he's exhausted and emotional from puking all day, and despite yoongi trying to feed him, he's basically refused all food after 3pm since he couldn't keep anything down. his stomach is roiling.
he's sitting on the bathroom floor, rocking back and forth a little and staying near the toilet.
hoseok and yoongi are both with him, hoseok rubbing his back and yoongi offering quiet words of comfort. seokjin is in the doorway, texting joon's mom to ask for advice since they're running out of ideas.
after a while, hoseok speaks. "you should go back to bed, joonbug."
namjoon inhales sharply, then shakes his head. everyone can see the tears of frustration in his swollen eyes, the way his lower lip juts out and shakes a bit.
"i know, baby. it's gonna be ok, though. you need to try and sleep," hoseok whispers, his voice breaking a little. he brushes a bit of hair off of namjoon's forehead, which just makes joon burst into heaving sobs.
"oh...my gosh, you poor thing," hoseok mumbles, pulling joon into a hug and rubbing his back. sliding his hand under joon's shirt and rubbing in gentle circles. namjoon continues to sob and starts hiccuping.
"jin-hyung, go get jungkook. we'll have him carry joon to bed," yoongi says, holding the glass of water with a straw to indicate to hoseok that namjoon should drink.
hoseok shakes his head. he wants joon to drink, but he knows he'll refuse and it'll just come right back up anyways.
namjoon keeps his head buried in hoseok's chest, his cries getting quieter. a few moments later, jungkook is leaning down next to him.
"come on, hyung. i'll carry you to bed."
guys i'm so sorry for my absence...life has been insane to say the least. i've been busy but i also got a really awful concussion that kind of took me out for a couple months and i'm just getting back to this...
but i love you all endlessly. seriously!! thanks for reading this far.
Hi! I need to say thay you're a really good writer! and my question is: you said once that sickfic day 3 of the sicktober (Jk being sick at the airport/plane and getting cared by Joonie) could have a part 2. This request will it be done? I'm about intessed in what will happen after jk's fainting.
Thank you! That means a lot to me! I wasn't going 👀 to but I most definitely will now lol. I almost accidentally left yall on a cliffhanger my bad.
link to part 1: ( warning way too many editing mistakes) https://min-yunki-agustd.tumblr.com/post/697138312051343360/day-3-
Jungkook is becoming aware that he's not conscious but is struggling to gain consciousness. He tries moving his limbs but they were still. It was like he was in sleep paralysis only his head was extremely foggy and he can't see anything. He slowly begins to come back to reality. Though He's still unable to lift his heavy eyelids he's become more aware of what is happening behind his body. There is yelling. lots of noise. He hears many voices but the closes voices he could hear were the sound of medical professionals. He figured since they sound so official. He couldn't really tell because though there loud the actual words are jumbled up in his brain. A slightly more distant voice but more familiar voice though grumbly and low. Namjoon? he thought in his own head. He focused back on his surroundings. The soft humming sound of the plane was gone. As if the plane ride was over. He began to come back to reality faster when he felt cold metal touch his arms. He could hear namjoon's voice again. he sound like he was saying something comforting. whatever he said helped Jungkook was scared.
NamJoon POV
namjoon watched over the younger telling him "everything is ok Jungkook your going to be alright." namjoons eyes were a little watery. from the moment jk fainted to when the plane landed namjooon held Jungkook in his arms doing the best he could until help could come. He yelled out and flight attendants came bursting in. He kinda expected the other members to come running as so as he yelled but he learned later that they were forced to remain seated by other flight attendants. The flight attendants fanned jk's splayed body They told the pilots and they did an emergency landing. Calling emergency services so that they'd already be there by the time they landed. Namjooon had to keep it together. No matter how many times he yelled his name jungkook would not wake up or even move for that matter. It felt like ages before they reached the ground and when they did and emergency services came to help, namjoon gave him all the information he could. explaining his parlor complexion, his slightly unusual behavior, and he's going back and forth to the bathroom being ill. Right after He was lifted up and placed on the gurney. Namjoon quickly announced ' HE"S WaKing UP" coming out a little louder than he thought it would. Jungkook's once limp body regain a little life when his eyes squeezed tight and fluttered open. Halfway opened against the blinding lights. the paramedics are plugging him up to things checking his pulse and strapping him onto the gurney.
JK Pov
He was finally out of the dark place he was stuck in. The moment of happiness for finally being away was washed away when the pain came back instantly. He whinnied and squirmed in place. His head felt like tenth thousand pounds weighs. He was dizzy and tho he felt an emptiness in the pit of his stomach he felt nausea rise in his throat. His stomach threatened to lose the bout of stomach acid that plagued his throat before he passed out. In summary, he felt awful now that he was awake. The pain in his stomach made him thrash a bit and fight the restraints that held him safely in the chair. shifted a bit. The pain and making him irrational. That was until he felt a gentle warm hand rest against his arm. It calmed him a bit knowing namjoon was with him.
No pov
The paramedics rolled him off to the ambulance. They had replaced the plane steps with a machine that rises and lowers. Namjoon was allowed to stay with jungkook. Before leaving completely namjoon told the others to tell the manager what was going on and namjoon said that as soon as he could he'd give the name of the hospital so that the rest of the members can come. Namjoon knows they'll probably realize the lie when they see Jungkook's file but namjoon doesn't care that's a concern for hybe. On the way to the hospital was having trouble with his stomach and had to be given a bag. Before he could even tell anybody a splash of clear sick burst from his throat and then lips. Making a mess of his face and his hand when he slapped it against his face. In an attempt to contain the sick. He kept his head in the bag for the rest of the ride after that incident. It was an uncomfortable situation for his stomach but as long as joon was there he felt like he was ok. They made it to the hospital safely. Jungkook was immediately taken to a room and given ivy fluids to regain all the nutrients and hydration he'd lost. He was given serval tests to see what was wrong but after three tests he was told to rest. The members managed to come as soon as namjoon sent off the text of the hospital's name. Jungkook wasn't quite like himself but he looked better than before. During their stay at the hospital (Jungkook and namjoon) namjoon did everything he could for jk. When he needs another pillow, namjoon would call the nurse. When jk needs meds Joon made sure he got them, Namjoon even filled outJungkook's paperwork. When things were a bit more settled and jungkook finally felt like getting rest namjoon brought over a chair and gently played with the younger hair knowing that this movement would sure put him to sleep faster.
Once jungkook was snoring namjoon for a second to himself to relax, it was late and he hadn't even realized how tired he was getting. He walked across the hospital room and turned off the lights. He sat back down in his chair and began to fall asleep himself...
hii im glad to hear something of a news about jinsoo, i hope she's okay & please say hi to her if its not too much trouble for you! im sorry but may i ask if jinsoo have any sort of archive of her previous works that still could be accessed or if she's considering on maybe making one? sorry once again but i enjoy her works so much there's not many others who write as much namjoon centrics as she does & moreover a hurt/comfort or a sickfic ones, and she really is a talented writer, her writings are always so good 😔😭 thanks so much & im sorry if i crossed the line here but im really just thankful for her existence as someone who love namjoonie very2 much
You’re not crossing the line at all! Unfortunately there is no archive. Jinsoo’s works were all on Google docs and she deleted her email as well. She had a couple collaborations so you could ask around and see if they still have access to those documents.
there is a new namjoon sickfic/whump account for namjoon though, who reached out to me as a fan of Jin who was inspired to start writing by her. @comfortjoonie.
