#caring!yoongi

[sickybubbies]

A/n: lil drabble since i’m a sucker for mpreg and sope ahahaha 

I think my writing has improved? Please let me know if it has/hasn’t! 

Tw: slightly graphic depiction of vomit, male pregnancy 

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Yoongi hums to himself, absentmindedly as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. His fingers wring around Hoseok’s, giving them a generous squeeze while he’s at it and bringing it up to his pouty, pink lips. He purses them, a bit retaliated as it colides with the medicinal tape wrapped over the top of his hand. “My poor baby..” He coos and yawns again. 

It isn’t his fault that they’re camped out in the dim, plain and bleak hospital room and Yoongi had no right to complain. In fact, they were there for good reasons. Hoseok was finally in labor, the two just hours away from greeting their miracle baby that the two desperately hoped and prayed for.  The man shook off the slumber that’s threatening to overtake him, replacing it with some comforting and doting actions instead. Yoongi leans down, his lips pressing into the baby bump whilst his hand cups under it. “So proud of you.” He whispers, feeling it tense and contract from under the hospital gown. 

It makes Hoseok stir, a small groan escaping from his lips as his eyes begin to flicker open. His head is fogged, he can’t register anything but a familiar pain that gradually intensifies. Instantly, his eyes dart for Yoongi and squint in a helpless, sad manner. Yoongi is quick to console. “Hey, hey bug, it’s okay” His voice is calm, smooth and velvety while Hoseok reaches for him.  Arms are strung around shoulders, Hoseok pressing his cheek firmly into Yoongi’s bicep as he squeezes him with a whimper. “I-It’s happening again..”  Yoongi lifts his head, whilst propping his chin against the younger’s matted hair his eyes steer over to the machine a couple inches away from the hospital bed. Gridded paper is scratching out in steady beats, stiff peaks forming along the chart and measuring the contraction from the belt strapped to Hoseok’s engorged belly. “I know, I see it” He assures his boyfriend, pulling him closer and rubbing gently along his spine. “You’re okay, deep breaths, Count to 10 with me” 

“1..owww!” Hoseok cries, his stomach seizing more. He pants, heavy and laboured against Yoongi’s support. “Agh fuck, fuck!” He hides his face into his boyfriend’s chest, muffling the pained profanities as the fiery sensation soars across his stomach and makes it spasm. His belly grumbles lowly, breaking into a thin layer of sweat as he feels nausea coil around his insides because of all the discomfort.  “I’ve got you, jeez Hobi, I thought it couldn’t get any worse than the last one you had.” Yoongi spurts aimlessly, holding his lover in his arms and cringing at the sounds his laboring boyfriend was projecting. He cares less about dignity, pulling apart the curtains of behind his gown and begins to rub circles into Hoseok’s bare back going as low as where his rear begins. “There’s still ice, do you want any ice, love?” He offers. 

Ice does seem like it would sooth Hoseok’s stomach, if he wasn’t met with a splurge of acid when he burps silently. The nausea hits him like a thunderclap, drool threatening to spill out of his mouth. He shakes his head. “I’m gonna vomit.” He responds thickly.  Yoongi frowns, pulling away from Hoseok as he stays upright and stiff. He reaches for the bowl on the nightstand next to his stool, tucking it under his chin. “Here, get it all in this Hobi.” His fingers splay around the side and bend under the bowl, holding it close for him and sweeping any hair back. 

Hoseok’s face contorts, saliva layering his tongue. “H’Argh!-” He belches, vomit spilling into the tub with his head ducking inwards, Yoongi remains rigid, on the inside his heart is clenching. Hoseok looks like he’s had an out-of-body experience in the brief moment, his eyes wide and dazed as it trickles out of his ajar mouth.  “Let it all out, nice and easy” Yoongi interjects, even though it isn’t looking that easy at all. He pats between Hoseok’s shoulder blades, which are riling up for another round. Yoongi watches as his tounge juts past his bottom lip, curling inwards like a shovel and vomit begins to pour out of it alongside a deep gurgle from his throat. “That’s it bug, good job. You’re doing okay”  He stretches for a wad of napkins, they rest against Hoseok’s shoulder as he gets steadied and doesn’t dive into the vomit with how harshly he’s lurching forward. Yoongi was now desensitized because of Hoseok’s morning sickness throughout the pregnancy, he could stand and watch the gore unphased.  “Hrrph!-” Hoseok retches again, more stomach liquid spraying out of him, he’s convinced the contraction is pushing up more than needs to come out towards his esophageous and hopes it stops soon. The vomit tapers into small streams, resorting in his stomach twisting as he dry heaves over the bowl. “Are you done?” Yoongi asks beside him.  “I-I think so..” Hoseok coughs and splutters, choking on a dry heave. He draws in a breath, lungs no longer feeling robbed of it’s function like it was with the vomiting. He feels Yoongi press napkins against his wet, sticky lips, wiping away any residue and starts to lean back into the pillows again.  Yoongi stares at the stomach contents, it’s mostly water and stomach bile that’s been brought up. He can’t wait to give him real food soon, which hopefully wouldn’t make an appearance hereafter. “I’ll go tip this out, how’s the contraction?”  The reciepient nods, leaning into Yoongi as he places a gentle kiss to the crown of his head and twindles some of his hair. “Better,” He hums, arms caving around his baby bump as he watches the older leave to the adjacent bathroom and Hoseok sighs. He anticipated a baby in his arms and no more vomit spells in just a while. 

