Tw: emeto, vom*****, mentions of nausea, alcohol, drinking
Thank you @bleucheeks for this suggestion!!!
Word count: 1199
(Jungkook drinks too much in his recent vlive and has to end it early before he gets sick)
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His hyungs were right. Most definitely right. (As they always are), Jungkook should not be drinking this much while on vlive, especially at ungodly hours of the morning.
Jungkook has been singing on and off, reading comments from fans and messing around with Bam. Of course he got himself a couple drinks to go with it, but he might’ve gone a little overboard. Okay maybe a lot overboard. He had some beer, soju, whisky, white wine, and who knows what else.
Jungkook's got a bad case of the hiccups and has to keep muffling them into his elbow or turn his head away. Jungkook rubs at his chest, trying to get them to calm down as he sqints at the comments flying past. "Vibe?" Jungkook reads aloud, "daechwita?" Jungkook hates that he can feel just how full he is of all the alcoholic beverages he's consumed as he shifts uncomfortably.
"Hic—excuse me." Jungkook murmurs. Jungkook moves a little further away from the camera, hoping they can't hear his stomach gurgling and grabs his mic. He starts singing another song, lyrics playing on the tv. Jungkook has to lower the microphone when an air bubble rises and he disguises a burp with a cough, face scrunching at the horrible taste it brought up.
He finishes the song—save a few more hiccups that interrupt him—and somehow he manages to hit all the notes despite being under the influence. Jungkook's stomach is getting more bubbly by the minute and he feels so full that even breathing in encourages more trapped air that he has to swallow back down.
Shit, this is definitely not looking good. Jungkook wonders what he should do because he's surely going to vomit. And there's no way he's doing that in front of fans. Jungkook takes out his phone, sending a drunken message to their bangtan group chat.
.....hyungies yuo were definitely right I shuoldnt habe drank on live. Somebody plz help me. I think m gonna puke.
Sent, now Jungkook puts as much of his focus to the screen of comments and not on his sloshing stomach. Jungkook jerks with one of those hiccups again and tries to think of an excuse to end the live. "Saranghae armies." Jungkook holds up a finger heart. He tucks his hair behind his ears, bringing a hand down to rub at his stomach discreetly.
Bing
Oh gosh, Jungkook. I'll be there in a few.
Jimin the sweet angel—coming to the rescue. That's the best news ever because Jungkook can feel his mouth pooling with saliva and he can barely look at all the empty drinks that linger behind the camera.
"Sorry—hic—armies, but the camera is about to die and I have to go." Jungkook smiles, hoping he looks more decent then he feels. "Good night Army! Thank you for watching so late!" Jungkook waves and does a heart before he quickly pushes the 'end live' button. Jungkook imidiantly groans, hand placed on his full tummy. He needs Jimin.
Jungkook can't even bring himself to get up and go to the bathroom, Bam is somewhere in the room and Jungkook can feel a suspicious heat building in his middle. Jungkook burps, hand coming to cover his mouth just as Jimin enters Jungkook's living room. Giving Jimin a spare key was definitely a good idea.
"Aish, Kookie. Why do you do this." Jimin scrambles over to the younger, scanning him up and down. "Hyung, I drank too much." Jungkook pouts at Jimin, who looks back worriedly. "I can tell, are you gonna puke?" Jimin asks, given Jungkook has gone pale and won't stop hiccuping.
"Yuck, I don't want to thin—hurrkk" Jungkook jams a fist to his lips, jolting with another gag, lips sealed tightly. "Oh shit—" Jimin dashes to the other side of the room, swiping up a small bin and thrusts it under Jungkook's chin just in time. Thank goodness the live was turned off.
Jungkook moans into the bin, bringing up puke and trying to keep his hair out the way. Jimin quickly realises and takes off Jungkook's glasses, setting them aside before using his hands to hold back Jungkook's long hair. Yes, it's beautiful and amazing but right now, the locks were proving to be an inconvenience.
"Hyung—it got in m-my hair-" Jungkook whimpers, alcohol has really done him over, hasn't it? "Shh, it's okay Kookie. Get it all out." Jimin places a hand on Jungkook's back, trying to calm him down. Jungkook's ears are ringing and he shudders at a small burp, prompting more puke to exit from his mouth.
Jungkook makes a very nauseated sound and even Jimin's stomach feels a bit uneasy. Jungkook continues to vomit his guts out, it sounds like he's almost choking with his shaky inhales. More torrents leave Jungkook's mouth, stomach contracting as it works everything out of his system.
Nausea swells over Jungkook's body, and he wishes he hadn't drank so much. "You really gotta listen to your hyungs, Kookie." Jimin adds, a soft giggle leaving his lips as he continues to hold back Jungkook's dark hair. Jungkook is not going to live this down. He can already hear Seokjin's voice in his head, telling him off for being so reckless. On cue, Jimin's phone starts to ring, the eldest member's name clear on the screen.
"Hey, how's Jungkookie doing?" Seokjin says after Jimin accepted the call. "Hyunggg I think I'm dyingg." Jungkook's voice is loud enough to hear and Seokjin tuts in sympathy. "Yah! Next time listen to us, okay??" Seokjin calls out, causing Jimin to laugh and almost forget the task at hand, making Jungkook whine when his hair falls back in front of his eyes and in the line of fire.
Jungkook retches audibly and Jimin hisses, "sorry, hyung I've gotta put you on speaker even though you probably don't want to hear this. I need both hands to hold Jungkookie's hair." Jimin places the phone down, focusing back on the maknae.
"Ayy, my poor Jungkookie.." Seokjin's voice fills Jungkook's ears and he makes a mental note to send the older a message when he's feeling better. Jungkook coughs up more beer, cursing under his breath. His mind is still a little loopy and when he catches a break he sighs heavily. "Jimin-hyung, you're really pretty." Jungkook blurts out, using Jimin's face as a distraction turned out to be quite effective.
"Thanks, Kook-ah. You feeling better?" Jimin smiles, "make sure he drinks lots of water Jimin-ah." Seokjin buts in. "Mhmm, I need to sleep... I'll probably throw up n'the morning though." Jungkook replies, forgetting that it already is the morning. "Okay, let's get you to bed, dumbass." Jimin says, "I'll call you later, hyung! Bye bye!" Jimin takes the phone.
"You better, Park Jimin!" And with that, Jungkook's practically half asleep, head lolling to the side and Jimin whisks the bin away before a mess happens. "Come on, pukey. Let's sleep before a massive headache is added to the list." Jimin ruffles Jungkook's hair and gives his back a comforting rub.
"As long as you cuddle me..." Jungkook slurs, somehow still adorable. "Of course, Jungkook-ah."
maybe jikook for the siblings ?? (im remembering that moment when jungkook and jimin called jungkook’s mom and his mom said “ily” to jimin🥺)
A/N: Did this in the middle of my law work ahaha but yes!
Tw: emeto
Jikook. Jimin: 21 years old, Jungkook: 19 years old. Sibling/Family AU
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Jimin let out a sigh as he entered, the warmth of the house greeting him and making his tired body relax. His keys chimed as he shoved it into the key bowl and took his shoes off. He could still hear the conversations of his co-workers, but he was very glad to finally finish his night shift and the digits of the clock on the stove blared at him.
2:12 am
Jimin was eager to be salvaged in his warm blankets, sleep seemed like an excellent idea. That is till he saw his brother, Jungkook, slowly coming out of his room. His brows furrowed and he's almost paused unbuttoning his work jacket, he called out to the younger. "Jungkookie?"
Jungkook, startled, to say the least. His thoughts were interrupted, from rallying up self assurances to now needing to explain to his brother why he was up.
He turned on his heels, it jostled his stomach. He'd tossed and turned in his bed, but there was nausea plaguing his insides like no tomorrow. Jungkook looked at Jimin, he chewed on his lips almost anxiously. "Hyung" He responded quietly.
Jimin approached him slowly, the lines on his forehead squeezed together. "What're you doing up, big guy?" He asked, keeping his voice low because the other family members were snoozing and to not frighten his brother.
"I–" Jungkook opened his mouth to respond, but closed it again. Crap. He couldn't think of anything past his stomach that bubbled, it was hot and felt like lava. The cramps jabbed his muscles, a particular one made him suck in a breath. "My stomach's not doing too well" He told him, his face paling and he almost turned green.
Jimin raised a brow, the stubborn youngest, even if it's just the two of them. Was never so quick to confess, so he figured matters were definitely serious. He resumed taking his jacket off, placing it around one of the chairs as he eyed how Jungkook was swallowing.