She hasn’t posted anything yet as far as I know but from what she told me her blog is dedicated entirely to namjoon.
hey. so I'm a sickfic h0e and if anyone is willing to send requests to me then I'd love to write them! just a forewarning, I dont do sexual/kink sickfics because I'm not into that kind of stuff, but other than that, please feel free to request.
Thank you to all that supported me during my hiatus. I may still end up needing surgery on my shoulder depending on how my body co-operates with the meds I am on. Typing and mousing are a no-go with my right hand still so I apologize for being so slow. This is a short drabble, since I can’t manage much more than this at the moment. I hope like Taehyung that you aren't disappointed with my less than stellar performance.
This is answering a request for @keefthebeachboy who wanted some Tae-mayhem. “This cold doesn’t seem to want to leave my throat, it’s so swollen I can barely talk.” My brain immediately clung to the trauma during Bring the Soul.
Spoiler Alert: During The Truth Untold performance (I believe in France) Taehyung lost his voice and ARMY finished for him. I am not a Tae fan but this part made me cry in the theatre and most of the way home. (https://youtu.be/JMYQ5OLxCTc)
The Truth Unsung
The cheers were deafening. Taehyung and the other members could hear ARMY’s excitement from backstage. They were all exhausted from a gruelling tour and each of them found that this was taking a massive toll on their bodies. Especially Taehyung, who was currently white as a sheet under his makeup. He was more nervous about this performance than he had been in a long time. He wasn’t sure that he had another song in him.
He had tried so hard...only to be disappointed. Taehyung had tried everything. Hot tea with Lemon and Honey, cough drops that dulled the ache in his throat, (until he could taste nothing but cough drops) throat sprays, and nothing was getting the virus to budge. He hadn’t sung for the last two rehearsals to try to save his voice for the actual performance. His voice had cracked just during the warm up. This was not good.
It was one of the last tours in Europe and Taehyung had started to feel off a few days ago. It had started with a tickle in his throat that he just couldn’t get rid of. His nose ran constantly, making post nasal drip run down his throat, until he woke up on the third morning with a squeaky voice and a miserable cough.
He muted his mic and coughed drily, bending at the waist. This was insane. How could he possibly sing like this. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. Namjoon stood behind him, rubbing his upper back until the coughs finally subsided.
“Are you going to be able to make it, Taehyungie?” the leader asked, his black-brown eyes sympathetic and concerned.
Taehyung tried his best actor smile. It was a bit shaky, as Namjoon had unwittingly echoed aloud the fear that made his heart pound and his nerves fizzle with anxiety. He cleared his throat.
“Thi.. -A-Hem!- This cold doesn’t seem to want to leave my throat, Hyung. It’s so swollen I can barely talk.” he admitted.
RM frowned, “Still?” he asked, surprised. “I knew you were bad yesterday, but I thought it was better today… You should have told me sooner, Taehyungah.”
Taehyung smiled ironically, “There’s nothing that Jiminie-hyungie and Seokjinie-hyung didn’t try already.” He mumbled, trying not to over use his voice. The back of one of Rapmon’s large, clumsy hands found its way to the vocalist’s forehead and pressed gently onto it.
“You are definitely warm, but it could be the stage lights. Please, try not to strain yourself. Should I talk to Gukie and see if he can sing your part?” Taehyung shook his head and continued to shake it, as RM continued, “You’re sure?”
Taehyung would do what he had do. Right now that meant going on stage with one last song for ARMY. It was a love ballad, and his vocal part set the mood for the whole song. He would do this for them. They had shown up in the tens of thousands. They wanted to see him... And he knew that for some of them, this would be the first, or maybe even the last time they might be able to see BTS in concert. With this pressure and motivation, he took his position on his platform beside Jimin.
The music started with a soft piano. He cleared his throat and winced as he swallowed painfully.
“Oeroumi gadeukhi, Pieoissneun i garden... Gasitu…” His voice was scratchy and hoarse and within moments had faded to a pained whisper. He felt tears form in his eyes as he failed to sing the rest of his line.
ARMY cried out in sympathy and he felt the emotion of each voice strike him as if he had taken a physical blow. He had let them all down. His family, his Hyungs and Kookie, and all the ARMY that had come so far to see them.
Suddenly, like a wave crashing over him, he heard ARMY sing:
“I moraeseonge nan nal maeeosseo” They were singing for him. He felt tears roll down his face. He heard them all screaming out his parts, singing them with the others. He touched his throat and let his mic hand just hang by his side. He mouthed the words silently:
“Nan duryeoun geol
Cholahae, I’m so afraid
Gyeolgugen neodo nal tto tteonabeorilkka
Tto gamyeoneul sseugo neol mannareo ga”
ARMY sang his parts through the entire song. He bowed with the others after the song and the stadium shook with ARMY’s voice: “KIM TAEHYUNG! KIM TAEHYUNG!” He waved gratefully to them as they descended from the platform.
He said a hoarse farewell to them as they closed out the concert, feeling small and inadequate. Taehyung, who was his own worst critic, felt that he had given the worst performance of his entire career. How disappointed ARMY must be...
Backstage, the other members converged on him, not permitting him even a moment of reflection on the horrible performance. Jimin’s small arms wrapped around him from behind and he swiped at his face as tears rolled down his cheeks, Jungkook wrapped him in a tight hug from the front and let Taehyung’s silent sobs and tears by absorbed by his performance shirt. The others murmured sympathies and reassurances, ruffling his sweaty hair and rubbing his back as the sobs turned into hoarse, ragged coughing. He felt like his vocal chords were being shredded.
“It’s okay… You worked hard.” Rapmon’s deep voice said gently. “Let’s get you back to the hotel. You should rest as much as you can.”
Taehyung sniffled and wiped his eyes ignoring the disaster he’d made of his makeup. He made a silent promise to ARMY, he wouldn’t stop performing until each ARMY everywhere in the world had gotten to see him perform. He would come back to France next year and he would perform at his absolute best to make this up to them.
I have been meaning to write this but since I have to move back to school soon and my house falling apart, I don’t have a moment to do this.
But those are weakass excuses and I need to express this.
I just am so proud and astonished by what is growing of these amazing authors. As someone who went to AO3 to try and find something to suit my guilty pleasure instead of tumblr bc of the lack of works, I cannot believe how flipped the scenario is...lol there is a lack of works on AO3 and plentiful on tumblr.
I started writing because I wanted a fic and I got tired of waiting. I grew interest in continuing to write, amazed how people believed that I had a “knack for it.” I still don’t think so. I still believe I have a lot of work to do, and there is more to my craft that I am slowly unveiling.