[heave-hyung]

Let’s Go Home, Dumbass

I wrote a little something something for @itsyourunniejoywithmoresickfics​! TW: Fainting, Emeto -- To say that things have been stressful would be an understatement. To say that things have been stressful for Kim Namjoon would be a flat-out lie; he’s been crumbling under the weight of the expectations put on him as a leader, actually. But with those expectations comes the requirement to stay calm and collected despite the stress, as the leader, of course. So Namjoon’s been dealing all on his own. And clearly, it isn’t going well. It’s a beautiful morning when Namjoon wakes up with a migraine, and he’s never hated the sunshine more. The others are all awake already, shockingly; Jin must’ve gotten them up for him. They’re loud and lively as they all do different things with their morning, some probably making breakfast while the others get dressed. There’s a photoshoot today, and Namjoon really doesn’t want to go, if he’s being honest. But he must. So he kicks off the covers, rubs his temples to unsuccessfully quell some of the pain, before shakily getting to his feet. He stumbles over to his closet and struggles to dress himself before making his way out to the living room. The scent of breakfast turns his stomach, making him groan inwardly.  Everyone's a little too preoccupied--they’re running a little late, after all--to pick up on his distress. Namjoon is thankful for that. He sits on the couch, fighting the urge to bury his face in his hands as he waits for the others to be ready and prepares himself to try and stomach at least half his plate so as not to arouse any suspicion. He doesn’t get very much time to do that preparation before they’re all called to eat. Namjoon takes a minute to debate on if he should scarf down the food fast enough that he barely tastes or feels it, or if he should eat slow to avoid feeling sicker. It seems that either way it won’t help the queasy feeling in his stomach, so he opts for a normal speed, clearing about half his plate just as he’d planned. And just as he’d planned, nobody asks questions.  Until they throw their plates in the sink and start to head off to the car. And then, as they’re leaving, Yoongi is the first to say anything to him all morning. “You look like shit,” he mumbles, quiet to not gain the attention of any of the other members. “Thanks, hyung,” Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, genuine concern in his tone. “Yeah. Just...a headache, is all,” Namjoon smiles weakly. Yoongi obviously doesn’t believe him, but he nods along anyway, and he doesn’t make any further mention of it. They get in the car, and Namjoon rests his cheek against the glass of the window, the coolness of it feeling nice on his skin for a moment. He lets his eyes close, taking a deep breath, relishing in the moments he doesn’t have to move or speak or think. In what feels like seconds, many minutes too soon, they arrive at the shoot location. Namjoon fights the urge to moan. The bright flashing of the speedlites and loud hustle and bustle of the photographers in the building does nothing to help the pounding pain in Namjoon’s head and only worsens his nausea. Slowly but surely, each of the members take their turn. Namjoon sits on the couch, watching as he dreads his turn. And finally, his turn comes. He expects the increase in pain from the bright lights. What Namjoon does not expect however, was the way the world suddenly starts spinning and the next thing he knows everything is black despite all the light as he collapses. Yoongi is the first to run over in his direction, having kept a watchful eye on him since they left the apartment, knowing it was much worse than a “headache.” The others keep back, some going to get water or other supplies, so as not to crowd Namjoon and get him more worked up when he comes to. It doesn’t take long until Namjoon does come to, disoriented at first. Before he gets a chance to register everything else that happened, the thing in the forefront of his mind becomes the horrible nausea that has worsened tenfold since minutes before. “G-Gonna puke--” he stutters out before shakily pushing himself up and away from Yoongi to burp up a thin stream vomit on the polished linoleum floor, followed quickly by a much more projectile wave of his meager breakfast. Yoongi mumbles some kind of comfort as he rubs his back, but Namjoon can’t hear it over the rushing of blood in his ears and the shouting of confused photographers that only makes the pain continue to worsen. Even after he’s brought up all he has in him, he still dry heaves violently, his stomach refusing to give him a break. All the others watch with concern. Someone comes up behind him to give Yoongi a water bottle for after he finishes vomiting, someone else ties his hair back for him. He retches and retches until finally, he can breathe again. Yoongi holds Namjoon steady as he catches his breath. He squeezes his eyes shut to avoid the lights, breathing through his mouth to avoid the smell of vomit. Normally it doesn’t affect him, but he isn’t taking any chances. “Namjoon-ah, what the fuck,” Yoongi mutters, and though the words are angry, his tone is not. “You shouldn’t have come if you felt sick. Tell us next time. For someone with an IQ as high as yours, you’re really fucking stupid sometimes…” Despite the pain, Namjoon smiles. “I know,” he whispers. “But you love me for it,” he jokes, finding the energy somewhere in him.  “Yeah,” Yoongi whispers back, sighing. “I do. We all do. Let’s go home, dumbass.” 

