#bts vomiting

[heave-hyung]

No More Energy Drinks

Inspired by a recent personal experience (I’ve been having a lot of those lately, huh?) There are two different endings; I put the angsty-ish one under the cut because it involves a call to Poison Control and stuff!! It’s after the fifth deep sigh that Taehyung starts to get annoyed. Annoyed and concerned--which one more, he doesn’t exactly know. What he does know is that his boyfriend has been shifting uncomfortably for at least an hour now, curled over his laptop and typing something furiously with headphones in. Taehyung knows he’s probably working on a song and has been sitting quietly on his phone beside the older man. After the first time Yoongi sighed heavily, Taehyung assumed it was a sigh of exasperation. The second as well. But he keeps taking these deep, progressively shakier breaths, and Taehyung knows something is wrong. “Yoongi-hyung,” Taehyung tries, looking at the rapper beside him. He looks noticeably paler than his usual, already light complexion. After a long moment of no response, Taehyung taps Yoongi on the shoulder, and after another moment of no response he pulls one of his earbuds out, which finally snaps him out of whatever trance he was in. “What?” He snaps, sounding almost angry. Taehyung knows this tone. Yoongi clearly isn’t feeling well, because he only gets snappy when something’s wrong, especially if it’s a physical issue. “Would you just tell me what’s wrong?” Taehyung asks, looking at his boyfriend with concern. He’s shaking a bit, though Taehyung assumes he might just be cold and pulls the blanket on their bed over his legs a bit. “Nothing, Tae, I’m--” “If you say you’re fine one more time I’ll drop-kick you off a bridge.” Yoongi snorts and averts his gaze, staying quiet. “Kitten, please,” Taehyung’s tone is back to its characteristic softness, if not even more light and sympathetic than usual. “I’m worried.” “I…” Yoongi reaches for the energy drink that’s on the bedside table beside him, taking a long sip of it. “Just a little nauseous. I’m fine, okay?” Taehyung’s brow furrows in concern, but he nods hesitantly after a moment. It’s not an uncommon thing for the rapper to feel off without anything being really wrong; he’s prone to anxiety and has an overall temperamental stomach, so Taehyung doesn’t think twice about it. He just runs a hand down the smaller man’s back in an attempt of a soothing gesture. Yoongi stares down his laptop for a minute, unmoving, before he gives an audible wince and decides to close it, putting it on the floor beside the bed. He’ll put it on his desk in the morning, but for the moment, the world is spinning, so he’d rather stay seated. Taehyung watches the rapper intently. Yoongi shifts his gaze to meet Taehyung’s and they sit still for a moment before the older man all but collapses into his boyfriend with a groan. Taehyung moves his hand up to play with Yoongi’s hair and pulls him close. “Don’t feel good, Tae,” his voice is quiet, muffled by the shoulder his face is buried into. “Sorry, kitten, I’m sorry,” Taehyung kisses the crown of his head. “Is there anything I can do to help you? Anything at all?” Yoongi shakes his head, whining sadly. His walls aren’t as hard to break as they used to be, especially not around Tae, and he gets undeniably clingy when he feels unwell--still, even though it’s no longer an out of character occurrence, Taehyung can’t help but get concerned when he goes from zero to a hundred this fast. “Should we try to sleep?” Taehyung asks. For anyone else, it’d be a dumb question, considering the fact that Yoongi had just polished off a second energy drink. But Taehyung had forgotten about the energy drink in his concern, and either way, caffeine doesn’t affect the rapper as much as he’d like it to. Yoongi feels his stomach churn. Laying down never helps nausea. But at the same time, he figures it might be the best way to get rid of this horrible sick feeling, a curdling queasiness that’s settled at the pit of his stomach. He burps quietly, mumbles an apology, and then after a long moment, decides to nod. Taehyung nods as well and leans over the smaller man to turn off his lamp before turning off the one next to his side of the bed as well, pulling his boyfriend into his arms. Yoongi lays on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, hoping that the sound will calm his own that seems to be pounding out of his chest. It’s just when Yoongi is beginning to fall asleep that he jolts with a start as his stomach suddenly jumps in his throat. He barely manages to sit up before he’s burping up a wave of the energy drink he’d had earlier, and another, all over his lap--rather, the blanket covering it. Taehyung, who’d just managed to fall asleep himself, wakes up to the sound of gurgling heaves and belches that are characteristically ‘Yoongi.’ He takes a moment before jumping into action and clicking on the lamp on his side of the bed once more to find his boyfriend covered in clear liquid, shaking violently. He mutters a slew of curses before jumping to his feet to grab the garbage can from beside the desk, holding it under Yoongi’s chin just in time for him to bring up more of the liquid. “That’s it, you’re okay,” Taehyung sits beside him, careful to avoid the pool of vomit on the blankets, rubbing his back. “You’re okay, it’s okay.” Yoongi gasps for breath and Taehyung can almost hear his heart pounding quickly, alarmingly so. How did his boyfriend get so sick so fast? He’s brought out of his thoughts by Yoongi retching again, and again, face buried in the trash can. Taehyung can hear the splashing of liquid on liquid, and he can feel the bucket getting heavier. He can hear Yoongi’s retches getting more violent as one of his hands grips onto the garbage bag and the other grips onto the fabric of Taehyung’s shirt. “Yoongi, baby, breathe, you have to breathe,” Taehyung encourages, getting scared at his boyfriend’s ragged breathing. “Breathe, you’re okay, it’s okay…” It’s after a long moment of panting and spitting that Yoongi pulls his head out of the trash, over half-full, and looks up at Taehyung with tears in his eyes. “I-I’m sorry,” he chokes out, sincerely apologetic, a stark contrast to his normally ‘fuck it’ attitude. His apology is hard to understand--not because it’s muffled, but because he’s shaking so much his teeth are chattering. “Shh, no worries, it’s not your fault,” Taehyung reassures, looking over the mess. It’s then that he realizes that the liquid on the blankets is just that--liquid. There’s no sign of vomit, no smell of vomit, just the subtle sweetness of energy drinks, and it hits him--Yoongi, small and gentle as he is, must’ve drank upwards of three-hundred grams of caffeine on an empty stomach. “Kitten, did you eat anything today?” Yoongi stops to think before dropping his head. “N-No…” Taehyung fights the urge to call him a dumbass and sighs deeply instead. “Stupid,” he mumbles, but still rubs his back comfortingly regardless. “Let me--I’m gonna go change the bag, okay? Will you be okay?” Yoongi nods, gingerly taking the soiled blanket off his legs to pull his knees to his chest. Taehyung looks over him, nothing but sympathy in his eyes. “You’re gonna be okay, baby,” he promises before getting up to do as he said, moving fast. While he’s up and about, he also takes it upon himself to grab a bottle of an electrolyte replacer and a new blanket, rushing out once more to get rid of the soiled one after placing the other things he’d brought on his side of the bed. When he returns, Yoongi is as curled in on himself as he could possibly be, trembling and panting. Taehyung can tell he’s still horribly nauseous, and he feels bad, but he has to get something in him, especially considering that he hasn’t eaten today. “Can you pick your head up for me? Just a moment?” Yoongi does as he’s asked, paling even more at the site of the drink Taehyung has in his hand, if that’s even possible. “I know, I know, but I have to get something in you,” Taehyung says, recalling the time he’d gotten an awful bout of the stomach flu a long while back and Namjoon was the one taking care of him, giving a full explanation of electrolyte imbalance. Now it’s a habit to go straight to electrolyte drinks. “Please, baby? For me?” Yoongi gulps, but takes the drink with a shaky hand nonetheless, struggling to open it. Taehyung does it for him, unscrewing the cap and making sure that the older man has a good enough grasp to not spill any of it. Slowly but surely, Yoongi manages to drink a third of the liquid before giving it back to his boyfriend who replaces the cap and goes right back to holding Yoongi close and playing with his hair. The rapper swallows thickly over and over, clearly struggling to keep the drink down. Taehyung hopes he can keep it down long enough to get some benefit, and he wonders if he should’ve grabbed a water bottle, too--but now he doesn’t want to leave the other since he seems like he’ll be bent over the trashcan again sooner than later. They sit in silence for a moment, save for the gurgling of Yoongi’s upset stomach and the sound of his rhythmic gulping. And then Yoongi’s shaking harder again and clasping a hand over his mouth. Taehyung grabs the garbage, and Yoongi hugs it to his chest as a copious, nearly projectile wave of blue spills into the bag. He groans and spits before heaving again, somehow finding more of his bubbling regrets to bring up. Taehyung keeps his bangs back, chewing on his lower lip. Eventually, once more, Yoongi’s reduced to soft gags and quiet burps, and Taehyung finds it safe to take the bucket from him. He shuffles around in one of the drawers of the nightstand, pulling out a tissue box and grabbing one to wipe the spit off Yoongi’s chin, the puke from his nose, and another to dry his tears, throwing both into the bin of sick. He doesn’t bother changing the bag just yet; as Yoongi falls into him, even weaker than before, Taehyung knows it’s going to be a long night. He checks the time on his phone; it’s already three in the morning. His boyfriend is still against his chest, and he uses his free hand that’s not tangled in his dyed locks to do some googling about caffeine and the hell it can cause. A little more googling reveals that the brand he’d been drinking was one that would get frequent complaints. Taehyung feels a little more reassured by that, in a way; he knew that Yoongi would be fine, but it was good to see that there are others who have gone through it and gotten over it in...about six hours. “My poor hyung,” Taehyung coos, turning his phone off in favor of hugging his boyfriend tighter. He doesn’t mention the six hours, hoping that it won’t last that long, though considering his empty stomach, he has a sinking feeling that he’ll be out of luck. Yoongi hugs him back weakly, moaning into the crook of his neck. Taehyung mumbles soft ‘I know, I know’s, wishing desperately that he could’ve stopped him before he’d decided to drink so much damn caffeine. The rapper never did well with energy drinks anyway, so Taehyung doesn’t entirely know why it didn’t come to him sooner that it was a bad idea. But regardless, the past is in the past and there’s nothing to do but wait.   So wait they will do. Even if it takes six days for Yoongi to get better, Taehyung won’t leave his side. He sighs deeply, looking at his shaking boyfriend.   “No more energy drinks, okay?” Taehyung mumbles into his soft hair. Yoongi hums quietly in agreement. “N-No more energy drinks.” Angsty-ish ending under cut...