But I want to acknowledge these authors, I want to express gratitude because you inspire me to keep going. There were times I try to plan my WIPs so I can disappear off the face of Earth and never write again. But, there are writers who have requests and followers who they try their best to provide and cater without losing themselves...KUDOS to those writers. Just because I don’t get requests and I write on my own accord, doesn’t mean I am above or below anyone... it just means that there is an audience to every star, and every star have different outlets of talent that deserves their unique spotlight.
Lol I blab too much. But I admire you guys, and I just wanted to express my gratitude to your craftmanship. Especially those who are mutuals with me and chatted with me... thanks for making me happy to receive a message :’)
PS I ain’t leaving anytime soon whoops this went all sad and that wasn’t my intention...
Also, haters can hate but they are the ones wasting their time and space spreading their negative energy. Don’t let them dull your glistening sunshine.
PPS..
I’m just a 20 year old black chick living life to her clumsy fullest lol. I go by UnicornHolographicTears on AO3. I only reblog my work from AO3 to tumblr. LOL I thought about posting here but my works are too long for all that.
Here it is! I hope you all like it. Leave a comment and let me know what you think. <3
Namjoon blows out a slow, deep breath as he puts his mic around his ear. He’s had a long day of feeling nauseous and feverish. “Joon?” Hoseok says, putting his hand on Namjoon’s back. “You feeling alright? You look pale…”
Namjoon nods. “I feel a little sick to my stomach…but I should be fine.” He starts to stand up and Hoseok puts a hand over his forehead.
“You feel so d*mn warm Joonie, maybe you should sit this one out?” Hoseok says. Jungkook walks into the room.
“Everything ok?” he asks, looking at Joon’s sweaty face. “Hyung?”
“He’s sick,” Hoseok says. “Poor thing has a fever.”
Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow. “I can do it,” he says.
“There’s no shame if you can’t–”
“--I can, though.” Namjoon uses his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
“Well, we’re coming out now, okay?” Namjoon nods at Jungkook’s words and walks up the stairs to the main area behind the curtain. Suddenly, he feels a pain in his stomach and winces, Hoseok watching.
“Joon…”
“Hyung, it’s o-ok…” Namjoon stutters, putting his hair behind his ear. But it wasn’t ok, he felt like he could puke at any moment.
“Now, hyung~!” Jungkook said, grabbing Namjoon’s hand and pulling him out. The bright lights make Namjoon’s nausea double, and he puts a hand on Hoseok for support. He walks slowly to the front of the stage and listens to Yoongi’s speech before hearing the music start. “D*mn…” he mumbles as he tries to find his place.
When Taehyung starts singing, Namjoon’s body goes into autopilot and he does all the choreography he’s worked so hard on for months. His chest feels tight and he can’t breathe properly. When his verse comes on, he mumbles the lyrics enough to make the backtrack sound fuller, but the backtrack does most of the work for him. At the end of the take, he all but collapses onto the floor in front of the whole audience, facing his back to them with his head on his knees. He’s trying to catch his breath when he feels Jin’s warm hand on his back.
“Joonie, baby, what’s wrong?” Jin asks in a hushed tone. Namjoon feels a tear pricking at the corner of his eye.
“I…” he gasps for air. “I can’t…”
“Joonie, calm down.” All the members are gathered around the leader now.
Namjoon suddenly feels the urge to vomit and springs up to rush to the nearest toilet. His legs are shaky but they carry him to the bathroom. He’s too slow to shut the door before Seokjin is inside with him, and he barely manages to get the toilet lid up before he’s gagging and coughing up the little he could eat for breakfast. Seokjin rubs his back and tells him not to cry, but Namjoon is already sobbing from the embarrassment and pain of it all. He finally finishes and flushes the toilet, then shuts the lid and rests his face on it.
“Oh, Joonie, come on, that’s not sanitary. Let’s get you home…” Namjoon has started shivering from the fever. “Someone get him a blanket!” Seokjin calls, and a few moments later Hoseok returns with a blanket that Seokjin wraps Namjoon in.
“You poor thing,” Hoseok mutters, hugging Namjoon and letting him warm up a bit. “We should get him home,” Hoseok says.
“Bad news,” Jungkook says. “Since we’re on the left side of the stage and the door is on the right, the only way to get him across is to walk him across the stage in front of the fans…”
Namjoon’s breathing picks up with a panic, but Seokjin soothes him. “It’s okay Joonie. We’ll just be honest and tell the fans you weren’t feeling well. It’s ok. Just breathe…” Seokjin rubs circles into Namjoon’s back and uses his thumb to wipe the tears from Namjoon’s eyes.
“Taehyung is already on it,” Jungkook says. “He’s telling the fans that Namjoon has to go home. Can you walk, Joonie? A company car is waiting…”
Namjoon nods. “I need help, though…” Jungkook instantly links arms with Namjoon and Seokjin takes his other arm. They start walking up to the stage when Namjoon hears the crowd chanting,
“Kim Namjoon! It’s okay!” over and over again. When he walks into their sight, applause deafens him and he winces at the sound. Taehyung shushes the crowd. Namjoon can’t bring himself to show his face to the audience, so he turns away slightly so they can only see his hair and cheek. He walks slowly with everyone else as the crowd continues to chant his name, a bit quieter. He feels completely surrounded with love. The members help him into a company car, and Seokjin gets in with him.
“You five keep performing. I have the least lines and the most love for Joonie so I’ll go with him.”
“Most love for Joonie?” Jungkook’s jaw drops. “How could you say that when I’m right here and he’s my idol?”
“How can either of you say that when I’m here and he’s my soulmate?” Hoseok asks playfully. Namjoon smiles a little bit.
“We can discuss this later,” laughs Seokjin. “We’ll see you all in a few hours.”
All the members wave goodbye to Seokjin and Namjoon as the car pulls away. Only five minutes into the ride, Namjoon is sleeping on Seokjin’s lap.
Seokjin pets his hair. “You’re so cute like this Joonie…” Sometimes he wished his Joon would get sick more often so he could cuddle him like this. But he wouldn’t say that when Namjoon was feeling so bad.
Seokjin rubbed Namjoon’s back. It was an hour-long drive. He had plenty of time to go to sleep…but first..
Seokjin snapped a picture of Namjoon resting peacefully and sent it to the group chat before dozing off with his arm protecting Namjoon.
sooo excited to share this with you guys! this is part one of my collaboration with the incredibly talented @crystalsnow95z ! Please go check out her page too if you like this, her works are amazing!
Anyways, I'm really sorry for the delay, I've been super busy, but I hope you guys enjoy. This one is really long!
TW: Vomit, fever, sickness
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"Woah, too fast! Too fast!" Taehyung squeals, holding onto Jungkook tighter afraid to go flying off the sled.
Jungkook is having the time of his life, giggling. "It's okay Hyungie."