[sicklysweetbangtan]

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all works are emeto unless specified otherwise. again, this is NOT a kink blog, and no nsfw requests will be accepted.

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ao3 links:

➢ namjoon

coming soon!

➢ seokjin

coming soon!

➢ yoongi

coming soon!

➢ hoseok 

↬hoseok ft. yoongi: permission granted. 

summary: hoseok agrees to going on a cruise with yoongi as their fifth anniversary trip, which ends up being the best worst decision of his life.

➢ jimin

coming soon!

➢ taehyung

↬taehyung ft. bangtan: panda express? more like pandaOOPSpress

summary: greasy, over-processed food isn’t good for a stomach flu. taehyung learns the hard way.

➢ jeongguk 

↬jeongguk ft. bangtan: what happens when you don’t listen to your hyungs (but they love you too much to be mad at you)

summary: jeongguk’s usual competitiveness during games simmers down when the samgyeopsal (that the hyungs warned him not to eat) starts talking.

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drabbles:

↬jikook: walnut mishaps

headcanons:

coming soon!

[sickybubbies]

The Yellow To My Blue  [JHS + MYG]: Prologue

A/N: Did i disappear for a year? Yes i did. Am i going to make up for it in this series? Yes. Yes I am. Enjoy my loves!

Synopsis: College students Yoongi and Hoseok are what you would indefinitely describe as ‘polar opposites’. Jung Hoseok was that one bubbly student that everyone knew of. He’s always smiling and radiating warmth and happiness wherever he went, leaving a trail of glow from his halo he had on. And then there’s Yoongi. Min Yoongi was always scummbed in the corner of the classroom, wallowing in his grumpiness and overall bland exterior. He was dark and never up to no good. What happens when these two need eachother the most: in sickness, and in health.

TW: Emeto. Mentions and depictions of ‘vomit’ 

Pairing: Yoonseok (Sope)

Word count: 938 words

Yoongi hums to himself, staring at the road absentmindedly as he drives. He turns the steering wheel swiftly using the palm of his hand as he peeks at the rearview mirror and then at his fiance, Hoseok.

“You alright Seok?” He asks, his voice at his usual low and softness so he doesn’t startle the younger but judging from the squeak he hears from beside him; it startles him anyway to which he makes a mental note to apologise for later. 

“Huh? Ah yeah. I’m alright” Hoseok answers quietly before shifting in his seat a little and pursing his lips, his cheeks turn hot from the embarrassment of being pulled out of his thoughts. He hadn’t realised that he’d fallen silent for that long.

In Hoseok’s defense he was too busy trying to focus on anything, anything but the queasiness that was trying to discombobulate his organs and it was doing it’s job fairly well considering how his stomach gives another ominous turn. He sucks in a breath, fingers digging into the seatbelt that was strapped around his belly to give it a discrete tug so it loosened and didn’t add to his misery.

‘Just look at the trees Yoongi doesn’t need to know… focus on the trees...they’re so pretty...so relaxing...so green, but vomit can be green it can be green and yellow and thick and-’ Hoseok screws his eyes shut and sucks in a breath, begging himself to think about something else other than ‘that’. It was only making him feel worse, the rancid taste that sat on his taste buds growing stronger and he swallows as his stomach continues to churn.

Yoongi hums in acknowledgement, no real consideration in his voice because he just knows and sees through the white lie clearly. He wasn’t oblivious to his discomfort, Hoseok had been paling the more he drove on which led him to the conclusion.