"Eomma, did you tell her?" He asked, maybe he needed an adult. He was the adult, but what if Jungkook needed the maternal adult.
Jungkook shook his head, and then half nodded. He briefly remembered being handed some tea, midday whilst Jimin was at work and how she stroked his hair lovingly. "Earlier, she gave me tea. But now I feel like I'm about to throw up" He felt a burp fizzle up just as he said that, pressing his fist to his mouth.
Jimin blinked, alarmed as he nodded. "Oh." He's taken care of Jungkook before, so when his mind isn't throwing itself into confusion he wraps his arm around him. "Okay, that's okay. Come with me" he held onto Jungkook and guided him to the bathroom.
He flicked on the light, his hand grabbing the door knob and he pulled it behind him so the door shut. Jimin watched as Jungkook kneeled in front of the toilet with his head hung, a look of sheer concern and sympathy etched over his face as he reached in and rubbed his back. "Not sure what's going on, but it'll be over soon okay? Jeez you're hot"
Jungkook hummed while stifling a hiccup, his skin felt hot like a burning furnace to the point his brother's hand felt like a slap to his forehead. His shirt stuck to his back, lathered in sweat that was visible in the white light. His bloated stomach pushed against the waistband of his sweatpants, it gurgled and his spine curled.
His mouth opened, the saliva trickled down. Jungkook felt the contents of his stomach curdle, the nausea pulsing through his veins and he pitched forward with a heave. A wave of golden, tea-coloured liquid rushed out of his throat without a warning and Jimin wrinkled his nose.
"Uh oh, there we go" He barely looked. The older busied himself with grabbing a washcloth from the cabinet, he stared at himself as he let out a quick sigh and soaked it under the tap. Jimin gingerly placed the washcloth on the back of Jungkook's neck, his other hand began to pat his back. "You're okay kid, let it all out. It's okay." He assured him softly.
His arms laid on the side of the seats as he shuddered, he belched lowly. Jungkook's throat burned, he rolled his tongue in his cheek and spat. His body rocked along with Jimin's ministrations, long and slow strokes to his back creating friction and providing comfort.
Jimin was spectating silently, he stopped rubbing the boy's back and wrapped it around his middle instead so Jungkook didn't nose dive into his vomit. He grimaced, muscles contracting under his palm as Jungkook heaved once more. "Shh, shh" He hushed, rubbing across the squeezing muscles. His worry hadn't ceased.
"Do I need to call Eomma?"
Jungkook heard Jimin over his garbled hearing as he retched and shook his head. "No-" He panted softly, the last thing he wanted was his mother helicopter-ing over him, fretting over him. He liked Jimin, Jimin was quiet and patient. His voice sounded like honey dripping off a stick, doing wonders to his sick frazzled brain and nerves. Jungkook just wanted to get over and done with it, now.
He felt his stomach bubble up again, the vomit crawled up his throat and he moaned. "-I'm not done yet" His hand joined Jimin's on his stomach as he held it tightly. His jaw tightened and he groaned behind the clenched teeth with a strained gag.
"Hey, it's okay. Don't force it, Kook. You're going to end up hurting yourself" Jimin warned, he took the opportunity and grabbed Jungkook's hand before he lightly squeezed the younger's clammy hand and fingers. He weaved his hand out, returning to his back as he watched some puke dribble out of him. "It's okay, you got it"
"You're okay-" Jimin paused, Jungkook leant forward forcefully as his throat made a gurgling sound and a torrent of vomit sped into the toilet. "-okay, that's it. You got it" He repeated, almost exclaiming at the amount. He sweeped Jungkook's hair out of the way to avoid any back-splash, and kissed the side of his head. At least that's what his mother would do for him.
Jungkook held onto his throat, he massaged it with a grimace before he lurched in again. He whimpered, his veins slithering up his neck. He hiccuped and continued to throw up, his frame shakes with each retch and bouts of tea mixture so Jimin steadied him.
"Did you even eat anything today?" Jimin asked, noticing he wasn't bringing up any food and just bile mixed liquid. He patted Jungkook's back slowly as he panted, helping him to catch his breath and sighed when he shook his head.
"I was too nauseous– it wouldn't stop. I somehow managed to drink some tea, and it helped for a while" Jungkook croaked, his throat raw and sand paper sounding after he dry heaved. After what felt like hours, he was finally done. There was nothing left in his stomach to bring up and if he tried, his stomach burns and the middle begins to hurt.
"Better?" Jimin chirped as he saw Jungkook was silent, leaning back on his feet. He felt relief wash over him once he nodded and smiled. "Good, you did good." He praised, ruffling his hair. "Let's get you up, your knees must be sore" He helped his younger brother up, flushing the toilet with a scrunched nose.
Jungkook slumped tiredly against Jimin, and then hauled himself to the sink where he grabbed his toothbrush. Jimin stood behind him, handing him the toothpaste. "That was pretty gross, by the way" he teased.
His brother shoved the toothbrush into his mouth, the sounds of the bristles brushing against his teeth filled the room before he stopped. Jungkook looked through the mirror and furrowed his brows.
"You're gross" He retorted and elbowed Jimin in his stomach.
Jimin laughed, doubling over when he took the hit to his stomach and coughs amidst his giggles. There may as well be steam coming out of Jungkook's ears as he glared, yet still it was entertaining as Jungkook continued. "Remember the night you came home drunk, you puked all over the bathtub and its walls. That was gross." He rinsed his mouth.
"And who had to clean all that? I did!" He sneered, tilting his head before shaking the water off his toothbrush on to his older brother's work shirt. Jimin's hands flew up to shield himself, sprinkles of water hitting his face. "Okay! Okay! I agree. I'm the gross one" He said before putting Jungkook in a headlock, holding onto him tightly and bright at the colour that was returning to his face for the night.
Vacation. Ah what a beautiful word. Especially after an amazing but stressful tour.
For a few weeks BTS are allowed to have free time, again after a few years. Without a camera or staff.
The members individually decided what to do. Some of them stayed home and used the time to relax. Then there are Jungkook and Jimin.
Those two decided to go on a trip to Jeju island. Just the two of them relaxing in the beautiful nature. But before flying to Jeju, they decided to take a short trip to Busan and visit their parents.
Instead of taking the train, Jungkook really wanted to use his new car and drive with that. Of course Jimin couldn’t help but complain about that, wanting to relax and not drive three hours.
So both decided to ask one of the managers to drive them. Which layer turns out to be a mistake.
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“Jungkookie~ we are running late! Usually it’s my fault and not yours. What are you doing??” Jimin whined, standing in the door frame of the youngers room and watching him search for something in his wardrobe.
“I’m looking for what to wear for the last few days! I have my casual clothes but I don’t really have anything nice picked out.” Jungkook mumbled distractedly, a small pout on his lips.
The youngest had always been a bit of a perfectionist, the situation never really mattered either. He always needed to give it his all, even if it was as simple as baking cookies.
Jimin sighed and walked over to the younger, lightly smacking the back of his head.
“You’re such a pain, kid.” He said as he looked through Jungkook's wardrobe. Picking a few clothes out of it and putting it neatly into the younger one's suitcase.
The good thing is that the older one knows exactly what Jungkook likes to wear and how he could stress himself out over the smallest things.
The smaller looked back at the taller one.
“Ready, you tall child?” Jimin teased as he ruffled through the youngers mint coloured hair.
“I think so..” Jungkook trailed off, distracted by Jimin’s actions. He quickly checked off his mental checklist before nodding as confirmation. “Yeah, I’m ready. Also, I’m not a child!”
“Yes you are!” Jimin laughed as he quickly rushed out of the younger one's room.
Knowing too well that Jungkook would get his revenge as soon as they’re in the car.
So Jimin grabbed his own luggage and quickly walked over to the car, putting it in the trunk and seating himself on the backseat.
Luckily they have one of those privacy screens between the back and front seat, so the manager wouldn’t bother them and they have their privacy.
Jimin could swear he forgot something, he checked his list but as soon as Jungkook entered the car, his thoughts stopped. Probably wasn’t anything important.
He looked up at the younger and put his most innocent smile on, blinking his eyes in hopes that Jungkook would be easy in his revenge.
Jungkook pouted a little at him. “At least I’m not short.” He huffed playfully, crossing his arms. Normally he stayed strong, but Jimin was his weakness. He could easily want to beat up or pick a fight with his hyungs in a playful manner, but he could never with Jimin.
“You’re short.” Jungkook repeated, holding back a giggle and trying to stay serious.
Jimin acted offended and shocked. Putting his hand over his heart. “Wow Jungkook. How can you get so personal?”