Jimin flies past them. "Looks like I'll win!" He sings the words, teasing the others.
"No you won't!" Jungkook tries leaning forward to try to go faster, his competitive nature shining through.
Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, wishing he’d brought a hat. It’s freezing and he was forced to sit here and watch all his members sled down a hill with no end in sight. He wished he just stayed behind, but he didn't want to make the others suspicious and ruin the trip. How are they not freezing? It's only 10 degrees out. He takes a deep breath as his stomach cramps and watches as Yoongi and Seokjin come up the hill.
“You ok, Joon?” Seokjin asks.
“I’m cold, hyung,” Namjoon says, taking an opportunity to go home as the snow starts coming down harder. “Can we go back?"
“...” Seokjin looks at Yoongi.
“You look sick,” Yoongi says. “Did you eat anything today?”
Namjoon pauses. The answer is no. But he doesn’t want to stress anyone out if they find out he’s not feeling well.
“Of course, hyung. On the plane, when you guys were asleep.” Yoongi looks suspicious.
“What’d you eat?”
“A bagel. Can we please go back? It’s freezing.” Namjoon watches the other members come up the hill holding their sleds.
Yoongi looks at the sky. “It is snowing pretty hard. Maybe we should head back to the cabin?”
Seokjin shrugs. “That’s fine with me. The wind seems to be picking up, too.” Namjoon sighs in relief. He was starting to feel really nauseous, and the cold wasn’t helping. “I’ll go tell the others.”
—-
The cabin isn’t as peaceful as Namjoon had hoped. In his and Jimin’s shared bedroom, there’s peace, but he can still hear the chatter in the living room and kitchen. It smells like hot chocolate, which would usually be a great thing, but it’s making him want to throw up now.
His stomach clenched when he heard the door open, Jimin bringing a cup of cocoa into the room. "Hyung, I brought you some cocoa. I wish you would've told me sooner how cold you were.."
"I didn't want to ruin your fun." Namjoon forces himself not to react when Jimin shoves the cup into his hands.
"It'll help you warm up." Jimin smiles warmly.
"Thanks Jiminie…" Cocoa was the last thing he wanted. Namjoon takes a sip, instantly regretting it, his stomach nearly pushed to it's limit, the cramps getting worse. "I was going to take a nap.. I'm still feeling jet lagged from the trip." It took all the strength he had to keep his voice steady.
"Oh, alright then.. I'll let you sleep then. Rest well hyungie." Jimin eyes Namjoon, wondering if he was really okay. He didn't want to bother him though. Not if he wasn't feeling well. As soon as Jimin leaves the room and he hears his footsteps get farther away, he rushes to the bathroom connected to the room, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet, gripping it tightly. He couldn’t bother to shut the door in his rush. He breathes for a moment before he starts vomiting. He can hear some faint yelling over his gagging, but can’t decipher what anyone is saying until a voice gets closer and he hears footsteps coming towards him. He smells Taehyung’s cologne, and it makes him more nauseous. He subconsciously pushes the younger away, but he’s too weak to move him anywhere. Taehyung’s hands go to his back and hair, holding his bangs back and patting him comfortingly. He hears another pair of footsteps come in the room. Seokjin, who joins Taehyung on the floor next to their leader. Namjoon finishes and flushes the toilet, exhausted.
“What happened, hyung?” Taehyung asks. “How long have you been feeling sick?”
“A few hours…” Namjoon wipes the sweat off his forehead and accepts the cup of water Seokjin hands him, taking a sip. It makes his stomach cramp instantly as soon as he swallows.
“You should get some rest.” Seokjin holds out his hand to help Namjoon up, but Namjoon's stomach has other plans, already gagging out the water he just swallowed.
"Are you gonna be sick again?" Seojin asked with a worried expression. Namjoon shakes his head. I don't have the energy..
Seokin trusts his word, helping the youngest rapper to bed with Taehyung's help.
"I wish you told us before we went out.." Taehyung frowns as he watches Seojin strips off Namjoon's sweat soaked shirt.
"I didn't want to ruin everyone's day.." Namjoon says softly, shivering despite his rising fever. "It's cold hyung…"
"I know, I'll get you changed okay?" Seojin quickly goes into Namjoon's suitcase looking for something breathable to put him in.
Taehyung cuddles against Namjoon in the meantime to try to ease the chills, smoothing down his sweat soaked hair. "Hyungie you should know you're more important than some silly snow day."
Taehyung please.. I don't want to cuddle you right now.. Namjoon covers his face, stomach churning at the scent of Taehyung’s shirt.
Taehyung takes the hint, moving away from him, trying to hide his hurt expression. "I'm sorry Hyung.."
"Namjoon-ah just doesn't feel well right now, don't take it personally Tae.." Seojin gently redresses Namjoon, covering him up with just the top sheet.
"Is Namjoonie hyung okay?" The soft voice of Jimin is heard in the doorway, Jungkook peering over him.
"He'll be fine, don't come in, and take Taehyungie with you."
"I just wanted to help Hyung.." Taehyung says looking down at his hands. But Namjoon doesn't even want me near him..
"You can help. Why don't you see if you can find any medicine?" Seokjin gives him a task to try to ease Namjoon's rejection.
"Alright."
The three youngest leave together, the room getting quiet again. "Try to get some sleep for now.." Seokjin traces small circles across Namjoon’s stomach.
"I don't know if I can..it hurts.." Namjoon groans softly as his stomach gurgles again.
"Just try for me okay?" Seokjin runs his fingers to Namjoon's hair. "What if I sing for you?"
"What..? I'm not a child.." Namjoon considered it for a split second before feeling embarrassed.
"I know.. but it might help you sleep."
Namjoon wondered if Seokjin was lying to make him more open to the idea or if it was true, but before he could ask Seokjin started singing softly to him, gently drawing shapes on his bloated middle the youngest rapper falling into a restless sleep.
"Hyungie I can't find any tummy medicine but I found pain pills for headache.." Jungkook entered the room, freezing in place when he sees Namjoon's eyes flutter open.
"Shh Jungkook.." Seokjin narrows his eyes, stroking Namjoon's back softly to try to get him back to sleep, but it was too late.
"Sh*t.. I'm sorry Hyungie.." Jungkook bows, guilt gnawing at his belly.
Namjoon groans in pain and Jungkook winces. “Hyung,” he mumbles, looking at Seokjin. “Hurts…” His stomach is killing him. He can’t remember having something like this before. The pain is horrible. Seokjin puts his hand over Namjoon’s stomach and rubs it lightly, but Namjoon pulls it away. “Ahh…” he grimaces, frowning when he sees Jungkook. “Jungkook-ah…” he mumbles before another cramp hits him, twisting his stomach and making him moan in pain again.
“I brought some headache medicine. Does your head feel ok?” Jungkook asks cautiously. Namjoon blows out a breath slowly, controlled.
“It hurts,” he says softly. It’s not a terrible headache, but the pain in his stomach might get better with painkillers.
