#blake bs

[those2hexgays]

all I want to do is pull on viktor’s hair. just a little bit. please let me touch

[poor-baby-bangtan]

imo the best part of a sneeze isn’t the actual sneeze, it’s the buildup. The hitching, the whimpering, the stuttering, the sniffling, the breathing.. and don’t even get me started on attempted holdbacks

Amazing. Pristine. Gorgeous. Wonderful. Give me more please

[poor-baby-bangtan]

tell me why I still have emetophobia even after writing descriptive emeto scenes tell me WHY

[poor-baby-bangtan]

okay trying to come up with headcannons and i’m genuinely curious as to what everyone things about this: who gets irritated when they’re sick? i love the members so much that it’s hard for me to put that together in my head but i KNOW one of them has to be at least somewhat of an asshole when they don’t feel good

thoughts??

[poor-baby-bangtan]

hm.. why do i feel like the supply closet scenario would be with jk as the sickie ): it sounds like a maknae situation to me. the choreographer sends jk to go get smth and jimin insists on going with him bc his baby isn't feeling good. i can picture jk being so so pouty when he starts to feel nauseous n hes just like "jiminie-hyung, i really need to get out of here." n jimin just rubs his back and tries calling the members but everyones busy rehearsing so they dont have their phones on them ):

NOT ME THINKING THE SAME THING

I 100% plan to make this jeongguk-centric and i'm also thinking pre-debut (because i am too obsessed with pre-debut or freshly debuted anything rn)

like jeongguk isn't feeling good and kind of bummed out that he has to sit out, especially since they've just debuted

he's trained for a long time with the members, but he's still a bit shy. i'm thinking jimin or yoongi (but now that you mention it jimin is yes in this situation!!!!!!) want to get to know him better but he's just so so withdrawn

so he's sick and they need something from the supply closet, one of them sees it as a perfect opportunity to bond with him and comfort him and BAM stuck in the closet

jeongguk is really embarrassed when he starts to feel sick to his stomach and tries to hide it for as long as possible but in the end just cant and quietly lets his hyung know he's about to throw up - or even just tugs on their shirt with a hand over his mouth as they panic trying to get out

IM FAWNING just THINKING about it

ugh i am soft for baby jeongguk ;-;

[poor-baby-bangtan]

I’m so excited for your seokjin fic you have no idea

A SNIPPET JUST FOR YOU ANON 😘 editing all of this again so when I finish and post it’ll look different!

What had been rather mild and unnoticed before had now developed into something more dangerous. Even though Yoongi hounded Seokjin to eat, to rest, to just take a breather, the man still looked dead on his feet. He ate well but worked so hard that his weight continued to drop; he was burning more calories than he was consuming. He went to bed at a decent time every night but was always gone by the time they were all awake, pre-made breakfast already set out on the table. Even though Yoongi saw him sleep through the night, his hyung always had dark half-moons under his eyes. Who knew what time he even got up in the mornings? Seokjin was rarely in the dorm, only really coming back to eat and sleep. Sure, he was taking care of himself, but not enough for the amount he was working.

Work, work, work. Dance practice, vocal lessons, physical therapy sessions, conferences, workout routines, and only quick breaks for food dominated his schedule. He somehow managed to still check up on every one of the members, make meals for them, help them when they needed it. But he was running himself into the ground and Yoongi could see it happening from a mile away. It was the worst possible time for him to become so worn out; they had two concerts in the next few days. Their very last of the tour.

He continued to sleep in Yoongi's bed, something almost completely unnatural for him. The only time he ever really shared a bed was when the maknaes sought him out or the occasional time he initiated it himself. As much as he gave affection out and loved to do so, during the night was really when he gave time to himself, alone. Yoongi knew that he treasured that time. So why was he suddenly not keen on being left to himself?

There were too many unanswered questions.

The only thing that Yoongi knew for sure was that Seokjin was working himself into an early grave and he needed to do something about it; cooking dinner for the seven of them was a good way to start. Maybe Seokjin would take a nap or something while he served food to the rest of them. He would wrap it up for Seokjin to eat his share later when he was more rested.

He was in the middle of stir-frying an assortment of meat and noodles in a pan when he heard the front door click open; Seokjin had finally come home. Yoongi pulled out his phone and checked the time - 9:14.

"Hyung?" he called, stepping back from the stove and looking around the corner. Seokjin hummed in reply and trudged towards the kitchen, rounding the corner and looking a bit worse for the wear than he had been before (if that were possible). His clothes looked loose on his frame and his oversized t-shirt slipped low past his protruding collarbone as he slung his bag off and dropped it on one of the barstools. Yoongi found it easier to look at the meat frying in the pan rather than the tired eyes of his hyung.