It stayed silent for a while until both of them broke into a laughing fit. Now it’s finally time to start their own little trip. And it will be a good one. At least that’s what they thought.
Until 20 minutes into the drive Jimin knew what he forgot. His medicine for motion sickness. It’s now sitting at home.. on the counter.. all alone.
How stupid could a person be? Forgetting their own medicine.
Jimin knew better than to forget that, he knew how horrible his motion sickness could get. For a moment he wanted to tell Jungkook and ask if they could turn around and get the pills. But he decided against it as he saw the bunny smile on the younger's lips as he looked out of the window, clearly excited. Jimin couldn’t destroy that peace.
He smiled fondly as he watched the younger.
How can such a brat be such an Angel? Jimin thought.
The smaller sighed to himself. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad this time and he would make it through the whole car ride without getting violently sick. After all, he doesn't feel any kind of symptoms right now. Maybe luck would be on his side today.
On occasion, Jungkook turned to Jimin to point out the interesting little things his eyes picked up on. Sometimes it would be a little field of flowers and other times it would be him pointing out nostalgic buildings. His and Jimin’s favorite cafe, an arcade, the McDonald’s that they got sick at one time.. it was funny how the littlest things had such big meaning.
“Jiminie look!” Jungkook exclaimed, pointing out an animal shelter. “I wanna adopt them all.” He pouted. “Jiminieeee can we get another dog pleaseeeee???”
Slowly, Jimin turned his gaze out of the window. Knowing that this may trigger his motion sickness. He looked over to the animal shelter. Smiling about the fact that Jungkook would like to help every animal in the world. Jimin is no different. He would too.
“I don’t think we can handle more than four dogs, Jungkook.” He chuckled
“But I’m sure we could ask at the shelter if we could walk some dogs for them in our free time?”
Jimin knew their free time was limited and there’s rarely a chance they would get to do that. But right now he doesn’t want to destroy the mood and just hopes he could please the younger with that.
The older vocalist tilted his head to look at the younger one. Noticing his eyebags. He must be tired. No wonder. He didn’t sleep the whole night, too excited for the trip. But Jimin also knew that Jungkook never sleeps in cars, always having a hard time to rest in them.
Jungkook noticed him looking up at him. The younger cocked his head at him with curiosity. “What is it, Hyung?” He smiled. He knew Jimin well, and he also knew that the face he was making was his “oh- that’s worrying” face.
“Is there something on my face??” He pulled out his phone to look in the front camera, turning his head at all angles to make sure he looked okay.
Jimin snorted. “Yes, your eye bags that make you look like a zombie. Didn’t you sleep?”
He knew the answer but he still wanted to hear it.
“Give me a break, I was too excited!” Jungkook whined playfully at him. It was true. Oftentimes when he was too excited or too nervous for something, it took him forever to fall asleep. Sometimes he even had to take medicine to help him sleep, but even then he’d often be awake until 4 am because his body still wouldn’t let him. At least it was out of excitement this time.
Jimin hummed understanding.
“So you want to try to sleep? You look exhausted.”
He knew the answer. Jungkook wouldn’t be able to. Not in the car, not like that. Jimin did know a way it would work out, but he also knew how stubborn the Maknae could get. So he wanted him to admit that he really is feeling exhausted. That would be a tough one. Even though he could already see Jungkook yawning.
“You know my shoulder is rather comfortable. That’s what Tae always says.” Jimin giggled.
“Well.. I could try, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. You know it’s impossible for me to in a car.” Jungkook sighed. “I’ll be okay.”
Jimin rolled his eyes. “Idiot.”
Without saying anything else he wrapped his arm around the younger waist and pulled him close. So now Jungkook's head was resting on the orders shoulder. Jimin could feel that Jungkooks body stiffened under the sudden skin ship.
His arm that was around the younger waist carefully took his arm and started drawing circles on it. That’s what Hoseok always did to Jimin when he had trouble falling asleep after getting sick in the car. He knew that Jungkook would eventually relax. At least he hopes so. He doesn’t want the Maknae to be all tired as soon as they arrive. He knew how devastating it would be for Jungkook to not enjoy every minute of their trip.
Sadly Jimin could feel that Jungkook was still stiff under his touch and didn’t relax one single muscle. Jimin knew why. The younger is probably flustered by the situation.
“It’s only awkward if you’re making it awkward.” Jimin murmured. His voice was soft, sounding comforting.
Jungkook’s eyes were widened with surprise, his cheeks red and his heart pounding. What was he supposed to do? Eventually, he found himself subconsciously relaxing under his hyung’s touch, trying to fight the urge to close his eyes. Soon, a wave of sleepiness overwhelmed him and his eyes began fluttering close. His breathing began evening out. He was falling asleep.
“Liar” Jimin grinned.
He was proud of himself. Being able to let the Makane fall asleep in a car was something one could be proud of. Honestly he was surprised that it worked. Actually he thought it wouldn’t and he would just have a tired and snappy Jungkook the whole car right. Luckily that wasn’t the case.
Now it was his turn to stare out of the window and enjoy the view a bit.
As Jungkook slept, the more relaxed he became. His arm landed onto the older’s lap and remained there for a bit before he shifted in his sleep. His arm snakes around his waist and he buried his face further into him. He’d never been able to sleep so peacefully during a car ride.
Jimin smiled softly as he watched the Maknae sleeping so peacefully. He pulled him just a little closer and continued to look out of the window.
Honestly he can feel his stomach acting up. There’s a slight discomfort sitting on the top of his stomach. A slight headache settling in.
Maybe it would go away. At least that’s what he wished for.
Around 40 minutes later Jimin knew his wish wasn’t granted. The uncomfortable feeling morphed into a painful one. Nausea settled deep in his stomach. His hands shaking and the dizziness only getting worse with each movement of the car. He could feel all the bumps of the road. Rocking his stomach contents back and forth. Jimin can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut. Sweat dripped down his brows.
Jungkooks arm around his waist is no longer a nice presence. The pressure feels too harsh in his stomach. Only making the nausea more known. A burp interrupted him, tasting sour. Jimin knew what was going on. He needs to wake Jungkook up. Quick.
But after the fifth time he tried to shake the younger awake to no avail, Jimin gave up. That wasn’t his best idea. Letting Jungkook, the heaviest sleeper among all of them, sleep in the car while he forgot to take his damn medicine. But the younger one looked so exhausted and tired. Jimin couldn’t help himself. But this is a price he’s willing to pay for the Maknae.
However, with a rather harsh bump the seatbelt and Jungkook's arm got pressed more into his stomach. Only now he knew how upset his stomach really is. He doesn’t even have the time to swallow down the sickness. Because suddenly he leaned forward with a gag and brown liquid rushed up his throat. Splashing directly onto Jungkooks lap, waking him up in the process. Normally Jimin would immediately apologise, but he couldn’t react that fast. All he was able to do was folding himself around his stomach and let the rush of sickness come up his throat. He was coughing and tears started to stream down his eyes. The sickness burning his throat. He needs to get out of here but the manager is still driving, not noticing what is going on due to the blind screen. He hopes that Jungkook isn’t mad at him, after all getting thrown up on isn’t very pleasant.
Jungkook didn’t even really process the fact that he had a pile of puke on his lap, too worried for his hyung. He was quick to rub his back, holding his hair back for him. He whimpered a little, anxious. He didn’t know what to do. “I-It’s okay hyungie-“ the maknae attempted to help him.
Jungkook looked around for something, anything he could use as a trash can. He couldn’t find anything, so he just continued rubbing his back with a worried pout.
The small vocalist gasped between heaves. Trying to get words out.
“S-stop the c-car..” he somehow managed to mumble between heaves.
By now Jimin’s hands were also soiled with sickness. But he couldn’t help but ignore that for the moment. He didn’t care. Not while feeling this sick.
Jungkook nodded and got the driver's attention to pull over. Once they did so, Jungkook carefully helped his hyung out of the car. Along the way, he whispered what he had hoped to be words of comfort. He always did his best to make sure he was doing all he could to help. He’d feel useless just standing aside and being.. well, useless.
As soon as they got out of the car Jimin hunched over, steadying himself with his hands on his knees while Jungkook tried to hold him up as much as possible. With another gag, clear liquid rushed up his throat, splashing on the street's asphalt. He gagged again, this time it was unproductive. Only spit hanging on his plump lips. There was nothing else in Jimin as he was left in dry gags. Not being able to calm down. He tried to take a few deep breaths in and out. Until he finally looked at the puddle of puke in front of him. He cringes at the sight.