Jungkook approaches the bed and hands Namjoon two red pills, which he puts in his mouth and takes the glass of water from the bedside table and drinks it. He instantly regrets it, feeling nausea rise up his throat. He’s freezing cold again, which doesn’t help.
“You’re shivering, Joonie,” Seokjin says softly, putting his hand on Namjoon’s forehead. “You’re burning up…”
“I’m freezing,” Namjoon says. “I need more blankets.”
“We can’t do that, Namjoon,” Seokjin says.
“We can give him a hot bath so he can sweat the fever out,” Jungkook suggests.
“Does that work?” Seokjin asks.
“My mom used to do it for me,” Jungkook says. Seokjin sighs.
“I don’t know if I want to risk it. It could just make his fever way higher,” he says.
"We have to try something.. we can take him out if it looks like he's doing worse.."
“Joonie, how does a hot bath sound?” Seokjin asks. Namjoon nods.
“Let’s go,” Seokjin helps Namjoon up and to the bathroom, starting to run the water. Namjoon leans against the wall with his arms across his stomach and eyes shut. His stomach hurts so bad, and the nausea from taking the pills is getting worse. He doesn’t know if this bath will upset his stomach more. He’s too freezing cold to decline it though. He’s shirtless and only wearing his pants and boxers, but he’s sweating like crazy. He sits back and tries not to throw up for the time being until he hears Seokjin turn off the faucet.
“Stand up, Joonie, let’s take off your pants.” Namjoon follows, standing shakily and placing a hand on the wall to hold himself from collapsing. Seokjin gently pulls his pants off, leaving his boxers on. Namjoon always prefers to be modest, even in a situation like this, Seokjin knows he’d rather keep his boxers on. Seokjin guides the younger into the bathtub. Namjoon visibly relaxes at the heat of it, but Seokjin can hear his stomach make an uncomfortable gurgling sound. Namjoon places a hand over it and leans back against the edge of the bathtub. He’s absolutely exhausted. The hot water feels nice on his shivering body, but he’s worried it’ll make his temperature rise. Seokjin cups water in his hand and gently pours it over Namjoon’s hair. Namjoon jolts in surprise, his stomach gurgling audibly again, and his eyes fly open. He looks nauseous again. Seokjin strokes his hair. “You’re okay, Joonie, he says.” Namjoon shakes his head, panicked.
“Hyung–I’m gonna be sick.”
“Just breathe, Joonie,” Seokjin says. “In…out…in…out…” Namjoon follows, relaxing a bit. “Good job. Just relax, I’ll wash your hair.” Namjoon shivers visibly. Seokjin puts a hand to the younger’s forehead. “Sh*t…I knew it. Your fever is getting worse.”
Seokjin washes him up as quickly as possible, but he wasn't fast enough.
Namjoon tried to warn him, his stomach forcing out the water he used to wash down the pills, covering his mouth to keep from getting sick in the water, desperately leaving the water to reach the toilet, soaking the floor in the process.
"Sh*t..Namjoon-ah.." Seokjin wraps a towel around his shoulders, gently trying to dry him off as the pills he just swallowed come back up, splashing into the water.
Namjoon continued to dry heave until more sick comes up, making his abdomen throb painfully.
"You need to breathe..Namjoon.. take a deep breath for me."
Namjoon takes a deep breath, then another, relaxing when the dry heaving dies down, just laying on the wet tile floor.
"You need to get properly dried off." Seokjin urges, trying to get Namjoon to sit up, but Namjoon flinched away from the olders touch.
"Just..just a minute..please…?" Namjoon's head was spinning, the nausea still swirling in the pit of his stomach.
I knew it wasn't a good idea..Seokjin sighs, getting another towel to do his best to dry Namjoon without him moving, fluffing his hair against the towel.
"I'm so tired…" Namjoon says between deep breaths, trying to keep his stomach under control.
"I know. Let's get you to bed. Okay? You can't sleep here.." Seokjin once again gently pushes Namjoon to sit up, relieved when Namjoon doesn't fight against him.
"Did it work?" Jungkook asks, his heart tightening when he sees Namjoon. Oh no.. I made it worse…
Namjoon was hardly awake his cheeks flushed with fever shivering violently, Seokjin basically dragging him to the bed.
"Find me clothes for him." Seokjin orders. "Please.."
Jungkook ruffles through Namjoon's suitcase, pulling out a pair of sweats and a plain white t-shirt. "Here Hyung.."
"Is..is there anything else I could…could do to help?" Jungkook felt his throat tightening, his emotions threatening to spill over.
"No. I got it from here." Seokjin dismisses him, wishing that he didn't try his idea. He didn't want to take his frustration on the young maknae. All he wanted to do was help. One of the others will comfort him.
Jungkook nods leaving the room.
"Cold…" Namjoon mumbles as Seokjin takes off his wet undergarments.
"I'll get you warmed up, just try to work with me for just a minute." Seokjin struggled to lift him enough to get the sweats on. "Namjoonie you aren't making this easy.."
"I'm sorry.." Namjoon says softly, trying to help by holding himself up with one arm as Seokjin gets the shirt on him, only lasting a few seconds before another wave of dizziness washes over him, making his stomach woozy one more. "Hyung.. dizzy.." He softly moans.
Seokjin stops what he's doing to hold Namjoon close to him, wincing when his bare skin touched his arm. "I got you, you're okay.. you're okay.." Seokjin strokes his damp hair.
"Make it stop.." Namjoon whines softly.
"I would if I could baby.. just bear it a little longer. It'll pass.." Seokjin speaks softly, running his hand down Namjoon's back lightly scratching.
Namjoon held onto Seokjin tightly until the feeling passes, collapsing into him when his body finally relents.
"Are you okay Joon?" Seojin asked barely above a whisper, getting no response. "Namjoon?" He repeats a little louder, gently moving Namjoon away from his chest biting his lip when he sees the unconscious rapper in his arms, unsure on if Namjoon simply fell asleep, or if he fainted. I need to do something..
Seokjin looks up home remedies for fever on his phone, willing to try anything to give at least a little relief to his leader. Luke warm water. I need to use luke warm water…
He leaves the bed as quietly as possible, going to the bathroom to get a washcloth, using a cup to fill with water, returning to the bed, folding it neatly across Namjoon's forehead, jumping with Namjoon twitches.
"Aiish.." He covers his mouth, not meaning to make a sound. Good..he's still out.. Seokjin sighs, refreshing the cloth everytime Namjoon's feverish skin made it warm again.
I'll have to see if I can get him to drink water when he's up again.. Seokjin makes a mental note.
"How is he?" Hoseok whispers, peeking into the room. "Jungkookie was really upset.."
"I'm not sure.." Seokjin sighs. "Is Jungkook okay? I didn't mean to be so harsh on him. I'm just stressed out.”
"Jiminie and Taehyungie are cheering him up. They were driving me up the wall with all their concerns. I'm glad they're distracted now.." Hoseok couldn't look at Namjoon. Seeing his members in pain broke his heart. "Is there anything I could do to help?"
