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."
hello, do you by any chance accepting request? if yes, can i request pregnant jimin go through a hard morning sickness, where he keeps throwing up throughout the day, something like that? with caretaker seokjin
thank you!
A/N: Here you go! This is a collab with the lovely @sicjimin who I love so much. Honestly amazing they are. We tried our best, let us know if you'd like more!
TW: graphic descriptions of vomit, mpreg
Sickie: Jimin, Caretaker: Seokjin
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Jimin knows something is wrong when he falls asleep, but after a tiring day at work he wants nothing but to snuggle up to Seokjin. So he does, only to find himself stirring again. It's 3:17 in the morning, theoretically. But it's still dark outside. Jimin feels queasy, which is weird. Maybe the notion of morning sickness is finally coming to life. He slowly pulls back the covers, assessing the urgency of the situation. By the time he's standing, there's a lot of saliva in his mouth and he's rushing to the nearest bathroom, ready to be sick.
"Minnie...?" Seokjin stirs—squinting his sleepy eyes to watch someone that was beside him rushing and opening the bathroom door in quick motion. He looks at the clock.
3.17 AM .. not even 2 hours passed after they both fell asleep. He's about to grunt for being awakened in such early hours, but the annoyance died quickly when he heard a long belch from the bathroom.
He snaps his head, meeting with a figure of his boyfriend bent over the toilet with liquid pouring out from his mouth.
"Shit", he curses, scrambling to get out of the bed and quickly joining the latter.
"Jiminie.. love", he murmurs, his right hand holding the younger waist while the other massaging his nape as Jimin heaves once again. "What happened?" He asks through his tired gaze.
Jimin doesn't answer, spitting before he's overwhelmed with nausea again and his throat feels bitter. "I don't know.." He answered, his stomach is doing flips. "I think it's morn'-" he quietly burps behind his fist, continuing. "-morning sickness" He breathes heavily, gagging once more before throwing up again.
Seokjin's worried frown turns into a fond one. He chuckles quietly as he tightens his grip on his boyfriend's waist when he sways forward with one particularly harsh retch, "Oh, it's starting hm?"
Jimin gives a nod. "Feels horrible" his lips part as another wave of vomit gurgles out of him and he pants. Squeezing his eyes shut as his throat burns, some might've travelled up his nose cause that burns too.
"I'm sorry love, but i'm afraid you're gonna experience this for the next months", Seokjin hums, moving his hand to the younger stomach, making a circle pattern over it. "Gosh, you're throwing up a lot, Jiminie"
Jimin retches, smaller streams trickle out of him before he's reduced to dry heaving over an almost full toilet of vomit making him cringe. He feels his stomach calm down afterwards, leaning tiredly into Seokjin.
"Done?", he asks, brushing his boyfriend's sweaty hair back and placing a small peck on his forehead when he gets a nod. He stretches to flush the toilet. Not wanting the sight to set the pregnant man more. He drapes the tissue over Jimin's tired lips, wiping the remnant of vomit and saliva there as the younger pants to catch his breath.
They stay silent for a minute, busy giving them a rub while he lets his boyfriend regain his energy back.
" Do you want to go back to bed?" Seokjin murmurs—sleepiness starts catching up on him again. And he's sure Jimin is also nearly dazed off.
"--please," Jimin almost begs, his exhaustion ampled after the entire ordeal. He leans his weight generously on Seokjin as he allows, getting helped back to the bedroom. He crawls back on to the bed, flopping onto his side tiredly with his eyes drooping.
"Hey, drink some water first, your throat must be hurt", Seokjin chuckles, propping himself over his elbow and reaching for the glass on their nightstand, handing it to Jimin that he accepts with grunts.
He smiles when Jimin finishes half of it, and pulls him close, and joined the younger to catch sleep again.
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What Seokjin doesn't know and doesn't expect from morning sickness is that it could happen so many times, not only once in the morning. He watches with frown when Jimin starts to shift uncomfortably and places his spoon back to his half-eaten breakfast.
"What's wrong?"
Jimin's face twists, he feels nausea yet again. He can feel the food slosh in his stomach, the bite not even travelling down his esophagus. "I can't eat this"
"We have work until late today, you need to eat, Jiminie", Seokjin says, " And don't forget you're eating for two now"
Jimin takes one look at the food again, it looks revolting when previously it would be one of his favourites. His stomach does a flip. "I can't. I'm gonna be sick" There's the faint warning, he's sucking in a breath and clamping a hand over his mouth.
The chair scrapes backwards, Jimin coughs as he stands up. The bathroom looks like it's a mile away, so he makes a dive for the sink and Seokjin can already hear his laboured breathing.
Seokjin stays silent, the frown hasn't ceased down from his face as he follows his boyfriend behind, and rubs his back.