“My poor hyung,” Taehyung coos, turning his phone off in favor of hugging his boyfriend tighter. He doesn’t mention the six hours, hoping that it won’t last that long, though considering his empty stomach, he has a sinking feeling that he’ll be out of luck. 

Yoongi hugs him back weakly, moaning into the crook of his neck. Taehyung mumbles soft ‘I know, I know’s, wishing desperately that he could’ve stopped him before he’d decided to drink so much damn caffeine. The rapper never did well with energy drinks anyway, so Taehyung doesn’t entirely know why it didn’t come to him sooner that it was a bad idea. But regardless, the past is in the past and there’s nothing to do but wait. 

Yoongi’s breathing is starting to even out as much as it can despite his violent trembling, and Taehyung almost breathes a sigh of relief thinking he may have finally fallen asleep for real this time. But then he hears hushed sniffles and Yoongi’s breath hitches again.

“Hyung, are you crying?” Taehyung asks quietly, stroking his soft hair. 

Yoongi responds with a choked sob, mumbling something that vaguely resembles an apology.

“Aw, kitten,” Taehyung hums. “Don’t cry, shh, don’t cry,” Taehyung hugs his shaking frame tight, secretly hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’ll still Yoongi’s shaking, just a bit. But the addition of the sobbing just worsens his trembling horribly, and Taehyung’s slowly but surely getting more and more concerned. 

And then, like clockwork, just as Yoongi’s trembling peaks, he lurches out of Taehyung’s arms for the trash can. Taehyung picks it up and holds it under his chin once more as he somehow finds a way to bring up another productive wave of fizzing blue. His retching is getting audible, back to back heaves that hurt his ribs and have his whole body curling in on itself. Taehyung tries handing him the electrolyte drink once he calms down again, but Yoongi gags on a sip and brings up twice as much as he managed to swallow. 

“Babe,” Taehyung coos as Yoongi pants over the trash, over half-full now. “Do you think we should call poison control or something? Maybe you...you can overdose on caffeine, you know, and maybe…”

Any other day, Yoongi would probably insist that all he needed was some sleep, not a call to poison control. But Yoongi is shaking from his core and he was, honestly, getting kind of scared. So he only shrugs weakly before burying his face back in the trash can. 

Taehyung shakily nods, letting his answer set in. He wasn’t expecting Yoongi to say yes. He takes a deep breath before fumbling around for his phone, dialing the number as quickly as he can with his own shaky hands. 

It’s a lady that picks up the call. Taehyung clears his throat, stuttering a bit, before he speaks. Yoongi still gags and burps hollowly while Taehyung cards his fingers through the older man’s hair as he speaks. His words are muffled to the mush that’s become of Yoongi’s brain, but he can make out bits and pieces of their end of the conversation. 

“My boyfriend, he...lots of caffeine...two energy drinks on an empty stomach…uhh, the brand is…I’m afraid he may have overdosed, he won’t stop vomiting…” 

Yoongi just groans, leaning heavily onto his taller boyfriend, hugging the garbage bin to his chest as tightly as he can manage. Taehyung takes the phone away from his ear and puts it on speaker before placing it on the bedside table, hoping to spare her the sound of Yoongi’s retching, getting loud and painful sounding now that he’s out of anything at all to bring up. He gags on spit and foam, his body refusing to give him a break. Taehyung fights the urge to cry, trying to keep his cool and steady his voice, at least for the rest of this phone call. 

Yoongi manages to calm down just as the lady gives her advice on the situation after confirming that he isn’t at the point of fatal overdose, and though he had a feeling that it wasn’t that big of a situation, he still breathes a sigh of relief. Still, he grimaces shortly after at her words.

“The first thing you should do is try to get your boyfriend to eat something…” Yoongi swallows thickly, handing Taehyung the trash. The younger boy puts it on the floor, humming along to the lady’s advice before the call ends. The color has returned to Taehyung’s face--he’d paled a bit with worry, though Yoongi didn’t notice it at first. His tan complexion, warm with relief, is a stark contrast to Yoongi’s sickly pallor. 

Taehyung sighs deeply, looking at Yoongi with sympathy shining in his bright brown eyes. “I know you don’t want to, but you heard her,” he speaks softly. “I have to get some food in you, kitten.” Yoongi whimpers, giving the younger man a broken, sad look. Taehyung wishes he didn’t have to make this happen and that Yoongi’s body would just give him a break--he’s obviously learned his lesson. But, alas, that’s not really his choice. So he places a kiss on Yoongi’s flushed cheek before getting up to go get a sleeve of crackers and a bottle of water. 

He puts the water on the table, opening the crackers, handing just one to his ailing boyfriend. Yoongi looks up at him, his eyes full of fear. Taehyung feels his heart shatter.

  “I know you don’t feel good, I know,” Taehyung coos. “But this will make you feel better...I promise you, it will make you feel at least a little better, okay? Please, baby?” 

Yoongi takes a deep breath to steel himself before nibbling on the cracker, trying his absolute best not to gag on it. He eats slowly, very slowly. Taehyung uncaps the water and hands it to Yoongi, thinking that maybe it’ll be easier to take it like a pill than it will be to chew and swallow. It’s rinse and repeat from there; Yoongi manages to get five crackers down, which, in his opinion, is pretty fucking decent considering the state he’s in. It takes a while, multiple pauses to press a fist to his lips and make sure he’s not about to spew up all of his progress before he takes a swig of water and carries on. 

Taehyung keeps a comforting hand on his back all the way through, smiling proudly whenever Yoongi looks up at him for approval. He lets him off the hook once he finishes his fifth cracker. He’s not shaking as much as he was earlier, so that’s a start. 

“Are you still feeling sick? Or can I clean out the trash and we can try to sleep?” Taehyung suppresses a yawn. Now that things have calmed down, the high off concern has worn off and Taehyung is picking up on just how tired he really is. He assumes his boyfriend has to be pretty exhausted, too.

Yoongi shakes his head after a long moment of hesitation. “No, I think I’m good,” his voice is rough and raspy, hoarse from the heaving.

Taehyung nods, getting up to change the bag in the trash and bring it back just in case for the second time that night. In the process, he grabs another water bottle as well, before heading back; hopefully it’s the last time he makes this trip tonight. When he returns, Yoongi is curled in on himself again, but not trembling or looking nearly as sick as before; now he just looks tired. He kind of looks downright sad. 

Taehyung clicks off the lamp, climbing back into bed after putting the trash on Yoongi’s side of the bed this time. He takes the smaller man into his arms, holding him tightly. Yoongi cuddles up close to him, playing with the fabric of his boyfriend’s shirt. 