His hands were soiled, actually his pants and some parts of his shirt too. Jimin just wiped off his hand on his pants, not caring since it’s already soiled.
He guided one of his own hands under his shirt and placed it on his upset stomach. The nausea is still there, but slowly calming down. The solid ground his standing on doesn’t make any movement. He’s still feeling dizzy though, but his mind no longer clouded.
He spit in the ground one more time, trying to get the disgusting taste out of his mouth.
Finally he looked up at Jungkook and saw his soiled pants.
“I’m sorry, Jungkook. I really didn’t mean to. I wanted to wake you up…but I felt so sick and-“ he sighed, the redness on his cheeks is the only colour that was left on the singer's face.
“Hey, hey..” Jungkook began, brushing his hair back. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it, okay? I needed a new pair anyway.” He laughed, hoping to lighten the mood. “I think I have some water.” He went to check his bag. Thankfully he brought a water bottle. He unscrewed the cap and he helped him sip the water. “Slowly.” He reminded.
Jimin nodded as he grabbed the bottle. Taking a few sips out of it. After that he took another sip to clean his mouth. At least some of the gross taste was out of his mouth now. He’s still feeling dizzy and weak though.
The older one looked over to the car, frowning.
“I’m sorry about your new car. It’s all soiled now. Your pants too..” he sighed
“Ahh I should really clean that up now.”
Jimin rubbed his neck in embarrassment. Only now really realising what was going on.
“No no no,” Jungkook wrapped an arm around him, gently rubbing up and down his arm. “We can take care of that later, you’re more important, okay? I’ll clean it up, you need to rest the best you can for now.”
Jungkook offered a small smile, hoping that he was being comforting enough. He was often a bit awkward and didn’t really know what to say, but he hoped he helped, even if it was just a little.
The older sighed. “I’m still sorry.”
Then he looked down to the younger ones soiled pants and grinned.
“Well I never liked those anyways.” He laughed.
“Well then, too bad! I’m going to replace them anyways.” Jungkook smirked triumphantly and chuckled. “You’ll just have to deal with it.”
Jimin chuckled “At least do wear the ones I bought you!”
“Maybe~” Jungkook giggled playfully. “Alright come on, you gotta rest.” He carefully helped Jimin back into the car, having him lean against him the same way that the older did for him earlier. He held him close, rubbing gentle circles on his back.
“Try to rest now, okay?” Jungkook whispered. He hoped that he did somewhat okay with taking care of his hyung. As he continued to hold him close, he could feel the older’s breathing begin to even out. He sighed in relief at that. “Get better soon, hyungie.”
to be fair, neither jimin nor jeongguk were really paying attention to the ingredients of the brownie. they’d been so hungry after the concert that they’d pretty much picked up whatever they could lay their hands on in the break room.
it’s one of their favorite things about concerts, having a large room behind the hall with a generous amount of food available for them to eat during breaks and after the show. besides, the plate of belgian chocolate brownies suiting in one of the break room tables was just begging to be eaten.
jeongguk and jimin have a lot of things in common. they’re born in busan, they enjoy drawing and dancing, they love sleeping, they love eating, and the most important one: they’re both allergic to walnuts.
walnuts, which happened to be in the brownie they’d eaten.
do they regret it? no, because the dessert was absolutely delicious and they’d eat it again anytime.
was it a big mistake? if you ask their now bloated bellies? yeah.
jeongguk’s stomach is swirling furiously, obviously angry about having to deal with the wretched walnuts. he’s currently sitting in his dorm room (having somehow survived the van ride back without any major problems) regretting his life decisions. he’s splayed out on the bed legs in either direction as his left hand massages his aching midsection. all he can think to himself is why. why me. i’m a good person.
unfortunately, his tummy doesn’t agree that he’s a good person. the angry organ rumbles in protest, sending another uncomfortable cramp through his insides. jeongguk groans inwardly, pressing his face against his pillow, hoping that the pain stops on its own.
and then suddenly, there’s a body on top of his.
“ggukie....my tummy hurts...” jimin mumbles into jeongguk’s t-shirt.
normally jeongguk wouldn’t mind having jimin laying on top of him. in fact, he loves it when the older boy snuggles with him. jimin is always warm and soft, a reason why all of bangtan love cuddling with him.
but right now, when his stomach is trying to jump out of his throat, jeongguk cannot bear the older’s weight on his body. plus it’s getting a bit hard to breathe, since jimin’s hair is tickling his nostrils.
“minnie hyung...air” the maknae wheezes, trying his best to gently push jimin off his body. the older boy rolls to the side, clutching his stomach in the same way jeongguk is doing himself.
he then takes a good look at the maknae, noticing how pale and sick the younger looks as well. “are you not feeling well either, bunny?” he asks softly.
jeongguk can’t really risk speaking and puking all over the bed, so he settles for nodding softly.
“what’s gotten us so sick?” jimin ponders, mostly to himself, “we ate the same food the rest of the boys ate, and they’re fine! taehyung took a second serving of each plate and seokjin hyung said he especially loved the walnut brownies-oh.”
jeongguk would have laughed because jimin is so cute when he abruptly realizes things. but his stomach has other ideas at the moment, and suddenly, he can taste bile at the back of his throat.
shit.
“h-hyungie...” jeongguk croaks, “m’gonna be s-“
jimin literally runs to grab the trash can in the corner of the room. he lugs it onto jeongguk’s lap as soon as the younger’s gags have begun turning into retches.
jeongguk promptly leans over the trash can and heaves a mouthful of sick into the bin.
in a flash, jimin forgets his pain, moving beside the maknae to rub his back as the poor thing continues retching.
jeongguk is absolutely miserable, tears leaking out of his eyes as he heaves wave after wave of vomit into the trash can.
“h-hyung...it hurts so much-“ jeongguk cries, but is interrupted by another wave of sick.
jimin kisses his dongsaeng’s temple. “i know, baby. just get it all up, okay? you’ll feel better, i promise.”
though jimin’s trying his best to be strong for jeongguk, his own stomach is rumbling relentlessly, and jimin knows that it won’t be long before he’s in the maknae’s position. he bites back a gag, concentrating on jeongguk to distract himself from the pain.
after what seems like forever, jeongguk sits back against the headrest of the bed, absolutely exhausted from the ordeal. his stomach feels better for the time being, too empty to make much of a commotion.
jimin, on the other hand, feels ten times worse.
not only is his stomach furiously churning, the sight (and smell) of puke in the bin is enough to bring a few sick sounding burps up out of his throat. jimin winces, feeling his mouth water, and dashes towards the bathroom. jeongguk, who’s a lot more alert at this point, promptly follows the older boy.
jimin leans over the rim of the toilet bowl, and jeongguk is beside his hyung immediately.
“ggukie, you should lie down.” jimin protests, turning away from the toilet, “i don’t want you to feel worse.”
“hyungie, i’ll feel worse if i’m not with you when you need me.”
despite himself, jimin blushes. “you’re too good to me, gguk-ah.”
before jeongguk can say anything else, a sick sounding belch escapes jimin, and he leans back over the bowl. another belch brings up a bit of sick, which the older boy spits into the toilet.
“g-gguk...this is really gross...you shouldn’t have to see your hyung like this.”
“hyungie, you just saw me throw up.” jeongguk says, “we’re both sick because of the same reason. plus, you took care of me, so let me be the hyung for once, and take care of you.”
at this, jimin’s eyes well up, and jeongguk’s heart breaks seeing how much pain the older boy is in.
“ggukie...i don’t want to throw up.” jimin’s lips are trembling, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. jeongguk knows how he feels, since he was in this exact state a few minutes ago.
he rubs the older boy’s back, the same way jimin had done for him. “i know, baby.” he says, “it’ll all be over soon, okay? i’m not going anywhere.” he says the last bit in busan satoori, hoping to calm jimin down as much as possible.
jimin visibly relaxes upon hearing the familiar dialect, but a violent dry retch escapes him. he gags into the toilet helplessly, groaning when nothing more seems to come up. jimin sobs, out of sickness, out of frustration, wanting nothing more than for the pain to just go away.
“shh, hyungie. it’ll be okay, i promise.” jeongguk presses a kiss to the crown of jimin’s head, rubbing his back gently.
finally, jimin’s stomach gives a jolt, sending a wave of brownish vomit up into the bowl. more tears leak out onto his cheek as he retches, bringing up more mouthfuls of sick.
“that’s it baby,” jeongguk encourages, “let it all out. you’re doing well.”
jimin heaves a few more waves of puke into the toilet, then leans back against jeongguk. the younger boy cradles his hyung in his arms, caressing his hair gently. “feeling any better, hyungie?”