Again.
He winces when the muscles contract under his palm, and soon a grated gag echoes through their apartment. Jimin coughs, and spits as it only brings thick saliva dripped from his lips.
Seokjin's hand shifts to massage his nape again, feeling it tense, "Breathe, love. Don't force it"
Jimin tries to listen, but the process is agonizingly slow. His throat makes the sounds of strain, pitching forward with a heave as vomit spills out of his mouth and splatters into the sink sickeningly. He belches, another thick stream of his breakfast making an appearance.
Seokjin scrunched, feeling his heart twist as he watches the breakfast he made coating the sink. He sighs, feeling helpless at how sick Jimin is right now. It hasn't' even 5 hours passed since he last threw up, and he is already back at it again. Seokjin continues to rub Jimin's back, feeling it become sweaty, and murmuring sweet nothings
Jimin coughs and splutters on a particular wave that's rough coming up, he hiccups and it morphs into a gag before he's spitting the remaining taste in his mouth. He sniffles, there's tears in his eyes from all the straining. His cheeks flush. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to throw up like that..all your efforts" he feels ashamed and hopes Seokjin doesn't feel bad.
"Hey what are you saying", Seokjin smiles sadly, wiping the tears that rolled down on the younger cheeks, " It's okay. You're not feeling well. I don't care about my cooking or whatsoever", he sighs, "It's just making me sad that you're being this sick"
Jimin also nods, leaning against Seokjin again. "Maybe it's normal" he murmurs, he feels slightly better but not enough to eat again and go to work. "I don't think I can go to work today, Jin. I'm gonna just go change and sleep. Maybe tomorrow I'll feel good enough to" He briefly remembers to rinse his mouth, so he does. Cupping his hand under the tap he puts some water in his mouth, swishing it around and spitting it back out.
"I will too. Let's take a day off, okay?" Seokjin quickly agrees. " I can work from my studio here, or my laptop. It's okay", he continues when he catches Jimin's frowns. "There's no way i'm gonna leave you alone all sick like this", he steps forward, placing his hand on the younger waist, and pecks a light kiss on Jimin's lips, "and i know you won't take medicine or try to eat if I leave you alone, you sneaky baby. Let me take care of you and our baby here, okay?"
Jimin wants to protest, but the lips feel so soft and good that he nods. It reminds him of how much he'd want Seokjin to be around. "I didn't brush my teeth, maybe we should work on kissing after I do that" He makes a remark with the scrunch of his nose, slowly walking back to his bedroom with Seokjin's laughter following behind him with body.
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.
A/N: Hello! I know it's been a long time but I hope you all are doing well, apologies for not posting at all personal life really got in the way heh. Any who! Enjoy this drabble of Jinkook that's been in my drafts, I love you all!
Pairing: Jinkook. TW: Emeto
"Caught a nasty bug over there haven't you Kook? You poor thing" Jin coos as he strolls over to the ailing boy on the couch, bent over with a palm to his stomach and bucket right in front. "Did the chamomile not help?" Jin asks softly.
"Nggh-" Jungkook responds, lifting his head up and puffing his cheeks for with a shaky exhale. It hitches again when his stomach cramps up, squeezing his insides with the nausea whirring like a menacing phantom in his stomach. He moans, snagging the bucket up.
"Guess not" Jin nods, stating the obvious as he watches Jungkook spit his thick gunk into the bucket silently. "Well, it was worth the try wasn't it?" Jungkook shakes his head, glaring weakly at his boyfriend.
"No? That's weird. I think you did quite well with that baby, it's took you precisely an hour and half for you to throw up again" Jin chuckles, taking the situation in a more lighthearted manner as oppose to Jungkook rethinking his life decisions each time his stomach lets out a sick gurgle.
Jungkook tenses, panting quietly over the bucket and screwing his eyes shut as a hot flush greets him and makes him shudder. He gags hallowly, already groaning and swallowing convulsively with his first words in a while.
"M'gonna puke"
"Mhmm. I know you are." Jin retorts with an acknowledging hum to his poor partner. "You can go ahead sweetheart, I've got your hair." The older coos, his slender fingers gently gathering his locks like promised while his free hand caresses his back.
A strong, mischievous and nonchalant Jungkook is never one to find himself quivering or emotional but a sick, comfort thirsty Jungkook was different. He whimpers, feeling the pathetic tears already roll down his cheeks by the first retch. He let's the drool hang, his frame going stiff.
"You're okay. Remember your deep breaths, there's water at the ready for you. Come on my love, you'll feel so much better afterwards I promise you" Jin chortles softly, sighing as he single handedly grabs the water bottle and hugs it to his stomach with his arm. He momentarily eases Jungkook's hair, letting it fall over his eyes as he works on unscrewing the lid before hurriedly sweeping it up again when the boy begins to cough.