“No more energy drinks, okay? Please,” Taehyung asks, placing a kiss on the top of the smaller man’s head.

“No more energy drinks,” Yoongi agrees, knowing damn well that he’ll never see energy drinks and their lack of positive effect in the same light again even if he wanted to touch one any time soon. 

It’s Yoongi’s first deep sigh in a while, but this one is of relief. Comfort. He can finally sleep. And like that, all of Taehyung’s concern melts away; as his boyfriend’s breathing evens out, he exhales a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

Yoongi’s gonna be okay.

[vantaestummy]

Chocolate Chip Pancakes

A/N: thank you to the amazing anon that contributed some of their lovely ideas that i included in this fic! much love to you all! happy new year!!!! ✨🎆💘🎊🎉

TW/// emeto, mpreg

Taehyung giggles as his three year old makes to grab the tray of pancakes and orange juice.

“Uh uh baby, I’ll carry the food. Why don’t you come with me though, so you can wish Papa and your baby brother a good morning?”

“Yes!” Little Taesong exclaims with excitement, so thrilled to spend another day with his Papa and baby brother. Yesterday, he and his parents spent the Saturday watching movies and eating all kinds of great food. Both of his parents have also expressed to him, that he is soon to be a big brother, and that he must be a good influence, and take care of the younger with all his might. He can’t wait to make his parents proud.

But sometimes Papa doesn’t feel well, and his stomach is a little bigger than usual, so Taesong wonders if it has something to do with him being a big brother. He just hopes that today is not one of those days, where Papa isn’t feeling good enough to play with him.

The little one follows his father into the bedroom in which his other father lies, buried under the covers and sleeping soundly, or so he thought.

But Papa looks very tired, and not at all asleep. Yes, his eyes may be closed, but they are screwed so tightly that it feels forced. He is also hissing through his teeth so, Taesong knows that his Papa is awake.

“Good mo’ning Papa!”

Still, his Papa smiles softly, even if the smile is wound with pain.

“Good morning baby.”

Taehyung raises a brow, setting the tray onto the bedside table and moving to sit beside his husband with caution.

“Hyung, you okay? I know you’ve been craving sweets since last night so, we made you pancakes. But if you’re not feeling up to it, we can hold off on these.” Taehyung encourages in a whisper, a soft hand on the swell of his Yoongi’s belly, the other, sweeping his husband’s hair back so that he can kiss his warm forehead.

Yoongi gulps, looking to Taesong who, is clearly troubled, a worrisome glint in his eyes. Yoongi flexes a soft smile.

“Papa is okay baby. Don’t worry about me, okay?”

Taesong pouts, not believing a word that his Papa says. Taehyung chuckles at the adorable, pinched expression that his son holds, before turning back to Yoongi.

“What hurts?”

Yoongi bites his lip. “I just feel really nauseous Tae. I would try to eat but I just know it’ll come back up.” He responds quietly. Taehyung nods quickly before turning to their three year old, ruffling his hair.

“Baby, can you be a big boy please and get your Papa and I some napkins?”

Taesong of course nods, the biggest grin on his face as he jumps at the opportunity to help whenever he can. Taehyung beams with pride as he looks back to his ailing husband, the other’s head buried in his hands.

Yoongi groans into his palms. “I’m so sorry. I don’t want him to be upset. I just can’t eat right now. Even the smell is making me want to vomit.”

Taehyung clocks that with ease and moves the tray far, far away from the bed. He also gets a trash can to place at the head of the bed, just in case.

“Don’t worry about that. Just try to breathe for me, okay? You’ll be fine in a little while.”

Yoongi does as his husband instructs, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, as deeply as he can to calm the nauseous coiling of his pregnant belly. Unfortunately, he catches a whiff of the breakfast in the room and his body lurches with a harsh gag.

Taehyung lifts up the trash can as he pulls back at Yoongi’s fringe. “Don’t push too hard love. Try to relax, I know it’s hard.”

Yoongi braces himself against Taehyung’s knee as his shoulders roll, another gag forcing a trickle of stomach acid and saliva to coat the bottom of the trash.

Taesong takes this moment to come back with a large handful of napkins, his eyes blown wide with fear, and tears.

“Dada! What’s wron’?”

Taehyung sighs as he pats the side of the bed. helping his baby to climb up and cupping his cheek.

“Remember how we told you that you’re gonna be a big brother soon Tae?”

The boy nods, excited at the prospect but, still wracked with nerves at how pained his Papa looks.

“Well,” Taehyung continues, “I’m sure you’ve also noticed that Papa’s stomach is bigger, right? That’s because your baby brother is growing in there, and sometimes, in order to grow like he’s supposed to, Papa gets a little sick. He’s okay, but sometimes he doesn’t feel well, don’t worry though. It’s normal, if not, a good thing. Okay?”

Taesong can’t believe what he’s hearing. He doesn’t fully understand what his father is saying. All he knows is that his new baby brother is stopping his Papa from enjoying the delicious pancakes that he worked so hard to make! Not to mention, he hates how ill his Papa looks. He doesn’t deserve this.

Taesong frowns as tears gather in his eyes. “Bad baby!!! Let Papa eat!!!” He shouts, causing Taehyung to gasp comically, not expecting the outburst. He truly wants to laugh but, he is alerted by a sudden heave that adds weight to the trash can in his other hand.

Taehyung rubs Yoongi’s back, the pregnant male lurching with a grated retch that sends a thick wave of bile into the bucket. Taesong starts to cry.

“He’s hurting Papa!!! I hate my brother!!!”

Taehyung groans, feeling way too overwhelmed with the vomiting as well as his panicked son.

“Don’t say that baby. It’s not his fault.”

Yoongi coughs, vomit sputtering from his lips and into the trash. He gags a few more times, with each jump of his stomach, comes more mouthfuls of bile. Taesong’s sobs become louder. Thankfully, Yoongi’s stomach gives him enough of a break so that Taehyung can carry the screaming child out the door. Yoongi’s newfound retches can be heard even from out the room, and Taehyung knows that he needs to get back there as soon as possible. He sets Taesong on the living room couch, a stern look in his eyes.

“Baby, I need you to be brave for me, okay? Papa isn’t feeling well and I need to take care of him. I also need you to help me, can you do that for me?”

Taesong sniffles, his nose red and his big bright eyes, ones that are carbon copies of his own, swimming in unshed tears. The sight breaks Taehyung’s heart, but there’s no point in giving his son this speech if he can’t even follow his own words.

“H-How, how c-can I help Dada?”

Taehyung chuckles before wiping away at the baby’s tears and kissing his son’s head.

“I need you to smile for me, okay? I need you to calm down, and smile, okay? Your Papa being sick is protecting the baby, and I know it doesn’t make sense right now, but if you cry, then your Papa will be sad too, and he already doesn’t feel well. Can you be brave for me?”

The last thing Taesong wants is for his Papa to be sick and sad.

“O’tay.” He nods, and his father’s smile makes him want to be an even better big brother.

“That’s my little tiger. Why don’t you play with your anpanman, okay? I’m gonna check on your Papa. He might be feeling better now.” Taehyung kisses Taesong’s head one last time before returning to the bedroom to find Yoongi blowing his nose with the napkins that their son brought. His eyes are also wet but, Taehyung can’t tell if that’s from the vomiting, or if he’s actually crying.

“What’s wrong love? Are you crying?”

Yoongi chuckles bitterly, sniffling as he wipes at his eyes with the sleeves of his night robe.

“Tae hates his little brother and he’s not even born yet.” Yoongi murmurs, his lips pouted as he eyes the bin of puke. Taehyung intercepts his gaze.

“Don’t look. You might get sick again. Do you think you’re done baby?”

Yoongi thinks on it for a second before nodding, his throat burning from the constant heaves as he rubs at his stomach. Taehyung moves the bin so that it’s out of his husband’s sight. He cups Yoongi’s cheek.

“You know he doesn’t mean that. He just doesn’t like seeing you in pain. I don’t either to be honest. Are you sure you’re okay? Do we need to make an appointment to see a doctor?”

Yoongi shakes his head slowly. “I’m okay Taehyung, I promise. My morning sickness is finally that, morning sickness. Remember when I was pregnant with Tae?”

Taehyung sighs with a small smile, remembering how awful Yoongi’s morning sickness was when he was pregnant with their first. He would barely be able to make it to the bathroom before he was spewing his guts, mornings, afternoons, and evenings. It was horrifying. It got so bad that Yoongi had to spend a few nights at the hospital, just to make sure that everything was alright with the baby. Thankfully, their second baby isn’t so bad.