“mm. better than before.” jimin says, “you?”
“same” jeongguk smiles, “that was definitely not how i expected my post concert evening to go.”
Tw: mentions of nausea, vom*****, stomach pain, emeto, antibiotics
Word count: 3716
(Basically, Jungkook pukes a lot and his band members soothe him)
(FYI, I imagine Jungkook being more around 19 years old in this, back when he was a little less bulky and without tattoos lmao)
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It's like Jungkook's body is purposely working against him. He'd just begun to feel better after getting proscribed some antibiotics for a stubborn case of strep throat. It was a pain to say the least. Especially when your job is to sing and perform, you kinda want your throat to not feel like it's being stabbed.
But that's not the worst part of course. Jungkook had been taking the medication for a couple days now, nothing concerning so far, in fact he'd been feeling brighter, finally. But now, Jungkook is tackling aggressive cramps and pains that will not leave his stomach alone. He knows antibiotics can make your tummy a little funny sometimes but 'funny' would be an understatement to what Jungkook's feeling right now.
I mean he's quite literally in the fetal position on his bed. "Kookie~ I made you some tea—" Seokjin walks into the younger's bedroom, a cup of honey lemon tea in his hands before he sees the alarming sight in front of him. "Jungkook? Oh my god—are you hurt?!" Seokjin abandons the cup and rushes over to his maknae. The whine that escapes his lips makes Seokjin's worry skyrocket. It was only a couple of hours ago Jungkook was playing games on his computer.
"What's wrong, baby?" Seokjin croons, brushing fingers through the latter's hair. "I'm so sleepy..." Jungkook moans, trying to further curl in on himself. "Sleep then, darling." Seokjin uses his large hands to try sooth the younger who seems very visibly uncomfortable. "I-I can't.. my stomach really hurts, hyungie.." Jungkook sucks in his bottom lip, a cramp wreathing it's way through his middle—ouch that hurt. Jungkook thought medicine was supposed to make you feel better, not feel like this.
Seokjin frowns, concerned creases lining his forehead. Jungkook was just starting to feel better, too. "Aw Kookie.. It's probably your antibiotics that are making you feel this way. Do you feel sick? Sometimes the medicine doesn't go well with your tummy and it makes you feel a little uneasy." Seokjin tuts in sympathy. He's definitely their golden maknae, who can never do things by halves.
"Mmh—hyung...." Poor baby, Jungkook can't even get a full sentence out so he opts to nod vigorously. He feels so sick. Jungkook does not want to move, if he moves, his stomach hurts, if he doesn't move, there's a 90% chance he'll vomit all over the bed. Jungkook doesn't like either of options. God, he wishes he could time travel and go back to when he didn't feel like this. "Does it feel like you're going to throw up?" Seokjin prays it's not the case, but the head-strong maknae showing his pain so openly makes it seem like the inevitable is going to happen.
Jungkook wants to cry at the thought, but again he nods and wraps his arms even tighter around his stomach. "Aish—can somebody come help!-" Seokjin calls out hoping to grab the attention of one of his dongsaengs. Luckily, an innocent Taehyung was in the kitchen and speed walks over at the alarming tone of Seokjin's voice. "Hyung?! Oh god–what's wrong with Jungkookie?" Taehyung's eyes are wide with worry as he observes the scene in front of him.
"Taehyung-ah, can you please get Jungkook a bowl or bucket or something? He's feeling sick." Seokjin pets Jungkook's hair, seeing the way his lip quivers and toes curl in pain. Taehyung's heart drops for his only dongsaeng but he quickly rushes to fetch a large bowl from the kitchen. His socks slip on the wood flooring and he enters the youngest' bedroom to see his hyung ushering Jungkook to sit up. "It h-hurts, hyung.." Jungkook cries, palming his middle as he tries to hold back his puke.
Taehyung holds the bowl under Jungkook's chin, keeping his brown bangs out the way. "I know baby, I know you feel bad. Let it out. We're right here." Seokjin says then peppers a kiss to Jungkook's temple, taking Jungkook's hand from his stomach to hold it instead. He hangs his head over the bowl, swallowing down the burn in his throat. Jungkook feels his stomach sloshing and churning, no doubt throwing a fit.
"I'm sorry you feel so bad, Kookie.." Taehyung murmurs, rubbing along Jungkook's spine as the boy jolts forward with a smothered gag. It's not long till puke sprays between Jungkook's lips, he heaves with a painful retch and coughs when vomit catches his throat. Mouthfuls of Jungkook's lunch is sent to its new home inside the bowl and the action brings out tears. "Ow—hyungies, I-I don't like this.." Jungkook whimpers, dipping his head back in the bowl as he throws up again. His stomach clenches hard, clearly still irritated. "It's okay Kook-ah, you're doing so so well, baby." Seokjin encourages.
Taehyung's brows pull together as he rubs Jungkook's hunched back and sees the boy's shaky hand pressed to his middle, gripping Seokjin's hand tightly with the other. "Aigoo, our Jungkookie is feeling poorly but is staying so strong." Taehyung comments. Jungkook's throat aches from the effort and more sick comes out of him. A string of saliva hangs from his lip and the older two can see tears falling into the almost-full bowl.
Jungkook's inhales are shaky and he moans between each one, he's still got more in him and he's worried that the temporary bowl won't be enough. Seokjin must be thinking the same thing because he eyes the receptacle nervously. Jungkook could barely sit up, let alone move to the bathroom. Jungkook swallows and swallows, trying to ease his burning throat and stop vomiting. "Ah, Kookie, don't do that, love." Seokjin squeezes Jungkook's hand and uses his thumb to rub along the back of it.
Jungkook's attempts to stop only result in hiccups that make him jolt and bring up a sour taste. They give him heartburn and make his nausea spike. Taehyung finds the chirpy hiccups kind of cute but he wishes his best friend would feel better. Jungkook looses his battle and his body forces up more puke that splashes into the other liquid in the bowl. Some specks of it fly out with the force and Seokjin realises the trouble they're in.
"Tae could you grab something else? This bowl isn't gonna cut it for long." Seokjin asks and Taehyung hands the bowl over to Seokjin before he leaves to grab anything else they could put under Jungkook's chin. Seokjin rests the bowl on the bed sheets when Jungkook seems to get a break, taking in breaths through his nose and out his mouth. "Ugh—hyung m'gonna be sick again—" Jungkook clamps a hand to his mouth, he doesn't want to make a mess, he'd rather suffer.
Seokjin looks to the bowl, then to Jungkook. Yeah there's no way the bowl can fit more without making a bigger mess. So with quick thinking, Seokjin cups his hands near Jungkook's mouth and the younger's eyes widen. He is not about to throw up in his hyungs bare hands. Welp, turns out he is because next thing he knows, Jungkook spews up a watery wave Into. His. Bare. Hands. Seokjin doesn't seem bothered, or if he is he doesn't show it. "It's okay, bun. Let it out." Seokjin keeps his hands cupped as Jungkook coughs harshly, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Jungkook thanks the lord when Taehyung comes running back with a small bin, he hugs it and buries his face into it. God he's humiliated. Taehyung is very surprised himself when he sees that Seokjin literally caught Jungkook's puke. "Go wash your hands, hyung. I got him, don't worry." Taehyung takes Seokjin's spot, rubbing and patting Jungkook's back. Jungkook's breaths are shallow in the bin and Taehyung partly thinks that he's just trying to hide from them out of embarrassment. Poor baby.
True to the matter, the boy immerses from the bin and sniffles, using his sleeve in attempt to wipe the tears away. "I'm sorry, hyung—I'm such a-a mess.." Jungkook sobs, looking down shamefully. "Ay, Kookie. Don't be sorry, it's not your fault you're sick." Taehyung sweeps back Jungkook's hair and tilts his chin up with his finger. Looking into his big doe eyes, Taehyung presses a kiss to his forehead.
Seokjin's eyes get a little misty at the scene in front of him, neither boys have realised his presence but he walks over to them and doesn't miss Jungkook's fearful eyes as he looks at him. "H-hyung—I tried to h-hold it in. I'm really s-sorry—" Jungkook bursts into tears again and Seokjin almost does the same. The maknae was worried that Seokjin would be mad at him. "Nono, baby. I'm not mad, I promise. You don't need to apologise. Come here, love." Seokjin takes the boy into his arms after Taehyung moved the bin and bowl out the way.