"He's sweating so much, he's going to dehydrate.. could you see if we have anything like vitamin water?"
“Sure. I’ll be right back.” Hoseok leaves the room and Seokjin brushes the blonde hair off Namjoon’s sweaty face.
“Joonie, wake up for me, please,” he says softly, patting Namjoon’s cheek gently. Namjoon’s eyes flutter open and he groans in pain.
“Hyung…” he mumbles. “It hurts…”
“I know, Joon. Where does it hurt?” Namjoon rips the towel off his forehead and turns to his side.
“Stomach…head…” Namjoon groans again and wraps his arms around his stomach. Seokjin rubs his back gently.
“You’re okay, Joon. You need to try and drink a little, or you’ll get dehydrated.” Seokjin can already see Namjoon is sweating heavily again. “Let me rub your stomach,” he says, placing a hand on Namjoon’s belly.
“No, hyung…” Namjoon mutters, pushing it away.
“What can I do to make you feel better?”
“Nothing,” Namjoon says.
“Can I hold you?” Seokjin asks. Namjoon shakes his head furiously. Seokjin feels useless. He knows Namjoon isn’t a fan of physical affection, but usually when he’s sick he’ll tolerate it. This is different though. Seokjin hasn’t seen Namjoon this sick in a long time. Seokjin sighs as he hears a whimper and sees a tear running down Namjoon’s cheek. “You’re okay, Joonie,” he says softly, wiping the tear off Namjoon’s face with his sleeve. Namjoon winces at the texture on his sensitive skin.
“Hyung…” he whines.
“Sorry, Joon,” Seokjin whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to Namjoon’s forehead. He’s still burning hot from the fever. “Can I put the wet towel back on you?” he asks, and Namjoon nods. Seokjin gently places it back on the younger’s forehead, rubbing his back. He feels bad for being snappy with Jungkook, but he’s frustrated at how much worse the maknae’s idea made Namjoon’s fever. He doesn’t know what to do.
“Hyung?” Hoseok walks in with a bottle of Pocari Sweat. “I have this…”
“Perfect, Hobi. Thank you.” Seokjin takes the bottle and hands it to Namjoon. “Sit up, Joon.” Namjoon weakly pulls himself up, moaning at the pain it causes. He puts the bottle to his lips, slowly drinking the gel inside. It tastes awful and makes him feel even more nauseous despite how nice it feels on his scratchy throat. After emptying a quarter of the bottle, Namjoon hands it back to Seokjin.
“H-hyung,” Namjoon mumbles.
“What is it, Joonie?”
“I’m so cold…”
“Can I hold you?” Seokjin asks again, and this time, Namjoon nods. Seokjin lays down next to Namjoon, pulling him close and rubbing his back slowly.
“Aish…you’re burning,” he says. “I don’t know what to do with you.”
“Is there anything else you need?” Hoseok asks.
“We’re okay, Hobi. Thank you.”
“Hobah..” Namjoon says.
“I’m here, Joonie,” he says.
Namjoon whines softly. “Don’t go.”
“You…want me to stay?” Hoseok smiles, but Namjoon doesn’t respond. Seokjin feels Namjoon’s body go limp in his arms, his breathe getting slower.
About 30 minutes pass by with Hoseok sitting on the chair in the corner and Seokjin cuddling Namjoon. “What time is it, Hobi?” Seokjin asks. Hoseok looks at his phone.
“We should go have dinner,” Hoseok says. Seokjin hesitates.
“I don’t wanna leave Joon here by himself…what if he wakes up and panics?”
“Hyung, he’s dead asleep. We both need to eat.” Seokjin nods and pulls away from Namjoon slowly, being careful not to wake the leader. The two go to the kitchen where they find that Taehyung has cooked dinner for them.
“How’s Namjoon-hyung?” Jungkook asks. His eyes are red. He’s been crying.
“He’s…he’s sleeping,” Seokjin says honestly. “Jungkook…I’m sorry I was so harsh with you.”
Jungkook smiles. “It’s okay, hyung. I’ve already eaten. I can go check on him,” he says. Seokjin nods.
“Let me know if he’s doing bad again.” Jungkook nods and walks over to Namjoon and Jimin’s room, sighing as he sees his leader shaking in his sleep.
"I'm sorry Hyungie.." Jungkook whispers softly as he checks the cloth on his forehead, already warm again from Namjoon's feverish skin. I made it worse.. Jungkook sniffles, forcing his tears away. I don't have time to feel bad.. I need to do something..
Jungkook wets the washcloth again, slowly running it over Namjoon's skin, wiping down his arm then across his exposed collar bone.
"Mn…Hyung..cold…" Namjoon complains softly in his sleep voice coming out in a low husky tone.
Jungkook stops in his tracks, putting it back in place on his forehead. I don't want to wake him up, but I can't just sit here and do nothing.. He sighs in frustration, gently playing with Namjoon’s soaked hair. Namjoon’s face twists in discomfort and he rolls onto his side. Jungkook can tell Namjoon is about to be sick by the sounds his stomach is making and how pale he’s getting. He rubs the older’s back, hoping for it to maybe, just maybe go away after a few minutes. Namjoon’s back is burning hot. Jungkook wants to take his shirt off, or pull the blankets off, or something to help reduce his temperature. He knows it’s his fault that Namjoon’s fever got even higher, and the guilt is killing him.
He rubs Namjoon’s back comfortingly as he hears the leader groan in discomfort. Namjoon’s eyes open, and Jungkook can tell he’s about to pass out, throw up, or both.
"Hyung, do you need help up?" Jungkook asks in a small voice when he notices Namjoon sitting up, but he doesn't answer, trying to rush to the bathroom, staggering towards the bathroom.
Jungkook tries to help, trying to grab his arm to help lead him, but Namjoon pushes him away.
"No.. go.." Namjoon manages to force the words out hoarsely. He had already gotten sick in front of Taehyung. He wasn't going to add Jungkook to that list.
Jungkook watches him shut the door, hearing Namjoon heaving from the other side of the door. I need to get Seokjin-hyungie.. He rushes into the kitchen where the older boys were eating.
"Namjoonie-hyung is getting sick again. He shut me out, I need help!" Jungkook says without taking a breath. Seokjin went to get up from his half eaten meal, but Yoongi stops him.
"I'll go. You eat. I'll handle it hyung." Yoongi rushes to the bathroom, going to Namjoon's side, rubbing his hand across Namjoon's back as he heaves.
"Jun…Jungkook I said-" His words are cut off by another round of sick spilling into the bowl.
"Namjoon-ah, it's me and I'm not leaving." Yoongi tells him firmly.
Namjoon relaxes a little, feeling comfort from Yoongi's presence. "It'll be over soon. Just try to breathe Namjoon."
Namjoon takes deep breaths between gags, collapsing against Yoongi as they die down.
"Sh*t Namjoon, you're burning up.." Yoongi swears, grabbing for a piece of toliet paper to wipe across the edges of Namjoon's mouth. "I need you to drink some water for me Joon."