“He’s gonna love little Yeonjun, I just know it. And if this is anything like when you were pregnant with Tae, then you won’t be getting sick like this in a month or so.”

Yoongi closes his eyes, leaning against the headboard, the tears drying on his even chubbier cheeks. Pregnancy suits him, Taehyung thinks, because his cheeks get rounder and more squishable. Makes Taehyung just want to kiss them. So he does, making Yoongi shove him away halfheartedly with a small giggle.

“I’m sorry if I ruined our breakfast plans.” Yoongi says with another sniffle, his hand draping down his husband’s chest as he finds the other man’s hands, intertwining their fingers. Taehyung wipes at his tears.

“I’ll forgive you if you stop crying. I hate seeing you cry.” Taehyung kisses Yoongi’s knuckles as well as his palm, his husband blushing profusely. “How are you feeling now? Can you stomach a piece of fruit maybe? I want you to eat something.”

Yoongi nods slowly, humming in agreement as Taesong comes back with tearful eyes.

Even so, the boy is smiling, just like his father asked him to.

“P-Papa, are you o’tay?”

Yoongi giggles. “Yes baby, I’m okay. Come up here and hug your Papa. I didn’t get my morning cuddles and now I’m sad.”

Taesong almost cries, tears of joy this time, as Taehyung hoists him up and into the bed so that he can wrap his tiny arms around Yoongi’s swollen middle. Yoongi plays with his hair and Taehyung admires the sight for a short while before standing, grabbing the trash can as well as the tray of beyond soggy pancakes.

He cleans up a bit before cutting up an apple into slices, returning to find his husband and their baby fast asleep in bed. Taehyung sighs, the biggest, boxy smile on his face. Apple slices can wait.

He definitely wants to get in on this morning cuddle session.

[heave-hyung]

Save The Drama For Yo’ Mama

Inspired by real experience, in which Jin doesn’t believe Taehyung’s actually sick and it ends up with Taehyung vomiting literally everywhere. 

- Taehyung has always been the type for dramatics. 

He has a deeply rooted love for cuddling and attention and affection, so the second he stubs his toe, he’ll go whine about it--or maybe he’s sore from practice, he’ll go to a member craving a massage. When he’s sad, he’ll want to be held, and when he’s happy, he wants the world to know. Taehyung has always had a thing for pulling theatrics and overexaggerating his ailments, and the others always find it absolutely adorable.

Except for on days when they’re in a time crunch to get a new choreo down and have absolutely no time for bullshit. Days where they have to get to the studio as soon as possible to work from morning to night to perfect the setlist for their next performance. It’s on these days that Tae’s whining goes right over their heads and straight to their nerves, and as much as they love him, nobody has the time or energy to put up with it. 

“Kim Taehyung,” Seokjin’s voice is stern, the way it is when one of the boys does something stupid and it’s his job to handle it as the eldest, lacking all of it’s normal joy. “Wake up. We don’t have time for this.” 

The older boy shakes Taehyung by the hip, earning a low whine from the second youngest. Taehyung buries his face in his pillow and takes a deep breath, curling up tighter. 

“No, get up, stop it,” Seokjin shakes him a little harder. “I know you’re tired, we all are, but you have to get up, Tae.”

Taehyung mumbles something incoherent into his pillow and moans. 

“What? I can’t understand you with your face in a pillow.”

“I said I don’ feel good, Jinnie-hyung,” he flips over so he’s on his back, but keeps his eyes screwed shut. “My throat hurts--”

“-probably from singing too hard yesterday-” Seokjin tries making excuses for all of his symptoms. There’s no way he’s sick, they haven’t been exposed to anyone but each other and their well-kept studio.

“--no, and my stomach hurts--”

“--didn’t you eat a lot last night?”

“--and I feel sick, hyung, I feel so nauseous.” 

Seokjin blows out a frustrated exhale, running a hand through his hair. “Look, if you get sick, we’ll take you home, alright? But come on, you have to try. For me, tiger, try for me.” 

Taehyung gives a shaky exhale, pushing himself to sit up and immediately regretting it; his eyes aren’t even open and he can feel the world spinning. “I really...I really don’t feel good…”

“You’ll be fine.” Seokjin insists, assuming all of it could just be nerves or from pushing himself, and any other day he’d give all the sympathy in the world and coo and hold him but they just don’t have time for it today. 

Taehyung rubs the sleep out of his eyes, hiccuping. “Fine, I’ll...be out in a second.”

Seokjin nods, getting up. Just before he closes the door behind him, he says, “I’m trusting you not to go back to bed,” and gives him a stern look. The younger singer nods in return. 

Seokjin can’t help but feel a little guilty--something seemed off about the younger man, but he tells himself it’s nothing and moves on, telling the others that he managed to get him out of bed and he’ll be out in a second. 

Taehyung stumbles out to the living room some ten minutes later, looking disheveled but dressed enough to leave the house nonetheless. Jimin and Jungkook both shoot their fellow maknae a concerned look while the hyungs are already out the door. Jimin puts an arm around Taehyung’s shoulder, a wordless comfort, hoping that Taehyung is just tired. 

When they get in the car, Taehyung takes a seat in the back, immediately pulling his legs up to his chest and leaning against the window. The coolness of the glass feels nice against his cheek; despite it being the early fringes of winter, he’s hot and sweating. Jimin sits beside him and leans on his shoulder, running his fingers through the younger boy’s hair. He seems to be the only one that notices that something isn’t right--or at least the only one paying any mind to it. 

The whole ride to the studio, Taehyung is taking shaky breaths, like he’s trying to take deep breaths but his body can’t do the full job of it. He keeps his eyes closed, occasionally trying to breathe through his mouth to get more oxygen in his lungs. The last thing he wants to do is throw up in the car; he’s fortunate enough to not be a member who gets carsick, like Jimin or Yoongi. And Hoseok was right this morning; they don’t have time for him and his bullshit.

Taehyung can’t help but fight tears at the feeling that nobody cares. 

→ ← 

“Tae, wake up,” it’s Jimin’s voice that breaks into Taehyung’s half-asleep state. When did he manage to fall asleep? “We’re here, come on.”

Taehyung nods, inhaling deeply to steel himself. He steps out of the car, watching his exhale turn to fog. Once more, the world spins, and a wave of nausea overtakes him. He leans heavily against the door for a moment, willing his stomach contents to stay in place. He did eat a lot last night, so if he did throw up, it wouldn’t be pretty. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Taehyung didn’t realize Jimin had been standing there waiting for him. 

The younger of the two is tempted to confess to Jimin about his symptoms too, but it seems like there’s no use. There’s no way out. So he nods and follows Jimin and the rest of the members inside. The normally cozy temperature of the room hits him in the face like he just stepped into a furnace, only worsening the uncomfortable, sticky warmth that’s plagued him since he woke up. The nausea still hasn’t faded and his stomach is audibly roiling and churning sickly. 

Taehyung is broken out of his trance by Hoseok clapping and ordering everyone to get into place. The singer stumbles to his spot, and without any more second glances spared to him, the music starts. Shortly after it begins, it stops, however, and Taehyung is disoriented for a moment. He wonders if he managed to blank out and do the choreo without thinking, but he knows that’s unrealistic. Now, there are no glances; all eyes are on him.

“What’s up with you today?” Taehyung knows he’s just stressed, but Hoseok sounds angry and that’s how it’s registered through his brain fog--Hoseok’s mad at him. “I--” Taehyung’s voice cracks, almost making it clear to the others that he’s on the verge of tears. “Sorry,” he mumbles. “I’ll do better.” 

Hoseok crosses his arms, looks up and down the second youngest’s shaky frame, but after a moment he nods anyway. Nobody notices Seokjin, who’s sipping his water and looking awfully guilty in one of the corners of the room--everybody seems to be getting a little concerned, though. 

But they don’t have time for messing around. So the music starts again. Taehyung does his best to focus, to actually do the moves right, and he makes it a little farther until the music stops again and all eyes are on him once more. 

“Tae, really, don’t you practice at all alone? You’re normally so good at picking up choreo, the one time we need you to get it toge--” 

Taehyung cuts off Hoseok’s rant by lurching forward with a heave, bringing up a copious wave of sick that splatters on the hardwood floor. Hoseok freezes, caught off guard--he saw that Taehyung was pale, but he wasn’t expecting to get specks of puke on his shoes today. He looks back at the others, who all quickly jump into action when Taehyung heaves again, his knees giving out. 