"Are you still feeling sick, Jungkookie?" Seokjin asks as the younger buries himself further into the crook of his neck. Jungkook doesn't want to talk about his tummy right now, but replies nonetheless. "I think m'done but my belly still hurts, hyung." Jungkook says, hand to his stomach as if proving his point. "Okay, how about we move to the couch and watch a movie or something, hm? It might take your mind off it. I'm sure Taehyungie is up for some cuddles too." Seokjin smiles, eyeing the second youngest.
"Piggy back me there?" Jungkook looks up at Seokjin who purses his lips. "I'll get Namjoon-ah to do that, he's stronger than me." Seokjin grins, "let me take this and clean it out, then I'll send Namjoon over here." Seokjin adds, taking the puke bowl and leaving the bin, seeming Jungkook hasn't thrown up in it. Seokjin takes it to their laundry room and empties and washes it out in the big sink before washing his hands once more.
"Joon-ah?" Seokjin stands in the door frame of the leader's bedroom. The younger turns around in his swivel chair, taking his headphones off. "Yeah, hyung? Do you need help with something?" Namjoon asks, noticing the stressed crease between the oldest' eyebrows. "Yeah.. it's Jungkookie, I'm fairly sure it's to do with his antibiotics but his stomach flared up and— he was vomiting. Alot." The leader frowned worriedly, "Taehyungie and I were comforting him and whatnot, he's better now but he wants a piggy back to the couch, I thought you'd be up for the job if you don't mind." Seokjin continues.
"Oh—yeah of course, hyung. Are you sure he's alright?" Namjoon is already blaming himself for not being there, typical Namjoon. "Mhm, poor thing was apologising because he had to throw up in my hands. This kid will be the death of me, but God, he's adorable." Seokjin tuts and Namjoon's brows raise at the earlier statement but doesn't hesitate to agree, their youngest is so cute.
The two walked into Jungkook's room, the youngest huddled in Taehyung's lap. "Hey Kook, I was told somebody needed a lift to the couch." Namjoon grins down at the youngest, taking in his pale features and shaky hand cradling his middle. "Good thing I've been working out at the gym, huh Jungkook?" Namjoon shows dimples, trying not to quell on how bad Jungkook might be feeling.
The youngest is manoeuvred onto Namjoon's back and he imidiantly feels better in the leader's presence. Jungkook still feels his stomach cramping and the ride to the couch does make it worse and he can't bite back the groan that leaves his mouth. "You okay, bunny?" Namjoon says, trying to walk as steadily as possible. "Mhm.." Jungkook mumbles and not long after he is placed on the couch, blanket being handed to him and Taehyung already beside him.
Seokjin places the small bin within arms reach and leaves to fetch some water. Taehyung gathers the maknae into his arms and Namjoon turns on the tv to start playing iron man. "Joonie-hyung? Can you come here too?" Jungkook requests, and who is Namjoon to ignore that. "Of course, Kookie." Namjoon smiles fondly and joins in on the cuddles, pulling one of their throw blankets over them.
Seokjin comes back with a bottle of water, sitting down beside Taehyung. "Jungkookie, try drink this throughout the movie, I don't want you to get dehydrated." Seokjin offers the bottle and Namjoon helps Jungkook take a few small sips.
They put their focus on the movie, despite having already seen it at least 10 times. Taehyung is giving Jungkook some light tummy rubs and Namjoon plays with the youngest hair, Seokjin's peering over at them all evey now and then. It's around halfway through the movie, Jungkook drank 3/4 of the water and Jimin, Yoongi and Hoseok walk through the door.
The rap duo was at the recording studio and wanted Jimin's vocals for the song. "Iron Man again?! Agiooooo~ how's my Jungkookie doing? Throat feeling better?" Hoseok sing songs his way to the couch, unaware of Jungkook's newfound pains. Jimin is toeing his shoes off before joining the lead dancer in the living room. Yoongi is putting his bags away somewhere else.
Seokjin clicks his tongue, already knowing how sad they're gonna be when they find out about their maknae's tummy issues. Jungkook smiles slightly at Jimin and Hoseok, curling into Taehyung and hiding some of his face in the blanket. "Awe, bunny, you've gone all shy, huh? Want me to tell them or do you want to explain?" Taehyung asks, speaking in a quiet tone for the boy.
With the tv paused, the two dancers notice somethings a little off. Jimin spots the bin beside the couch and hopes it's not for the worst. Jungkook can only shake his head, gripping Namjoon's hand for comfort. Gosh this is so embarrassing.
"Kook-ah hasn't been feeling too hot the past couple hours... he's had a slight reaction to the antibiotics he was taking for his strep throat." Taehyung explains and now Yoongi's made his way over, confused about the commotion. "Jungkook's tummy is acting up and causing him to throw up and feel sick. His stomach cramps are also pretty bad too.." Taehyung continues.
The three of them all have mirrored looks of worry and their eyes a little wide. Their maknae had been so sick and they weren't there to care for him? Jimin's heart is crushed, he's always been a very empathetic person and can't help but walk over to cup Jungkook's cheeks. Jimin pressed a kiss into his hair and Yoongi eyed Seokjin who returned a sad look.
Hoseok gets chills at the thought of Jungkook being that sick, he was just recovering from a virus for fricks sake!! "Kookie..... I'm so sorry baby, it's not fair you feel like this." Hoseok coos as he makes grabby hands to the maknae. Hoseok happily holds Jungkook in a gentle hug, it's true he can smell the faintest traces of puke but that doesn't bother him.
"Have you drank some water, Kook?" Yoongi asks, ready to go raid his medicine stash for something to help their poor Jungkook. "Mhm, but I'm starting to feel sick again, so I can't drink anymore.." Jungkook replies, worried they'll be disappointed. Namjoon still has hold of Jungkook's hand and he cards fingers through Jungkook's hair with the other.
"That's okay Kook, do you still want to watch the movie?" Namjoon offers a small smile to the younger who peers up at all his hyungs. Jungkook nods his head and Seokjin unpauses the tv and the other members gather to watch the movie, Jimin sitting on the floor in front of Jungkook.
They resume the movie and Taehyung places a hand on Jungkook's middle, looking at him for permission. Jungkook nods multiple times—god he'd kill for someone to rub his tummy, with the way it's contracting and sending him flashes of pain. It's just not the same doing it himself.
Taehyung traces soothing circles with his long fingers and uses his palm to create warmth. Jungkook is distracted for a good amount of time, struggling to keep up with the movie even if it is his favourite. Seokjin can't help but worry more when he sees that Jungkook's face is still pale and tired looking.
"I'm worried, Yoongi-ah. He was throwing up so much and couldn't even move to the bathroom." Seokjin whispers to Yoongi sitting next to him. The rapper places a comforting hand on the eldest back. "Don't worry too much, it's probably just the antibiotics messing with him. They take a while to go through your system but he should be okay in a couple days." Yoongi whispers back, also glancing at the youngest.
Speaking of whom, Jungkook is fairly sure the action movie is adding to his nausea. All the chaotic scenes and flashing colours is prompting the sick feeling in his gut. Taehyung's hand seems to be stirring up the water he choked down and the cramps are back with vengeance. Namjoon notices the younger seems uncomfortable and his palm is sweating.
"..Hyung, stop please.." Jungkook places a hand on Taehyung's and he pauses his gentle ministrations. "What's wrong, Kookie?" Taehyung tilts his head to look the younger in the eyes. Seokjin and everyone else has caught onto the youngest' distress and paused the movie.
Jimin turns around to see a pale Jungkook with a hand to his stomach. Seokjin leaps off the couch towards the maknae. Jungkook's got his eyes screwed shut but opens them when he hears his eldest hyung. "Jungkook, baby, are you feeling sick again?" Seokjin cups his cheek. Jungkook nods sadly and points to the bin on the floor. Jimin passes it hastily, Namjoon helping hold it for Jungkook.
Jungkook feels all 6 pairs of eyes on him and it makes him tear up a little. He's worrying them. Jungkook has his chin over the bin and looks up at Seokjin. "I want to be with y-you, Jin-hyung.." Jungkook stammers, breathing through his nose as his stomach doesn't leave him alone.
Seokjin's eyes soften, Namjoon is already standing up, gathering the other members. "That's okay Kookie, feel better." Hoseok pets Jungkook's hair, "I'll call you guys if I need help, I promise." Seokjin imidiantly takes up a spot next to Jungkook, rubbing his back as Jungkook stares into the bin. Goosebumps prickle the younger's skin as a twist in his stomach leaves him moaning out in pain.
It makes Seokjin's heart break and he's sure the others would've heard. "How can I help, baby? Tell me." Seokjin holds Jungkook's hair back and gently rubs his back. "J-just stay, p-please." Jungkook gulps down a thick layer of saliva in his mouth. He feels so sick yet his body won't throw up. Seokjin uses an elastic band on his wrist to tie back Jungkook's hair that falls just above his eyes.