Namjoon shakes his head. I don't want to throw up again.
"I know it sucks, but you'll only get worse if you don't. Come on Namjoon.."
Yoongi gently props Namjoon against the bathtub, quickly moving to the sink to get a cup of water.
"Yoongi-yah…no…" Namjoon argues when Yoongi puts the cup by his lips.
"Namjoon please, just try." Yoongi tried to hide the desperation in his voice. It's been years since he's seen Namjoon this bad. "Just a sip."
Namjoon takes a few sips, washing the awful taste from his mouth and soothing his raw throat, but it already felt like a stone in his stomach, turning his head away.
"Good job Joon, that's all I wanted.."Yoongi gently pulls Namjoon to his feet, struggling to move him forward. Namjoon was hardly conscious, being mostly dead weight. "Stay with me a little longer okay?"
Namjoon tried his best to stay up, but he used the last of his energy. The older rapper just barely makes it to the bed before Namjoon stopped holding onto him, almost making both of them topple to the floor. "Fu*k Namjoon..you're heavy.."
Namjoon murmurs an apology. Yoongi takes off Namjoon's shirt, taking advantage of his lack of power to fight against him, finding the rag and wiping it across Namjoon's scorching back.
Namjoon had his eyes closed, but he didn't look anywhere near peaceful. His breathing was labored and his hand was still wrapped tightly around his lower abdomen, an upset gurgle coming from it the sips of water sitting uncomfortably in his stomach.
"Poor Joon-ah.."Yoongi whispers, wiping the cloth across Namjoon's shoulders, across the back of his neck then going down his arm. I need to get his fever down…
"Hyung..will you lay with me?" Yoongi jumps in surprise when he hears the hoarse whisper of Namjoon.
"Sh*t..you scared me.. i thought you were out.."
"I can't sleep.. it hurts.." Namjoon whines.
"I know, I know..Let me wash you up first, okay? I need to cool you down first. ." Yoongi does the best he can to wash off the sweat, his heart tightening when he sees Namjoon trembling, despite his high fever.
"It's cold.." Namjoon grabs onto Yoongi's wrist to stop him. "Please Hyungie.." Namjoon's voice comes out sounding much younger.
Yoongi stops in his tracks. "You're really sick Joon-ah.. Alright.. come here.." He takes a seat next to him, holding out his arms.
Namjoon cuddles up to him, Yoongi forcing himself not to flinch when he feels his hot skin brush against him. He's already sticking to me.. He couldn't recall the last time Namjoon cuddled up to him. He wasn't known for being the cuddly type like Taehyung or Jimin. It just made him worry more.
"It hurts Hyung.." Namjoon whimpers, clutching his stomach when another ripple of pain tears through his stomach.
Yoongi reaches slowly, rubbing his hand across Namjoon’s stomach to try to ease the pain, feeling it tightening underneath his palm.
Namjoon moans in time with a harsh cramp, and Yoongi shushes him. “You're ok, shh, Joonie,” he says softly.
“Ahh…hurts…” he whines. Yoongi presses down harder, trying to work out a cramp, and Namjoon curses under his breath. “Hyung…f*ck, it hurts so much.” Yoongi can see Namjoon starting to shiver.
“What should we do, Joonie?”
“Don’t know…” Namjoon sighs. He’s too weak to even sit up. His brain is foggy and he has no idea what would make him feel better. The pain is getting worse every second and he’s not sure how much longer he’s going to be able to take this. Barely anything works on his sensitive stomach.
“I can get some painkillers for you, Joonie, but I really don’t know what to do beyond that.”
“Get Jimin,” Namjoon says, his speech slurring. Jimin always knows how to cuddle him just the right way when he’s sick, just the right sweet things to say to make him feel a little less miserable and get his spirits up a tiny bit.
"Alright Namjoon." Yoongi gently escapes from the sick rapper, leaving to get Jimin.
"What's wrong? Has he gotten worse?" Jin asks, ready to spring up to go back to Namjoon's side.
"He has, but he wants Jimin.." Yoongi states.
"What? He asked for me?" Jimin's eyes widen in surprise.
"I think he just wants to be comforted. I'm not the best at that.." Yoongi scratches the back of his neck shyly. "I tried my best. It's your turn now."
Jimin gets a water bottle to take with him, hoping he could get him to drink at least a little bit."Hyungie, I'm here.."
"Minah…" Namjoon's voice comes out soft, the first part of his name getting cut off by a whimper.
Jimin puts the water down, curling around Namjoon. I don't want to stress him out more. He wanted cuddles, that's what I'll give him. He's so hot though..
"My poor Hyungie, it's okay.. It's okay.." Jimin runs his hand up and down Namjoon's side with his gentle touch, leaning his head on him. "We'll get you feeling better soon.."
Namjoon wasn't processing what Jimin was saying to him, but he enjoyed Jimin's soothing tone.
"We'll think of something to make you feel better. Maybe we can find a good mix of herbal tea.." Jimin continues just saying sweet nothings, gently rubbing his face against Namjoon's cheek. He's hardly conscious.. Jimin bites the inside of his cheek, just barely letting his fingers brush against Namjoon's belly, smiling softly when he feels some of the tension in Namjoon's body let up. "That's it Hyungie, relax.. I'll still be here when you wake up, just try to sleep for now.."
Namjoon relaxes, and after some time, he falls asleep.
—
Jimin leaves when he sees that Namjoon is comfortably asleep, going into the living room and seeing all of the other members.
“How is he?” Seokjin asks.
“He’s asleep. I think we should take him to the hospital, though. He’s burning hot and in a lot of pain.”
“I don’t think we can, Jiminie…” Seokjin says. “It’s a blizzard outside. We can’t even see five feet out of the window.”
“And our cell phones aren’t working.” Jungkook frowns, empathizing his point by showing Jimin his phone.
"We're lucky all this snow hasn't knocked the power out.." Yoongi adds in.
"Yoongi-hyung, don't you jinx us!" Taehyung frets. "We're having enough trouble already.."
"We have to think of something.." J-hope sighs in frustration.
"We're doing all we can. At least he's sleeping.." Seokjin looks around the room at the members. I have to do something. Everyone's stressed..
"Maybe, maybe we can go out on our own. If we drive really really slowly. It's better than just sitting around watching him slowly get worse." Jungkook whines desperately, staring at the flurry of snowflakes out the window.
"You know we can't do that.." Seokjin tries to comfort Jungkook, but be jerked away from his touch.
"But Namjoonie-hyung needs medicine..he's burning up with fever and he can't even sleep with his stomach constantly making him feel sick. We have to try!" Jungkook says with frustration, clenching his fists together. "We can't just do nothing!"
"We're doing all we can, there's no way we can drive in that storm. You can't even see the trees right outside the window. It's too dangerous Koo." Jin tries to calm Jungkook by stroking his hair, this time accepting his touch. Jungkook sighs, taking a few breaths to calm himself.