Jimin runs to his side, holding him up so he doesn’t fall too close to the rapidly growing puddle of sick and get it all over him. He has one hand across his chest and the other pulling back his bangs. “That’s it, get it up,” Jimin knows Taehyung won’t be able to move to the bathroom--he can’t even stand--so he does his best to comfort here, voice soft and light, nothing but love in his tone. “You’re alright, you’re okay…”

Namjoon comes and joins the two with a bottle of water, putting it beside Jimin to give to Taehyung when he’s ready. Jungkook grabs a towel to try and clean some of the sweat off of him, knowing that it can’t be very comfortable to feel soaked, cold, and sticky. Yoongi comes with a washcloth, dampened with cool water, to place on the back of his neck instead--Taehyung is burning up. 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone you weren’t feeling good, Tae?” Namjoon asks, wiping tears off his cheek with his thumb.

“I--” Taehyung tries to answer, but he just retches again, and again, his stomach refusing to give him a break.

“He did.” Suddenly, Seokjin--who’s been awfully quiet this whole time--speaks up. “He said he wasn’t feeling good this morning, and I thought he just...I thought he was just stressed.” The oldest crouches down to Taehyung’s eye level, narrowly avoiding the lake of vomit that’s on the floor now. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you…” 

Taehyung coughs and belches hollowly before he finally gets a break. “N-No, it’s okay,” he says, voice hoarse. “M’sorry I made a mess…” Taehyung can’t stop himself from crying beyond the tears that had already fallen from exertion. Jimin places a kiss to the crown of his head, slowly helping him to stand and get away from that mess he’s apologizing for as he reassures him that it’s not his fault. Jimin sits Taehyung down on the bench they normally put their stuff on, moving bags around to make room for him and handing him the bottle of water. “Sip slowly, okay? Try and drink a little for me, I don’t want you to get dehydrated.” 

As they sit for a moment, the others get their things together--there’s no way they were letting their schedule get in the way when one of the members was horribly ill--and Hoseok returns from the bathroom where he’d gone to wipe the thankfully small amount of vomit off of his shoes. 

“You think you’re okay to go, TaeTae? I’m sure you’ll be much more comfortable in bed at home than here,” Jimin asks softly, brushing the younger’s sweaty fringe away from his forehead. 

Truthfully, Taehyung still feels really nauseous, but Jimin is right; he does want to go home and lie down. So he nods, albeit hesitantly. Jimin sees his uncertainty, able to assume why he doesn’t necessarily want to get in a car. 

“We still have bags in the car, right?” Jimin asks whoever may be listening. “I think I just used one recently…” 

“We should, yeah,” Yoongi confirms. “It would be stupid to not have bags when some of us get carsick.” Jimin turns his attention back to Taehyung. “You won’t make a mess...if you get sick I’ll hold the bag for you, baby, it’ll be okay. Okay?” 

Taehyung nods, taking a shaky breath. “Okay.” 

And with that, they head off; Namjoon takes a final glance at the mess before they leave and makes a mental note to make sure a janitor comes by soon. Taehyung returns to the seat he sat in on the way here by the window, leaning his cheek against it once more. Jimin sits next to him and offers his hand to hold. Taehyung accepts the offer gratefully, squeezing his hand tightly and getting a squeeze back.

Taehyung closes his eyes, trying again to take deep breaths and keep the water he’d drank down. He doesn’t want to throw up in a car--he doesn’t want to throw up again in general. His stomach gurgles and groans, and he presses his free hand to his abdomen, chewing on his lower lip. Still, despite all of his effort, his mouth starts watering again. 

“Y-You said we have bags?” 

Immediately, they jump into action, Namjoon taking two plastic bags from the glove compartment and handing them to Jimin. Jungkook, sitting next to Jimin, takes out his water bottle so he can hand it to Taehyung as soon as he’s finished, if not to drink than to rinse his mouth out at least. Jimin sees how shaky Taehyung is so he doesn’t bother trying to get him to hold the bag--the second it’s beneath his chin, Taehyung is retching again. Yoongi, who’s sitting behind them, reaches forward to pull back the singer’s hair. 

“We’ll be home soon,” Hoseok reassures from the front, being the one driving. He’s a smooth driver and some of the others are not, so he was trusted with that position. “A few more minutes, TaeTae.” 

Taehyung can barely hear him over his heaving, comically loud as always, painful and grating as he heaves up the water he’d drank and a considerable amount of stomach acid. He groans when he has a chance to catch his breath, swallowing once, twice, before picking his head up. 

“I think--I think I’m good,” he chokes out between panting, and Jimin nods, tying off the bag and holding his hand once more. Jungkook wordlessly offers the water, but Jimin just shakes his head, figuring he’ll try and get him to drink again when they get home, knowing that it’s much less comfortable to vomit in a moving vehicle than it is at home and in bed with a trashcan. 

Just as Hoseok said, they get home a few minutes later. Taehyung moves as fast as he can on shaky legs. The second they get inside, he heads directly to the bathroom. The boys exchange glances--he’s still throwing up? What else could he possibly have in him? 

Before following him, Jimin asks Seokjin to make some tea and Jungkook to get some extra blankets so he could tuck Taehyung in nicely once he finally managed to calm down enough to sleep without retching up a lung. And then Jimin is by Taehyung’s side once more, rubbing his back and holding his hair away. He feels all of Taehyung’s muscles tense as he retches, bringing up nothing but trickles of bile, saliva, and foam. 

“Taehyungie, I really think you’re empty…” Jimin insists, getting worried that Taehyung will break a rib from the force of which he keeps dry heaving. “Try and breathe, baby, just try to breathe,” he encourages, hoping that Taehyung will calm down soon.

Luckily enough, he does, reduced to panting and burping and groaning once more. Jimin reaches up to flush the toilet for him before hoisting him up to his feet, guiding him slowly but surely to bed. Taehyung plops down on the mattress, happy to be home, and he drags Jimin down with him, immediately clinging to him. 

Jimin doesn’t stop him, smiling fondly at the younger boy and placing a kiss to the top of his head once more before continuing to card his fingers through his hair. He covers them both up with the blankets Jungkook had given them, holding Taehyung close. “My poor TaeTae...I’m sorry you’re feeling so sick…” Jimin comments after a moment. 

Taehyung doesn’t respond--Jimin would expect at least a hum. He just shifts a bit, clings tighter to Jimin, and exhales deeply. His breathing has evened out--Jimin realizes that he must’ve fallen asleep already. He must’ve been so exhausted.

And taking care of your ailing bandmate must also be pretty exhausting, because when Seokjin comes in with a cup of tea, both boys are fast asleep.

[vantaestummy]

hi friends so, i’ll still write requests for free but if you want to see a very specific prompt and you want it RIGHT THEN AND THERE, i could do commissions??? let me know if you’re interested!!!

[heave-hyung]

The Cup Noodle Incident™

A/N: Inspired by that part from the LY:NY Tour DVD that we’ve been talking about lately...but it actually did go wrong this time and Jungkook definitely isn’t a man of greater capacity. I have requests to tend to, but I had the sudden urge to write this, and I figured I might as well? Haha, it’s a little rushed, but it’ll do. “I would never,” he remembers saying. “I won’t lose my dignity.”       As he does his best to get through another song and more extensive choreo, Jungkook realizes how likely he is to lose his dignity and his lunch on stage. He’d been warned many times. But he never listens to his hyungs, does he?      It’s about now that he’s beginning to regret that, as every jump throws more of those stupid noodles up into his throat and every landing brings them back down. About now, as he has to swallow thickly a few times before every line he sings. About now that he realizes that he fucked up.      “Man of greater capacity…”

     He’s never gonna live this down, is he?

     They’re approaching the end speeches; Jungkook just has to get through another song, just one more, and then they’re giving ments and bowing and then it’s over. He’d started feeling sick after their third group song. That was, what, two, three hours ago? Four, five? Who knows? He certainly doesn’t. All Jungkook knows is that he’s been telling himself the same things over and over again and they’re not working to calm his stomach.      ‘I would never.’ ‘I won’t lose my dignity.’ ‘I’m a man of greater capacity. ’      Jungkook does his best to keep up appearances, but he can tell the other members are catching on with the concerned glances they keep shooting him whenever they get the chance. One more song, that’s it; one more song. He can do that, right? Smile and nod, go through the motions, keep it down. Though this song is only around three minutes long or so, it feels like it’s dragging on for hours. He has to push the mic away subtly every so often to stifle a sick belch, making it look like he’s coughing or something every time so the fans don’t catch on. As they progress, Jungkook’s realizing that Jimin might’ve predicted the future earlier.      He’s sure that when they were teasing him earlier, they were joking.