Seokjin can see Jungkook jolting forward only for nothing to happen and can hear the pained noises that follow. "P-pat my back?—I can't th-throw up.." Jungkook can feel the warmth in his upper stomach but it just doesn't want to let up. "Of course, just relax. I know how bad you must feel." Seokjin tuts, lightly patting Jungkook's back as requested.
Jungkook cups his middle and a cough turns into a wet gag and Jungkook spits out some saliva. One more gag after that and a horrible cramp, Jungkook pukes up some water. It's acidic tasting and burns, it goes on for 5 or 6 productive retches. Seokjin massages the nape of Jungkook's neck and continues caressing his spine.
The sounds of the youngest being sick is enough for Seokjin to get worried, Jungkook's knuckles are white against the bin as he grips onto it. Jungkook doesn't know if the nausea or stomach pain is worse, all he knows is that he wants to get swallowed up by the floor. He tries to focus on Seokjin's hand, now rubbing circles on his back, but his stomach gurgles angrily.
Jungkook sucks in a breath, waiting for the retch but then nothing happens and he deflates like a balloon. "Hyung...." Jungkook moans, body leaning into the eldest. "It's okay, it's okay. Rest now, Kookie." Seokjin strokes Jungkook's hair, moving the bin onto the floor and then taking Jungkook's hands into his. They're shaky and clammy, Seokjin hopes he's going to start feeling better.
"I'm sorry you're so sick, sweetheart. It's no fair." Seokjin coos, even Jungkook feels sorry for himself. Seokjin coddles the maknae until the slow tears eventually stop falling. "How about we go to bed and check on the others?" Seokjin suggests, looking down at the youngest who seems to have gained some colour in his cheeks.
Jungkook nods, still holding one of Seokjin's hands and grabbing a fistful of his shirt with the other. "Come on then, I'll help you." Seokjin stands up, taking Jungkook with him. Jungkook cries a little, stomach still sensitive about movement. "You okay?" Seokjin worries that Jungkook is going to throw up again but he reassures with a nod.
"Mm, just hurts a lil.." The two walk down the hall into Jungkook's room, to find all the members inside, either sitting on the floor or the bed, chatting quietly amongst themselves. Their eyes brighten upon seeing the youngest and hyung, "Kookiee~ are you feeling better, bunny?" Taehyung practically bounces over to him, already petting his hair.
"Yeah, I feel okay, V-hyung..." Jungkook puts on his best smile, given his condition and then Seokjin helps him into bed. Hoseok adjusts the pillows and Yoongi makes sure to tuck the boy in. Jimin and Namjoon have similar looks of concern but Jungkook sends them small smiles to ease them. "Thank you hyungs for taking care of me.." Jungkook mumbles, peering up at the 6 of them.
"Always, Kook-ah. Your hyungs are always here to help." Namjoon grins, and just like that the rest of the maknae line crawl into bed and sandwich Jungkook. He seems content about it so Yoongi lays off on a lecture. "We love you, bunny. Now get better, please. You're giving me wrinkles." Seokjin smiles, tapping the tip of Jungkook's nose.
Okayyy so I kinda got bored and ended up writing another Jungkook sickfic but it's based on this clip from the 2018 LY:SY tour in London when Jungkook had to sit out because he hurt his ankle.
And I saw another clip backstage with Jimin saying that when he looked back and saw Jungkook he thought he was throwing up—so I decided to make it come true and write it as a fic :D
Sick on Stage ~ (sick JK)
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Sick: Jungkook
Caretakers: BTS, mainly Jimin
Word count: 1133
Tw: mentions of nausea, vom*****, public illness (kind of), swearing (minor)
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Jimin smiled at the crowd, running a hand through his silver blonde hair. They had just finished 'So What' and their British fans were loving it. The lights of the stage dimmed before 'Anpanman' started playing through the speakers. Jimin scanned the area before his eyes landed upon Jungkook, his head down and back facing them. Shit.
Jimin imidiantly jogged over to Jungkook, the poor maknae looked like he was about to throw up from Jimin's perspective. Jimin prayed that he was okay and just a little emotional. Jimin finally got to Jungkook, kneeling down in front of him. Jungkook's hands were over his face, and he looked a little panicked.
"Jungkook-ah, are you okay?!" Jimin asked over the loud noises, taking his in-ear out to hear Jungkook properly. The poor thing could only shake his head, he removed his hands and Jimin could see tear stains on his cheeks and his abnormally pale skin. "Is it your ankle?" Jimin asks, the longer they're like this the more attention Jungkook is going to get, and in this situation that is not a good thing.
Jungkook feels sick. He doesn't know why but he just felt overwhelmed, upset and now nauseous. Jungkook tries to gesture but eventually he chokes out, "Feels like I'm gonna be sick, hyung-" Jungkook hates to think that there are thousands of Armys right behind him, worrying. Jimin curses under his breath, he grabs a towel and water from the little basket placed beside Jungkook. Jimin gives him a towel, "if you think you're going to throw up try do it in this, but take some deep breaths and try having some water." Jimin looks up at the younger, trying not to show his worry too much.
By now Taehyung has strolled by, noticing the tense energy around Jungkook. Jimin stands and walks over to his fellow 95 liner. "Jungkook feels sick, like he's about to throw up. Could you cover Jungkook's part, please?" Jimin says into Taehyung's ear, who nods firmly, sneaking a glance back at the maknae.
Taehyung waits for Seokjin's part to finish before starting his own, singing while simultaneously walking in Namjoon's direction. Speaking of the leader, his head whips around when Taehyung starts Jungkook section of the song, eyes already trailing to the youngest. He sees Jimin with him, Jungkook's back to the crowd. Somethings wrong. Namjoon interacts with the fans up until Taehyung finishes Jungkook's lines and Jimin starts singing.
"What's wrong with Jungkook, Tae?" Namjoon asks, "he feels bad, like throwing up bad." Taehyung says, smiling and lip syncing to Yoongi's part to not draw too much attention. "I'll let a staff know to give us a break before the show ends. Thanks Tae." Namjoon smiles, walking off.
Jimin's face scrunches with worry as Jungkook's cough morphs into a gag but the younger plays it off by dabbing at his eyes with a towel. "Deep breaths, Kookie, Namjoon is sorting something out." Jimins says, having noticed the short interaction between the leader and Taehyung. Jimin moves away from Jungkook, bouncing around and waving to fans but he can't help noticing how the fans send worried looks over to Jungkook. With Yoongi's done and Namjoon's part over Jimin starts singing again, walking towards the thrust stage.
Taehyung replaces Jimin and stays by Jungkook's side while Jimin is singing and covering for Jungkook's second and third part. Speaking of whom, he's got tears gliding down his cheeks, he feels horrible, physically and mentally. His stomach is rolling dangerously and on top of that, he can't even sing or perform like he's supposed to.
"Ahh, Jungkookie, it's okay. The song's almost done." Taehyung attempts to comfort, ruffling the boy's hair. Taehyung doesn't miss when Jungkook has his lips sealed into a thin line, elbows resting on his knees as he curls in on himself. Namjoon's worry fades the slightest as the music ends, "we'll be back Army!!!" Namjoon says into the microphone, the lights dim and the members make their way backstage. The staff are prepared for emergencies like this and play their usual BTS ads and music videos while the members have a 5 minute break.
Taehyung wraps an arm around Jungkook's waist while he holds a towel to his mouth, still tearing up. Backstage is chaos, the other members now know what's going on and are worried, to say the least, staff are talking to each other loudly and Jungkook is gagging.
The members get put in a dressing room, big enough and away from most of the noise, Jungkook gets given a bag and sat down on a couch with Jimin. He's actively sobbing, mumbling broken words in between. "Shh, it's okay Jungkookie, calm down." Jimin holds the bag steady, the maknae doesn't have enough time to retaliate because he's cut off by vomit. His middle clenches and he heaves painfully, mouthful after mouthful leaving him.
Seokjin, Yoongi and Hoseok are firing questions to Namjoon, almost worried sick like their youngest is. "I almost th-threw up inf-front of the fans—" Jungkook cries, he wishes he didn't feel like shit and he wishes that he could dance like the rest of them. "Aish, baby you're working yourself up. They'll understand, don't worry Kook-ah." Seokjin now butts in, taking a seat on the other side of Jungkook.