“Are you feeling sick?” 

At that moment Hoseok lets out a big exasperated sigh. It makes Yoongi chuckle, he knew what that meant. He turns to Hoseok and he was definitely giving him the look, the ‘why-can-i-never-get-anything-past-you’ look.

 “Screw you and your fucking sixth sense” Hoseok grumbles, his guard now down as he unclicks his belt and slouches in his seat. He holds his stomach, grimacing as it twists and turns wincing at how hard it felt to the touch. He sighs, jolting with a small burp and his eyes widen in surprise at how sour and bitter it was. The tell tale signs of needing to vomit were beginning to catch up to him now that he wasn’t dwelled on hiding it, his stomach was churning and there was nausea clawing at him in the pit of his stomach which forces him to sit up.

“I think i’m gonna be sick,” Hoseok announces in a small voice, his hand moving to sit at his lips and cover his mouth. The grip around his jaw tightens as saliva begins to pool in his mouth and he audibly swallows.“Yoonie” He whimpers, it sounded sickly and urgent. 

“I’m on it Hobi. I’m pulling over now.” Yoongi says, slightly alarmed due to the frantic and messy situation that they were going to be tied in if he didn’t act quickly. He reaches over to grab Hoseok’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and holds it tight as he begins to assure him. “It’s okay, you’re okay, deep breaths Seok” He reminds while his eyes scavenge for somewhere to stop.

Hoseok nods and begins to inhale and exhale shakily, to let his fretting partner know that he appreciated his concern and wasn’t suffocating himself by forgetting to breathe trying to hold himself back. However as soon as the car halts Yoongi hasn’t even pulled the brakes and Hoseok’s scrambling for the locks of the door, he bolts out of the car in a stumble as he crouches over and begins to spit the saliva that began to overflow. 

Yoongi winces at the sounds of Hoseok’s coughs, they were thick and got wetter by each passing second and eventually resulting in a gag. He hisses, quickly undoing his own belt before following suit after Hoseok and letting his door slam.

 Yoongi catches up to him, placing a hand on Hoseok’s arched back as the younger heaves and brings up a mouthful of vomit which splatters into the grass. “It’s okay, you’re okay” He breathes out, hand smothering his back in tender circles choosing to stay silent through the ordeal and patiently waits for Hoseok to finish.

 “Why’s it orange?” Yoongi asks, it comes out too blunt for Hoseok’s liking and he chokes on his sip of water. He coughs and sputters as he screws the lid back on the bottle and wipes his lips using his free hand. “It’s because I had orange juice before we left..” He answers sheepishly.

Hoseok clears his throat, tilting his head at his fiance in confusion. “You know Yoongs, of all the years we’ve been together. I’ll never understand why the colours of my vomit fascinate you so much. Aren’t you disgusted?” He mumbles to himself, scoffing as Yoongi shrugs. 

“I don’t know. Maybe because I love you so much Seok?” Yoongi retorts with a flirtatious and smug smirk on his face, chuckling as Hoseok looks back at him disgusted at his cheesiness that he was never used to.

“Gross. Ah stop you make me want to puke again” Hoseok shudders, opening the bottle up again and pressing the rim to his lips as he smiles at Yoongi’s broad laughter and he thinks. 

A/N: hewwo! i hope you guys enjoyed this, remember this is just a starter there’s a lot more to come heh i’m really sorry for disappearing from the face of earth on this platform and barely updating things have been tough espescially after becoming a law student i barely have time for things nowadays because of how busy i am but I have been using the time to work on my writing skills and improve them I promise to update as much as i can from now please be patient with me i love you all!!

How on earth did they get together?

[sickybubbies]

Something that i find underrated is when a sickie is feeling sick in the car from either the flu or car sickness, and they have no where to throw up but their hands until someone finds them a bag or something. The throw up in their hand only make them feel more sick. Or the care taker catches the puke in their hands.

Oof I couldn’t express just how much I love this so much. Everything about it is so endearing and pure, especially the second one oof. So I decided to do a little Drabble on it with namgi. I’ve been loving them a lot lately thanks to @queasynamgi ‘s fics, amazing!

Please send more of these!! Here you go~~

TW: Emeto

“Hang in there honey..” Namjoon murmurs to his ailing husband, scavenging for a bag in any compartments. He always had one, but skies weren’t in his favour today.