     Now, this is...no joke. Except the retch that cuts off his ending ment won’t be fake and funny and interrupted by giggles. He’s about ready to run off the stage and come back saying he really had to pee or something, but that’s entirely unprofessional and he can make it through this song because he is indeed a man of greater capacity.     Jungkook knows he has to stop lying to himself.     The music stops, and finally, finally, he gets to take a break and breathe as they prepare to speak, catching their breath. Though, now that he’s not moving, it seems like he can’t fill his lungs with any air at all and the world is spinning more wildly now that there’s a focus point; there are no jumps and landings to keep his stomach somewhat in place.      Jungkook’s stomach gurgles and groans as he jolts with a hiccup, and another, turning away from the cameras and making it look like he’s dramatically exhausted or something like that. If he can act, make it seem like one thing is another, nobody will catch on. Right? Though now with the music off and being in a close proximity to the others, they can certainly hear and see what’s going on.      The others all speak before him, giving what he’s sure are very emotional and deep words of thanks even if he can’t make out any of it in the slightest. All he knows is that he’s not gonna have time to give any of all the emotional and deep speech that he’d been planning on because he can’t recall a word of it at all; the nausea is overwhelming. He was wrong. He was so wrong. But they’re so close to the end. He can do it, right? He feels Jimin’s hand on his back, running comfortingly yet inconspicuously up and down his spine. He ducks his head and burps again. Namjoon, who’s standing on his other side, tries to move closer to him in some kind of comforting presence as well. Who has the mic? Hoseok? Jungkook doesn’t look up.

      He’s hoping he doesn’t look as sick as he feels. Now that he’s running the risk of vomiting on stage, it’s all he can think of--he can’t push the gross feeling aside, he can’t get the taste of noodles and regret out of his mouth, and he can’t imagine this is going to end well. He’s trying--he’ll keep trying as hard as he can--but chances are...he’d do better trying to prepare himself for this.      Jungkook wonders if he should just run off the stage now, just run back, out of view. But either way...no, he won’t be sick. He can’t be. He won’t let himself; he’ll be fine, right? He grows more and more uneasy as the last to speak before him--Jimin?--finishes his parting words and the mic is passed to him. He swallows thickly before picking his head up and smiling at the huge crowd. The crowd only makes him feel worse; so many people to watch him make a mess of himself. Cameras on him, close on him. The whole world to see.      “Uh...yeah,” he starts, clearing his throat, letting the fans finish screaming. “I was...in the car, this morning, and I looked up in the sky…” Jungkook’s surprised he can remember all this. He reminds himself to focus on the cheering and hurry the fuck up. He smiles and laughs, and he assumes everybody thinks it’s all fine. “It was so clear and it got me...saddened...so what I experienced last night…” His last words turn to mumbles, the rest of his speech slurred and quick.      It was just as Jimin had said. “Thank you guys so m-much for...for--hhuuRRRRLPPP!”      Jungkook barely manages to put the mic far enough away to somewhat mask the heave that rolls up his throat as he pitches forward, bending at the waist as undigested noodles splash on the stage. The sound only makes him vomit again. Jungkook feels an arm wrap around his chest to keep him from falling and another hand take the mic. He coughs and gags, trying to keep himself from crying.      Namjoon rushes to stand in front of him to try and block the scene from view, but everyone’s already seen it, clearly; he gives some speech about it being a great day for them, seeing them next year, end of the concert, something else, something else, and as quick as possible the lights are off and he’s being gestured to the lift. “I told you,” is the first thing that Hoseok says. “I told you this would happen.” “Yes, exactly what I joked about just happened,” Jimin continues. Jungkook coughs and sputters, the sick feeling gone as he wipes his mouth with his hoodie sleeve. “Man of greater capacity my ass,” Yoongi mumbles, but he pats Jungkook’s shoulder reassuringly regardless. Taehyung stays silent; it would be hypocritical of him to say anything now, wouldn’t it? Namjoon breathes a heavy sigh, worrying about the twitter responses they’ll get and how long it will take for this to go viral. Jin’s the last one to speak with,     “Listen to your hyungs next time, hm? Please?”      Jungkook finds in in himself to laugh despite the tears that are now streaming down his cheeks and nods weakly. “Yeah, yeah, okay.” 

[heave-hyung]

can i request ot7 5B 8C? with jungkook being the sickie <3 and bts taking care of him

     5B: Fever 

    8C: Nightmares   

Jungkook doesn’t know what’s worse; the nightmarish fever or the fevered nightmares.

    And the fact that he must be putting his hyungs through torture too really bugs him–he must be a nightmare to deal with. He’s woken up sobbing more times than he can count, doubting that he managed to sleep at all each time. Jungkook’s not even registering who it is that’s shushing him and rocking him back to sleep.

    Everyone is getting concerned–he’s growing more delirious, and it’s scaring them. None of them like seeing their maknae so sick. They’re all on edge, ready to hear a scream or a wail from the youngest member’s room.

    It’s the farthest thing from encouraging when his screams become a coherent word and he doesn’t seem to fully come out of the nightmare even if he’s woken up. The second the band hears “help!” they go running.

    Jungkook’s sitting up, slouched forward, screaming and wailing; Jimin rushes to his side instantly, trying to pull him into his arms. Jungkook thrashes and protests; Jimin looks up at the others for help. Jin’s quick to assist, taking up Jungkook’s other side; Namjoon runs off to grab the thermometer, and Yoongi checks the bottle of fever reducer to see if he can administer another dose yet.

    Hard as they try, Jin and Jimin can’t seem to calm Jungkook down–when he stops screaming, it’s to start vomiting all over himself. Jimin jumps, but he stays by his side, pulling his sweaty fringe out of his face and rubbing his back. Jin looks around the room, frantically searching for something to shove under Jungkook’s chin; he grabs a small trash can from the corner of the room just in time for the younger to heave up a watery wave of sick.

    Jin and Jimin exchange concerned glances, and when Namjoon returns he looks just as terrified.   

“Yoongi, grab something for an upset stomach? Nausea?” The leader calls, and he vaguely hears Yoongi respond with something though he can’t make it out entirely.

    Jungkook sobs between heaves, gasping for breath and struggling–he’s going to hyperventilate and pass out. Jimin pulls Jungkook into his lap, wrapping an arm around his chest, uttering sweet reassurances in his ear in an attempt to calm the younger boy down before he knocks himself out. Jin keeps the bin under his chin just in case.

    “Shh, Kookie, shh,” Jimin coos. “It’s alright, it’s alright–hyung is here, shh.” Though he tries to keep his voice light and calming, his tone is dripping with worry. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay…”

    Slowly but surely, Jungkook seems to calm down–he’s soaked in vomit and sweat, and he’ll need a cold shower or something anyway to get his fever down. He’s still shaking and crying, but at least he’s breathing, and Jimin keeps him close while Jin strokes his hair. Namjoon bends down to stick the thermometer in his mouth, and he pales when he sees the number flash on the screen.

    “103.6…” he mumbles.

    Jin sucks in a breath, and Yoongi, who’s been standing in the doorway, sighs heavily. Hoseok’s off comforting Taehyung, since he’s started crying in concern and they want to stay out of the way regardless.

    Yoongi walks in fully with a water bottle and two bottles of medication in his hands–he hands Jimin the water and places the bottles on the bedside table. Jimin uncaps the water and holds the bottle to Jungkook’s lips–the younger boy hesitantly takes a sip.

    “What did you dream about, baby? What upset you so much?” Jimin asks, hoping that he can prove all of whatever scared him so badly wrong.

    Jungkook looks like he wants to respond, but he couldn’t make a coherent sentence if he tried with the fever he’s running. He opens his mouth to speak, closes it to swallow thickly; all he manages to say is a slurred, quiet, “d-don’t leave me.”

    “We’d never leave you, baby,” Jin chimes in.

    Namjoon and Yoongi both hum in agreement.

    “Taehyung’s upset because he’s worried about you…he’d never leave you, and neither would Hobi-hyung, and neither would I,” Jimin coos.

    And when Jimin looks down at the boy in his arms, he notices that he’s fallen back asleep–and that he doesn’t seem to be in a land of nightmares anymore.

[heave-hyung]

UPDATED BTS HEADCANONS

PART A: EMETO

Jin

Surprisingly, I think Jin has had the most moments with nausea/illness in general...he had a whole two minute talk about how he can’t drink too much water, almost vomited on Law of the Jungle, has been sick a few times that have been mentioned (“Jin is sick. He’s Ok, Don’t Worry” is an iconic Jimin line)

I don’t think he has a problem admitting that he’s sick.