"Yah, Yoongi." Seokjin's voice was gravelly, low. The tone in his words made Yoongi turn around again, arching an eyebrow. There was a rough edge to his voice, one he hadn't heard in a while. Jin was standing behind him, looking almost lost amongst the cabinets and tile. Aish, Seokjin looked so small for someone bigger than himself. "Why are you cooking?" He stepped forward and made to pull the spatula from his dongsaeng's hands but Yoongi easily tugged it back, turning back towards the stove.

"Why not? I thought I'd give you a break." You look dead on your feet and I want you to go rest.

"I don't need a break," he replied, sounding a bit snappish, annoyed. Seokjin reached for the spatula again only for Yoongi to dodge his advances once more.

Yoongi arched an eyebrow and held the utensil at a distance, suddenly a bit wary. Why was he being so defensive? Although Seokjin had only been in the room for less than two minutes, the rapper could already feel a fight accumulating. It was rare for the two of them to fight now; usually, they were the ones breaking things up between the rest of the group.

"No offense, hyung, but you look like you could use some rest," he said slowly, watching his hyung's expression for any sign of chance. It remained blank, the only sign of annoyance being the slight crease between his eyebrows. But, God, he looked so tired. The circles underneath his eyes were darker than Yoongi had ever seen them, dotted and splotchy with broken capillaries. He hoped they were caused by overexertion and not by crying. But when would he even have time to cry?

Seokjin rubbed at the space between his eyebrows, visibly irritated. "I'm fine, I don't need to rest."

"Hyung," Yoongi sighed, turning away from the stove. "You're working yourself into the ground. Just let me give you a break for once."

"I'm doing just fine, Yoongi." There was a growl to his voice as he spoke and lunged for the utensil in his dongsaeng's hand. Although he was much shorter and much, much less broad, Yoongi effortlessly avoided the grab and held him back with a firm hand on his chest. It shouldn't have been so easy to stop his advances and it made the rapper's stomach turn.

"Seokjin - stop." Jin didn't seem to hear him at all as his frustration mounted further. They were engaged now in an awkward struggle for the spatula; Yoongi held him back with an arm as Seokjin reached over him, grasping for the tool in his other hand.

"I don't need any help with this. I always cook dinner, just let me do it."

"Let me do it for tonight. I've already started."

"No, it's my job."

"I'm trying to help you, hyung. What are you doing?"

"I don't need help!"

Yoongi pulled away from Seokjin's grasp, stepping back and pointing the spatula at him accusingly. "Why are you so threatened by this?!" His voice raised just an octave - not enough to where he was shouting, but enough to make his tone authoritative.

"Why are you sticking your fucking nose into places where people don’t want it?! Min Yoongi, I don't need you!"

Yoongi froze.

"...Hyung?"

Both of their heads whipped around at the sound; Jeongguk was standing hesitantly against the doorway, Jimin clinging to his arm. Jeongguk's doe eyes were troubled and Jimin's full lips were pushed into a sad pout, something that made Yoongi's stomach twist. Seokjin pushed past him without a word, bumping his shoulder hard and breezing down the hallway without so much as a glance to the two maknaes standing speechless in the doorway. It was extremely uncharacteristic of him and Yoongi felt sick underneath all of the anger.

Jeongguk called out again, weakly. "Jin hyung?"

The door slammed as the vocalist stormed into his and Yoongi's shared bedroom.

Silence. Jimin and Jeongguk seemed to be frozen in shock - they had never seen Seokjin react in such a way. Even though he was a few years older, Jimin clung to the maknae's sleeve like a lifeline. Jeongguk looked like he was at a loss of what to do and just stared down the hallway with wide eyes.

[poor-baby-bangtan]

yoonie has had that uncomfortable-looking leather couch for FOREVER. i can’t even imagine how often he sleeps there, poor thing 🥺

thinking of him falling asleep at the studio one night to wake up in the early, early morning hours confused, feverish, and sticky with sweat and utterly upset at how sore and uncomfortable he was from sleeping on the couch on top of the fever aches. how he wakes up and for a second doesn’t really know where he is because isn’t he supposed to be in bed? why does he feel so bad?

calling a bandmate at 4am to come pick him up because he’s so shaky he doesn’t thing he can drive. wincing as he peels his sweaty skin from the leather of the couch. he’s hurting so bad, both from the fever and sleeping on that damned couch.

the maknae trying to get him to replace it with something more comfortable, even a futon, because hyung you sleep there so often, you’re going to hurt your back/neck/muscles/etc.

just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[poor-baby-bangtan]

I. Am a slut for pre-debut sickfics

There is so much potential and if you write pre-debut sickfics I need to come give you a kiss