The youngest imidiantly leans into the older, letting himself be kissed on the head and hugged gently. Jimin hands the vomit bag to Yoongi and cleans up Jungkook's face with a new towel. Jungkook's breathing is shallow and shaky but eventually he's not sobbing and not throwing up. "Kookie.. what's got you so sick and upset, baby?" Hoseok asks, pet names slipping left right and centre as he bends down in front of the maknae.
Jungkook nods and Jimin wipes a few more tears away. "Does your tummy feel better, Jungkookie?" Taehyung pouts, worried for his only dongsaeng. "Yeah, thank you, hyungs." Jungkook gives them all a teary smile. "No worries, Kook-ah, now let's finish off this show, huh?" Seokjin grins at the youngest, planting one final kiss on the crown of his hair.
"I-I just– got overwhelmed and m-my ankle—I wanted to b-be able to sing a-and dance like you guys..." Jungkook explains, he can see stylists starting to enter the room to fix up their hair and make-up so he knows they don't have much time left. "Aish, our golden maknae, huh? Always wanting to put on the best show for Army!" Hoseok smiles. "Jungkook-ah, the fans will understand, they're just happy to see you in real life. You're their idol, Kookie. They don't mind if you can't dance or sing. We can hear their screams from here, that's how happy they are." Yoongi adds, and Namjoon couldn't sum that up better than he did.
A/n: Y'all I realised there's really not enough pregnant Jungkook on here with Jikook ofc I'm a sucker for them lately. Anyway, sorry for the crappy ending, enjoy!
TW: Emeto, Mpreg
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"You alright babe?" Jimin rasps, leaning up so he was perching on his elbow as he squints his eyes where he could make out a faint figure of Jungkook half climbing; hauling himself onto the bed under the early greys of the morning.
"Mhmm," Jungkook hums quietly for a response, grimacing at the acid like texture in his throat that he was left with after throwing up. It was raw and strained, and Jungkook didn't like it one bit. He huffs and slips a hand under his shirt to hold on to his pudgy stomach, for two reasons. It was pushing past the waistline of his sweats from how bloated he was, after expelling the contents of his stomach routinely which tires him out endlessly and he wants to rip his insides out.
But Jungkook decides to be forgiving, because he's a few weeks into carrying the beautiful baby that he and Jimin had always dreamed about having. The pair had spent days and nights, with Jimin's head on Jungkook's torso as they both squabbled about how they'd raise their child way back in the boyfriend phase. (“One baby with your short genes, one with my tall genes and my good looks, how's that sound?" "Yah!") Jungkook reminds himself that it was all gonna be worth it in the end, it's always worth it. He imagines just how bright Jimin's eyes were to get once their baby was here, if it wasn't bright enough when Jungkook told him the news of his pregnancy; he fears he'd metaphorically go blind from his joy.
"I've just been sick." He murmurs, leaning back onto the headboard. Jungkook slouches, the energy sucked out of his bones as he shuts his eyes to hopefully regroup himself.
Jimin hums in acknowledgement, more awake now that he was aware of his husband's strife and leans over to press a generous kiss to his forehead. He wasn't going to let the younger deal with it alone, though the ones he accidentally sleeps through he's always up and at his service when needed and to smother him in love for afterwards.
"I thought you were gonna. I could hear your tummy all night going squelch squelch" He mumbles playfully, hoping it would lighten the dreadful atmosphere. Jimin places a hand on Jungkook's stomach and begins to rub circles into it, hoping it would ease him some.
The latter's abs had begun to disappear and his stomach was slightly dome shaped from the swell he had, his skin was softer and squishier the closer he gets to the second trimester and Jimin couldn't keep his hands off of Jungkook. In his defense, his husband looked adorable pregnant, he adored the sight so much and loved the tiny being to bits already.
"Shut up Chim, listening to you is making me wanna vomit again" Jungkook groans, shifting on the mattress so he could get comfortable and pressing a fist to his lips as he feels his stomach fizzle up and an airy burp escape from his lips.
Jimin pouts, he begins carding through Jungkook's soft purple hair. "Still feel bad? Aren't you supposed to feel better after bringing everything up?" He questions, his heart clenching as he watches Jungkook's face begin to pale and paint a tinge of green.
Jungkook shrugs. "Dunno about that hyung, I don't feel better at all. I feel queasy" He admits, he'd learnt to vocalize to the older about how he felt; if he doesn't it's gonna end up with another one of Jimin's shirts in the wash, trust he's been there and learnt his lesson.
"My baby…" Jimin coos softly, propping up next to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He keeps his fingers in Jungkook's hair, looking down at him and kissing the crown of his head as he slowly scratches his scalp. He holds the younger tighter when he stiffens and moans, his brows furrowing from the pain and havoc the nausea was causing in Jungkook's stomach from how he nuzzles his nose into Jimin's chest. "It's one of those days huh? Crackers and water, maybe some ginger ale if we feel less stubborn. How long does lil' bean plan to keep you sick for anyways?"
"That feels nice..." Jungkook mumbles out, relaxing a little. Jimin's soft yet aimless conversations helped keep him distracted, and so were his gentle touches they did a great job in lulling him to sleep.
Speaking of which, Jungkook is just about to drift into dreamland in the comfort of Jimin's arms when his stomach churns again. He feels a splash of bitter bile in the back of his throat, almost like the residue of sick that was still sitting at his throat from earlier. He almost sits upright, clenching his throat and covering his mouth as he belches. It catches Jimin's attention.
"Jungkookie, Jungkookie" Jimin says in a haste, cursing under his breath as he looks around for anything Jungkook to spew in without jostling his stomach too much. His eyes drawing back to the younger one in worry when he next hears a wet gag which meant he couldn't hold on any longer now that his hand was leaving his mouth.
Jimin looks around and finds the glass bowl he had on his side table which Jungkook had brought him months back, he sighs in relief. It was stashed with a bunch of sweets and random bits that he's quickly dumping out. He snags it up and under Jungkook's chin, straightening up with him and clicking his tongue when Jungkook whines and protests.
"It's okay, Jungkookie it's okay, do it here. In here babe, I'll clean it don't worry. It's just a bowl" He assures softly, lowering it slightly so it wasn't right in his face as he slowly massages the back of his neck.
Jungkook whimpers, feeling his stomach slosh and his muscles tense as he wraps an arm around his middle. He barely registers Jimin turning the lamp on before he's disgorging a stream of vomit into the bowl.
He pants and grunts, jolting with a hiccup. His breath gets caught in his throat and he gags, coughing and spluttering before more chunky liquid is brought up which splashes into the bowl. Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, just the fact that it looked so much like his dinner still sent his stomach into another wheel.
"That's it, let it out Kookie, my sweet boy." Jimin hums, digging under the sick man's shirt and rubbing up and down his arched back. He grimaces when Jungkook retches again, throwing up even more which makes his heart ache.
"You're doing well bun, I'm so proud of you. Keep going until you feel like you've finished" He encourages, kissing his shoulder and pulling him closer before pausing when Jungkook sobs.
"H-hyung…" Jungkook chokes out, hiccuping as fat tears roll down his rosy and embarrassed cheeks. Usually, he's never one to cry so easily but pregnancy hormones had him spiralling into a pouty and emotional wreckage in a flash. Something was gnawing at him.
"Jungkookie" Jimin whispers so he didn't startle him, stroking his hair back as he listened.
"W-why this bowl… I got you it f-for our anniversary!" Jungkook cries out making Jimin flinch, his mouth wide in realisation now that Jungkook's refusal to puke earlier was because he didn't want to do it in such a meaningful, meaningful bowl. He forgot Jungkook was so peculiar about the little things.
"Y-you could've gotten-" Jungkook hiccups. "A-another bowl o-or the trashcan. I w-worked so hard to get you this. Do you know how much it cost me on our holiday? N-now I've been sick in it i-it's all ruined I fucking h-hate you" He rambles, in the spur of his overriding emotions he misses Jimin's amused expression.
"Cute" He murmurs under his breath with a quiet chuckle, wiping his tears with his sleeve. "I'm sorry. I'll clean it up, squeaky clean and good as new. You won't even remember that you've been sick in it. I'm serious!" Jimin's voice raises a pitch as Jungkook looks at him unconvinced, his doe eyes still holding tears.
"Gimmie a kiss" He giggles, crawling forward while moving the bowl away as Jungkook groans loudly and scrunches his nose and tilts his head back. "A-ah ew no I've literally- Jimin I just puke-" He stammers, pursing his lips as Jimin eventually steals a kiss from him.
His tears were dry now, the fit subsided and it was only laughter and giggles together even if Jungkook's morning was off to a rough start Jimin always made it better.