In fact, I think he can also be pretty damn dramatic about it like Taehyung.

But Taehyung can genuinely convince himself that he’s dying whereas Jin just wants attention.

He can get pretty baby-ish

But he knows limits, of course.

I don’t think he gets severely sick very often?

And I think he bounces back pretty quickly.

He can be annoying when he’s sick. It’s the one time he wants to be mommed instead of being the mom, though if he’s sick at the same time as another member he’ll put everything aside for them, of course.

Bottom line, he has no problem admitting that he feels sick, though.

I don’t really have any in-depth, specific headcanons for vomiting as far as gesture, sound, position go...but if I come up with any I’ll add them.

I used to think he’d be more “eh” about it and not mention it but not hide it...and then I realized just how over-the-top and extra Jin can be. So I think this sort of thing fits him a bit better.

Too much water makes him feel too full/nauseous (canon!)

Hiccups and coughing

Yoongi

I think his immune system is pretty weak.

Stomach bugs take ages to pass through him; even once he’s stopped vomiting, he’ll be shaky and weak and bedridden for a while afterwards.

The average stomach bug can leave him down for a week or two.

He has no ability to predict his body anymore.

Doesn’t hide that he’s ill or anything, he just doesn’t bring it up until he’s asked. Unless they’re in public, in which case, yes, he’ll say there’s a good chance he’s gonna puke.

I think he has a habit of moaning a lot when he’s sick. If his fever’s high enough, he can’t form a coherent thought to begin with. Seokjin, being his roommate for a while, can now distinguish all of his different moans of pain.

The other members have a good idea of what Yoongi’s (likely feverish) theatrics mean too.

When he’s sick, he burps a lot. Deep, rumbling, sick-sounding belches that he can’t seem to control.

When he vomits, he doesn’t retch at all, but when he does bring something up it can be heard rushing up his throat.

If they’re in the middle of a really busy time, he won’t listen to anyone and go hole up in his studio and work regardless. But any other time, he’ll sleep. He typically doesn’t protest sleep.

Probably says “stomach.” “Nauseous,” not “sick.” Sometimes he’ll say “belly” though, and if he’s out of it, he’ll say his belly hurts or he doesn’t feel good—very unusual, though

Goes to medication to fix things. Medication and coffee.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” “Because you didn’t ask.”

Honestly think he feels too sick to say anything or doesn’t register that he’s actually gonna puke until it happens though. Just plays it off as cocky.

Prefers to stay in bed with a bucket beside him rather than get up and down to go to the bathroom a bunch; he can’t predict when he’ll actually puke half the time, so it’s just easier for him.

Hoseok

Pants and groans a lot when he’s vomiting

He’s got a pretty average immune system

But he’s susceptible to other outside factors, like, he’s squeamish, can be a sympathetic vomiter, can’t drink too much, gets motion sick (seasick in particular)

I think he can get nauseated easily, but only a small fraction of the time does he actually vomit

Not afraid to admit that he feels sick when he’s actually going to puke, or even if he just feels nauseated; either way, it’s pretty obvious on his face that something’s wrong, though

A lot of retching. Obvious retching.

I think it takes a lot for him to actually bring anything up; he might work himself up to the point of dry heaves, but it still takes a while to actually vomit at all

Another member who likes teas and soups

Might gag on medicine if it’s given to him too soon after vomiting or while he’s really nauseous

Good at following directions and staying in bed and resting; the hyung line generally listens well, for the most part

Probably cries from exertion

Sits backed against the wall when he’s waiting for something to happen; staring at the toilet water makes him feel more nauseous because it’s just a reminder of what’s about to happen.

Namjoon

Really casual about vomiting

Like, it’s not…healthy to be so casual and care so little about vomiting…

The only time he’s coordinated is when he’s trying to not puke on anyone; he’s never actually puked on any of the members, to his recollection

He’ll give some kind of a warning before he pukes; even if it’s just a “wait a minute” gesture and a quick spin on the heels, he’ll still make sure to give some kind of warning

The type to suddenly stop while walking (unless they’re indoors and he has a chance to make it to the bathroom) and vomit on the side of the road before continuing to walk like nothing happened

He doesn’t enjoy vomiting. And it’s not even that he’s used to it. He’s just never been the type to freak out over the act.

In a very public situation, or in a meeting, or anything like that, he’d get a bit upset about it. But if it’s on the side of the road, at home, away from people, he’d just get it over with and pretend it never happened.

Though he wouldn’t actively seek out comfort beyond admitting to illness without a high fever, he certainly won’t complain to being cuddled. He secretly wishes to be coddled, but again, he won’t ask.

It takes a lot to get him to vomit. Typically, the majority of his stomach issues will fix themselves via the other exit.

Can eat pretty much anything, really; food generally doesn’t upset his stomach, and even when it does it’s not to the point of vomiting (unless it’s deadass food poisoning)

He really has a stomach of steel, honestly

Burps a lot when he’s nauseous; sometimes, burping fixes the problem

He’s a burpy person in his general life, but when it’s every two seconds and sick sounding, chances are he’s nauseous

And if it persists for a while, he’s probably gonna puke at some point within the next hour

Tends to stay standing, bend at the waist with his hands on his knees

Has made himself throw up to get it over with before

“Better out than in” attitude towards everything, honestly. The least likely to put any sort of protest to vomiting.

Jimin

Arguably the weakest stomach of the band

The rest of the band knows this very well; and he’s really bad at hiding pain.

So, even if he was to make a conscious effort to hide it, his illness never goes unnoticed. He’s a terrible actor.

If he looks sick, he’s probably sick. If he seems sick, he’s probably sick.

He hates feeling burdensome, but when he feels bad enough, he’ll admit it. Or if the circumstances allow it, he’ll admit to more minor issues, too. Unless it’s a really busy time and he feels like he’ll be bringing things down and stressing anyone out further.

Sometimes it really does come on all at once though, and only half those times does he ever get a chance to provide a warning

He also doesn’t like ruining the fun, so if they’re out having a good time, he might not mention it then either

Typically tries to fix things on his own first; but sometimes, he really just wants cuddles.

Cuddles, belly rubs, physical touch are the best ways to keep him calm.

No matter how used to vomiting he is, that doesn’t make it any more enjoyable when it happens

Gets carsick, we know this, it’s a fact

I think he gets it much worse than Hoseok (while Hoseok is more affected by seasickness than he is)

He’ll actually end up vomiting from it.

There have been quite a few instances where what seems like carsickness is actually a stomach bug or other illness.

Also likes tea, when he feels like he can stomach it

Cries a lot when he’s sick. Fevers make him very, very emotional. Also cries a lot when he’s actually vomiting due to the exertion as well.

He’s puked on all of the others at least once; it still makes him sob when it happens even if they’ve seen him at his absolute worst.

He needs a bucket near him at all times if he’s sick

Doesn’t like thinking about all the incidents there have been; he gets embarrassed just thinking about it

Whines, whimpers, he’s a very vocal sickie

Also a bit of a retcher, though not as loud as Tae or Hobi. Burps a lot and gets embarrassed about it, too; both while puking and when nauseated.

Definitely an audible ordeal though

Doesn’t pick one position to stay in while vomiting; shifts a lot trying to get somewhat more comfortable on a cold bathroom floor even though there’s no way to be comfortable while vomiting

He’s the most unintentionally needy when he’s sick, and he gets sick often; because he’s really good at caring for the others in all situations he can—be it emotional or physical—the others feel a pressure to take good care of him, too

Taehyung

Admits things the easiest.

That’s a good thing; he can get really sick really fast. Saying he’s nauseous subconsciously makes him feel sicker. His mind has a lot of effect on his body in all the worst ways.

He wants love, and cuddles, and he’s the least afraid to ask for it.

Very dramatic, even in the act itself; loud retching, crying, burping a lot, moaning

He can also get emotional with a fever

Skin-on-skin contact works well with him

He needs to cuddle to stay sane, honestly.

He over-exaggerates a lot; “I really think I’m dying,” “what if I have some kind of incurable illness and I’m gonna die?” etc

Projectile vomiter. Brings up a lot at once, and always has something to bring up; it’s a rough time when he’s sick, just because he’s so clingy and pukes so much

Has gotten sick in a half-asleep state before; has gotten sick while pretty much entirely asleep

His sleep talking is hilarious when he’s feverish; like, weirder than usual

Also stands when he’s vomiting; it gets things going quicker, and he manages to make less of a mess that way sometimes. Somehow.