"I-it won't.. C-come out.." Jungkook chokes out impatiently, desperate to rid the feeling of his vomit sitting ready at his throat. It somehow was stubborn, not wanting to push past his uvula and into the bucket to give Jungkook some relief of the vicious cycle.
"It will Jungkookie. Take it easy, don't force it and just let it happen." Jin murmurs, patting his back softly. "Oh my love, I'm so sorry you're so sick baby" He randomly coos with a crippling pout; he hated seeing his boyfriend so sick.
Jungkook doesn't even have time to let out the frustrated sob that he wanted to before his stomach acts up again. His breath hitches, mouth opening and doubling over with a wrenching heave, screwing his eyes shut. He hiccups, gripping the rim as the much awaited sick spurts from his lips and splatters into the bucket.
"There it is. Good boy it's okay. It's okay you're okay sweetheart well done" Jin praises, placing the bottle down on the coffee table so he could be more attentive to his poorly partner. "Let it all out till you feel better baby," He encourages and grabs ahold of Jungkook's shoulder so he didn't plummet into the bucket as he watches another wave spill out, his free hand switching between a chourus of audible pats to his back and rubs before holding his hair up again and kissing his head.
"T-there goes all your tea I'm sorr- hurrgh! -rry" Jungkook, bless his heart. He spits apologies between his retches, feeling guilty that his boyfriend's efforts had gone to waste. He pants once he feels his airways begin to clear up and stomach calm it's somersaults, still hovering over the bucket for extra measure and listening to Jin click his tongue.
"Tea can be made again, after all you've got a chef of a boyfriend on your hands" Jin says smugly, absolutely flattered with himself which earns a snort and slight chuckle from Jungkook. He wordlessly hands the younger man the bottle, watching him take generous gulps and spitting it into the bucket before drinking again.
"Careful Jungkook, you've just been sick, don't want you at it again do we?" Jin sighs, pulling on his sleeve and using it as a makeshift tissue to dab away the tear streaks on Jungkook's cheeks.
Jungkook shakes his head with a cute 'nuh-uh'.
Jin chuckles, his heart eyes almost doubling as he leans down and presses a kiss to his warm cheek while gently taking the bucket off his lap. He sets it down on the floor, fixing the blanket that had slipped past his knees in the ordeal. "I'm going to clean the bucket out alright sweetheart? It'll be back where you need it, you should get some rest"
Jungkook hums, swallowing the water and closing the bottle as best as his flimsy and sick hands would allow. "Thank you, I really love you" He rasps, throat raw from all the vomiting.
Jin grins while picking Jungkook's hand up and planting a soft kiss to his knuckles, it was an endearment that Jungkook loved, very gentleman-like as Jin was. "Ah!" He exclaims, scrunching his face up as Jin kisses his lips suddenly, pulling back. "Baby! I need to brush my teeth first that's gross!"
4A: Food Poisoning So maybe he should’ve listened to Seokjin and not eaten somewhere so shady.
But it’s too late for maybes and should haves–Namjoon’s stomach is throwing too much of a fit to pass it off as a bit of indigestion. And there’s no way he suddenly contracted some virus in the past hour. So he’s almost definitely given himself food poisoning.
And Seokjin’s almost definitely come to the same conclusion, based on the concerned glances he keeps shooting in the younger man’s direction. His stomach is churning loud enough to be audible over the volume of the slasher movie they’re watching, and there are people screaming. That says something. That and the fact that he’s been burping every two minutes since they got home.
“Are you…okay, Joonie?” Jin asks, deciding it’s about time he figures out if he has to move the other man to the bathroom or not.
“I’m, uh, fine,” Namjoon says, even though he knows he’s the farthest thing from convincing.
“Really? Because you certainly don’t sound fine,” Jin insists. “I know you’re burpy but you don’t burp this much unless something’s really wrong.”
“What are you talking about? I’m–huuuRRRP!” Namjoon realizes this is a pointless argument after the sick sound to the next belch that rumbles up his throat. “Fine, I guess my stomach is a little upset.” He sounds defeated and plain sad.
“A little?” Jin snorts, pulling Namjoon closer to him and running a hand through his hair.
“…a lot.”
“Thought so,” Seokjin hums, placing a kiss on the other man’s head. “Should we move to the bathroom, baby?”
Namjoon thinks for a moment before sighing heavily and nodding. He doesn’t feel like standing, and neither does his stomach. Seokjin nods in acknowledgement and helps the younger man stand, glad that this was such an easy argument to win.
Unfortunately, the argument Namjoon’s stomach is throwing with him won’t be as easy on him.