"What if we walk?" Jungkook looks hopelessly at Jin, already knowing the answer, tears swelling up.
"No way." Yoongi answers for Jin. "Are you trying to get lost in this mess? The nearest town is miles away. You'll end up with hypothermia before you even get halfway."
The boys stop their arguing when they hear Namjoon heaving again, Jin rushing back into the bathroom, kneeling beside Namjoon who had his head in the toliet bowl. "Namjoon-ah, it's okay..it's okay.. Hyung is here." Jin rubs his back and Namjoon spits into the toilet, only saliva coming up. Hyung, make it stop, it hurts so much.. Namjoon couldn't get the words out, only a small whimper coming as he holds his sore middle, his muscles finally pushing up acid, burning his throat.
"I know, I know, just try to breathe for me okay?" Jin scratches his nails lightly across Namjoon’s back. Namjoon tries, but he’s too distressed to breathe properly. Namjoon gags empty, whimpering.
“It hurts,” he says softly.
“Shh…I know, Joon. You’ll be okay. I’m here. I’ll keep you safe.” Namjoon finds comfort in that, calming down a bit. Seokjin puts his hand on Namjoon’s forehead. Sh*t. You’re even hotter than before. I don’t know what to do…” he says softly. “We might have to give you a cold bath.”
“No…” Namjoon says. “Please, no…”
Seokjin is about to say something, but suddenly, the lights start flickering.
“Hyung?” Namjoon’s voice is deep, but he sounds scared. The lights shut off, and Seokjin can’t hold back a curse under his breath. He hears footsteps come to the bathroom and Yoongi shines his phone’s flashlight at them. “Sh*t…you guys too?” Namjoon winces at the light and Seokjin nods.
“There’s some candles in the kitchen…” Taehyung comes up behind Yoongi. Namjoon turns away from the light. His head is hurting again, the bright lights not helping.
“Let’s get him to bed,” Seokjin says. Taehyung comes over and helps Namjoon up, the two of them bringing Namjoon to his bed with Yoongi behind him. Namjoon instantly rolls to his side, completely exhausted and still feeling nauseous. Taehyung lays next to him and rubs his hand up and down his hyung’s burning back. Namjoon sighs at the feeling of Taehyung’s hand. It feels nice, but he’s still not comfortable with his stomach rolling and head pounding.
“Do we have medicine?” Yoongi asks Seokjin.
“Namjoon might have some Ibuprofen,” he says. “For his migraines.” Namjoon shakes his head hard.
“I’m not taking anything…my stomach is killing me.” Taehyung puts his hand on Namjoon’s stomach, feeling it tense and cramp every few seconds. “Poor hyungie…” he says softly, rubbing gently. Namjoon seems to relax at the touch, breathing more slowly.
“Your fever is gonna make you worse, Joonie. You could pass out. Or start hallucinating,” Seokjin says. “Just try to take some and don’t throw up for an hour or so and you’ll start feeling better.” Namjoon doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to faint or start hallucinating, but he really doesn’t want to throw up again. Everything hurts and he’s exhausted, but he can’t sleep with how uncomfortable he is.
“Please, Joonie-hyung,” Taehyung says, and Namjoon shakes his head. Jungkook comes into the room with two lit candles and places them on the dresser. “What’s going on?” he asks.
“We’re trying to get Namjoon to take some medicine but he won’t..” Yoongi says. Jungkook frowns in sympathy, then sits on the bed facing namjoon, running a hand through his sweaty hair.
“Can you please try to take a little, hyung?” Jungkook asks, looking at Namjoon with round worried eyes. “You’ll feel better if you do.” He knows Namjoon and his soft spot can’t say no to him, even when he’s feeling like this.
Namjoon sighs. I can't say no when he looks at me like that.. "Alright..I'll try.."
Seokjin brightens up, quickly getting medicine from the bottle before he changes his mind. "Here Joon." He places the pill on Namjoon's tongue, quickly getting him a sip of water to help swallow it down. Please just drink a little more…
Namjoon takes a few mouthfuls of water before turning away from his eldest hyung."No more.."
"That's okay, you did good.." Taehyung smiles softly, gently rubbing his fingertips across Namjoon's cramping stomach.
"Thank you hyung." Jungkook says softly.
"I'm so tired.." Namjoon says in a hoarse whisper.
"Then we'll let you sleep.. Do you want me to take Taehyungie with us?" Seokjin asks, ready to remove the clingy vocalist but Namjoon shakes his head, still feeling guilty for how he treated him earlier.
"He's okay.."
"Get me if there's any change Tae. Take care of him." Seokjin gathered up the others and leaves the two alone.
Namjoon slowly started to drift off, his migraine becoming more manageable. Taehyung was humming as soft as he could as he continues to make feather light touches on Namjoon’s cramping belly.
Taehyung stops when he hears Namjoon start to snore. He's finally asleep, but for how long? He uses his sleeve to try to wipe some of the sweat off of Namjoon's brow. He's still sweating..
Taehyung reaches for the wet cloth slowly, fearful that the slightest wrong move would wake him, just barely grabbing it from the tag, wiping it gently over Namjoon’s body.
Just when Taehyung thought Namjoon was finally starting to recover, he felt his muscles tensing up again, the older quickly sitting up. "Taehyung.." His voice came out as a pained groan as another wave of nausea hits like a tidal wave, making him gag, mouth filling with hot sick, his cheeks puffing out.
"Hyung hold on I'll get-" Taehyung was too late, as he rushed to get the waste bin from the floor Namjoon had already started trying to scramble over him as his body pushes up more sick than he could hold down getting it on Taehyung, the side of the bed, then finally the bin on the floor, trying to prop himself up by his elbows. The pressure he was putting on his own stomach only worsened the pain, causing tears to run down his cheeks.
"Oh no Hyung.." Taehyung runs his hand down Namjoon's spine, feeling it arch as he continues to heave.
"Se-seokjinnie-hyung!" Taehyung yells coming out shaky with panic. "Yoongi-h-hyung!"
The two eldest run into the room Yoongi slowly lifting the bin from the floor keeping it by Namjoon’s face as Seokjin helped him sit up again. "Aiigo Namjoon-ah.. you're okay, you're okay.."
"N..no.." Namjoon sobs, all the stress on his body catching up with him. "I..i..can't do..do..ev..ev…" Another heave comes, cutting him off, only adding to his frustration causing even more tears to flow. Seokjin rubs his back gently.
“You’re okay…” Namjoon wipes his eyes and leans back.
“What happened, Taehyung?” Yoongi asks, taking the bin from Namjoon.
“He just woke up like this…and started vomiting. I have no idea what happened.” Seokjin uses a tissue from the side table to wipe Namjoon’s forehead from sweat.
“You’re burning hot, Joonie…we’re gonna have to give you a cold bath…”
Namjoon shakes his head. “Please…no…I’m freezing…” Namjoon’s eyes look glassy and his usually tan skin is pale.
Seokjin glances at Yoongi, who shrugs. “I think we have to…”