Gets sick somewhat often; it’s a maknae line thing, I guess.

Makes bad decisions—dietary wise, making bets, etc

Jungkook

He’s confusing to me. We know that he “doesn’t show his exhaustion,” but at the same time, I can also kinda see him being on the somewhat whiny side.

So I think the most reasonable is to say that, when in public or busy, he won’t admit that he’s not feeling good. I also don’t think he’ll admit it like it is.

Like, I think he’s quicker to say he just has a stomach ache instead of saying he feels nauseous; he definitely wasn’t trying to hide his stomach ache after the hot sorbet.

I think he’d probably reason that as a stomach ache being treatable and not a big deal, therefore not something that would last and halt production and he burdensome

Whereas properly feeling nauseous, vomiting, having a fever, that’s actual illness that won’t pass on its own right away like indigestion

Sometimes he’ll get up more courage to ask to cuddle without providing a real reason why; it’s quickly revealed when he has to get up and dash off to the bathroom to get sick (or he pukes all over himself/another member)

Also one of the members who pukes copiously. Always has something to bring up. Back-to-back waves of sick, no breathing time in between.

His stomach isn’t weak, per se, but he doesn’t always make good dietary choices that end up biting him in the ass; remember when he ate 6 cups of ramen?

Can get very apologetic, especially with a fever

Not a loud vomiter, but you can pick out that he’s puking rather than just coughing or making literally no sound at all, so he’s not quiet either

He (not so) secretly loves being coddled. Can be too shy to ask for it straight up though, especially when he’s sick; he can feel like he’s asking too much.

Refuses medicine. He’s a toddler; will throw an actual tantrum over not taking it if he’s feverish enough, but that requires a really high fever. If there’s no high fever involved, he’ll still protest taking it, but he will with enough coaxing.

No promising that he’ll be able to keep it down long enough to have any effect though

Can get really sick when he’s sick

A lot of delusional talking with a fever; “I’m gonna infect the whole world, and then I’m gonna infect Mars, all the aliens will die, and we won’t have anywhere to evacuate to when the moon takes over and kills us all.” And feverish crying.

Moans and whimpers and whines unconsciously; as in, he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it

He’ll try and continue working through illness 99% of the time. Even if he’s admitted it or everyone’s figured out that he’s sick he won’t stay in bed like he’s supposed to. He’s stubborn as hell. Sometimes he also does just feel like shit from the moment he wakes up and gives in. Depends on the day, honestly?

Him and Tae are like dumb and dumber, but they’re both the dumbest in the land

Read: the mini keg incident

Kneels if he has the time to, rocks back and forth a lot, squeezes his eyes shut; has the most distinctive motions when he’s sick, he has a tendency to rock and shift around a lot when he feels sick anyway; if he doesn’t get a chance to kneel, he’ll brace himself on the toilet seat, shifting his weight from foot to foot

[heave-hyung]

Payback

A/N: This was a request from my good friend @vantaestummy​ as a follow-up to Jimin getting pranked with laxatives. It’s a little rushed and I’m not too happy with it, but I don’t really know how I’d fix it, so I figured I’d post it anyway. Sorry it’s short compared to some of my other stuff!

Sometimes, payback comes in the form of some bitter syrup off a dollar store shelf that happens to be much more effective than expected.

OR,

Jimin gets back at Taehyung for pranking him with laxatives. TW: Emeto

    Maybe it’s a little low of him, but Jimin has a right to be bitter. He promised Taehyung that he’d get him back, after all. Besides, how bad could this ipecac be? It probably wouldn’t even end up working.         At least, that’s how Jimin had justified his actions to himself earlier. But now, some handful of minutes later, Jimin’s getting a little worried that he underestimated this little bottle of puke syrup. Taehyung’s been burping so much that he’s getting bashful, and that never happens. He only burps this much to begin with when he feels really sick unless he’d been drinking a lot of soda all day. Taehyung’s normally tan, glowing complexion is going pale, and he’s sweating a crazy amount.        There’s no way it could work this fast, right?     “TaeTae,” Jimin figures the least he can do is make sure Taehyung’s not going to die. “Are you okay…?”     Taehyung looks up from his phone to look at Jimin, who’s sitting on the couch opposite him. “Uhh, yeah, I’m…” Taehyung burps sickly and gulps, mumbling an apology before finishing. “Feel a little sick, but I’m...I’m okay.”         Jimin feels guilty instantly upon hearing how dulled Taehyung sounds--dulled and sick. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, then. But...it’s too late now, isn’t it? He won’t actually start throwing up, will he? A tablespoon or so of some drug store syrup can’t possibly be that strong.          “Do you think you’re going to be sick?” Jimin asks slowly, scared of the answer he might end up getting. He hopes the younger boy isn’t picking up on his unease at all. Jimin debates on if he’s going to confess that this is all his fault; Tae admitted to his laxative stunt, after all.         Jimin’s nerves aren’t calmed at all when Taehyung’s response is only a shrug. The younger boy exhales deeply, leaning forward and putting his head between his knees. “Uuugh, I don’t feel good, Jiminie…” Taehyung hiccups and moans, taking another deep breath.        Jimin’s heart sinks. “Should we go to the bathroom, do you think?”          Taehyung shrugs again, but after another horribly queasy, loud belch, he changes his mind and nods instead. Jimin jumps to his feet and Tae carefully works himself to stand as well. The younger boy leans heavily on Jimin and Jimin can clearly hear how upset Tae’s stomach is from the close proximity. Slowly but surely, they make it to the bathroom. Taehyung shakily lifts the lid of the toilet, bracing himself with his palms on the seat.     Jimin rubs his back reassuringly, chewing on his lower lip. Taehyung lets the saliva filling his mouth drip into the toilet water, panting softly and squeezing his eyes shut. He’d give his extensive speech about how he’s dying, but he can’t find the energy for it--his silence is what tells Jimin he fucked up. Taehyung never goes silent unless he’s feeling really, really bad.     Before Jimin can get too into his thoughts, he’s pulled out of them by the younger boy beside him lurching forward with a gutteral retch. The next is productive, sending a waterfall of vomit splashing into the toilet water, followed by another.     “Okay, it’s okay,” Jimin coos. “Just let it up, you’ll feel better once you do.” The only pro to this is that Jimin knows--rather, can safely assume that--he’s right in saying Tae will feel better once he gets it out of his system, because he knows what’s causing this. Still, he feels horribly guilty. He forgot just how painful Taehyung’s retching tends to sound.        Another heave, and another, and Jimin’s starting to get worried now--is he supposed to get this sick? He’s tempted to go get the bottle and make sure he’s not poisoning his bandmate, prepare himself for the case where he’ll need to call an ambulance. Jimin can feel all of Taehyung’s muscles clenching as his back arches under his hand, and he only gets more guilty watching the veins pop out of his neck with each heave.     It’s about twenty minutes later that he finally stops heaving. Taehyung sinks to his knees, and Jimin joins him on the floor after flushing the toilet, running his fingers through the younger boy’s hair.     “Feel better?”        Taehyung nods. Though his whole torso hurts from all the retching and his ears are ringing, he doesn’t feel nauseous anymore, which is relieving. Both to him and to Jimin. Tae looks over at the older boy, who looks like he wants to say something. “What? Are you getting sick too, hyung…?”     “No, no, it’s not…” Jimin sighs deeply. “So...you know how you pranked me with laxatives?”          Taehyung nods slowly.        “Well, uhm...you know what ipecac is?”     Taehyung looks very confused for a minute, but the moment he realizes what’s happening it shows on his face that everything’s clicking together. Taehyung nods slowly again, then he starts laughing. “I didn’t think you’d do this as payback!”     “Sorry!” Jimin sounds more upset than Tae is.       “No, I’m proud!” Taehyung snorts. He’d thought Jimin would’ve done something more subtle; if anything, he was proud Jimin was taking a page out of his book to do something bolder. Sure, he feels like shit and puking isn’t fun, but...where’s the fun in a prank without payback?    “Proud?” Jimin looks at him, almost concerned, before starting to laugh too. “Well, I’m glad there’s no hard feelings. Are we at a truce now?”     “Yeah, truce.” Tae leans against Jimin, sighing softly. “No more making each other sick with a random drug store purchase.”     “I still have a bottle of ipecac now…” Jimin mumbles.       “And I have a box of laxatives.”      Jimin and Taehyung look at eachother, smirking.     Who else in the group deserves a nice, hearty serving of a prank?