Yoongi swallows for the umpteenth time, his Adam’s apple bobbing furiously as he palms his mouth and tries not to be sick over his husband’s glossed seats. He lets out a really nauseous breath, panic filling his eyes. “Joon-”

“I know, I know sweetheart” the younger assures, more to himself than everyone else. Yoongi shakes his head frantically, his stomach bubbling and raging in its turmoil.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry, my driving is. I didn’t mean to make you sick, aish Namjoon what’s wrong with you? IQ of 148 my ass–”

Yoongi’s stomach squeezes tight. There’s an acidic splash in the back of his throat, and he’s gurgling out puke that seeps through the cracks of his pale fingers before neither could comprehend the situation.

It’s warm, horrible and putrid. Yoongi whimpers with a tight grimace, brows pinched in disgust. The smell overwhelms him a tad too much and within seconds his hand flies off, leaning over with a choked heave as vomit splatters between his feet.

Namjoon sighs, his shoulders slumping faintly and he scoots closer to the blonde. “M’sorry..Namjoon I-”

“It’s okay kitten, I’ll clean it up..” he murmurs softly, expression etched with worry and pity for his husband as he rubs circles into his back as Yoongi continues to bring up their precious dinner date. Constantly whispering sweet nothings into his ear like “You’re okay, oh baby..”

When Namjoon deems safe to, he pulls the older to his chest and kissing the crown of his head lovingly, promising to be better next time, or more prepared..

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Namjoon doubles over miserably and eyes his husband, sweat beads forming on his forehead slowly.

“You know, I could always grab a trashcan if you need to be sick again, Joon” Yoongi reminds softly, sat next to the stubborn boy and carding his hair back.

“M’not.. gonna be sick” Namjoon replies, determined. He’s had enough of this stupid food poisoning, who would’ve known his attempts to cook for the pair (meat that was undercooked, clearly) ends in his stomach just wanting to slither out him for two days and counting.

He ties the slender arms around his abdomen, groaning in pain as cramps tore through his stomach. His stomach churning unhappily as he rocks slightly forward, coughing harshly.

Yoongi coos softly, patting between his shoulders with a gentle hand. The cough morphs into a sudden heave, leaving namjoon burping up a mouthful of sick onto his lap. Yoongi’s eyes comically widening.

“Shit..” he curses under his breath, noticing how his lover was ready to let out more and quickly cups a hand under his chin.

Namjoon sobs at the other’s grimace, his breath hitching as he hiccups and more vomit lands into the palm underneath him, trickling down to the sheets as he swallows.

The older takes initiative, using it to his advantage as he brings the bucket back onto the bed. Emptying his soiled hand first before guiding it to the younger, he pouts at the fat tears rolling down his cheeks and scarlet cheeks of embarrassment.

“Joonie, none of that” he shushes him quietly, kissing his hair sweetly. “B-but i t-threw up in your h-hand” he stammers, sobbing before a gag rips out of him.

“It’s fine love, really, it is” Yoongi assures him with his deep, comfort laced chords. He traces his hand to the back of his neck and massaging it with warm fingers. Because really, he wasn’t phased at all.

“I love you okay?” Yoongi reminds, peppering his cheekbone with a kiss, “I love you and I’d do this a million times for you..”

[sickybubbies]

Can you write something based on 16? I don’t care which member just any please 🙏🏼🙏🏼

A/N: Rushed this a bit in college...but I hope you like it!! Thank you for requesting bub 💖

(16: I can’t throw up..)

“Jungkook-ah..” Yoongi taps his knuckles on the bathroom door, his voice soft yet desperate. “You’ve been in there for nearly fifteen minutes”

Jungkook sighs, it feels like he’s on a rowing boat, constantly leaning over the bowl and then leaning back. It wasn’t helping his stomach per say, he still felt like upchucking, but nothing came up.

“Are you even listening? Hyung needs to go too,” Yoongi reminds, inching closer to the door just a tad bit with his ear pressed to the door, knocking. “Kiddo?”

Jungkook shudders, leans forward so his head is hovering over the bowl. He manages a quiet “yeah?”

“Are you alright in there?” Yoongi asks, growing worried now. Jungkook’s voice sounded weak and quiet and he could’ve swore he heard a whimper.

Jungkook contemplates whether or not to own up. His tummy is protesting with angry growls making him moan in pain. Oh how he wishes to just melt in one of his hyungs arms and just cry about how awful he felt, because he does.

Jungkook breathes in, his chest burning as he jolts with another sick burp. “Hyung..”

Yoongi’s already picking the lock with one of Taehyung’s styled bobby pins. He enters the bathroom and his shoulders slouch with a deep, yet concerned sigh. “You okay?”

Jungkook shakes his head, tears clouding his brown orbs. “I can’t throw up..”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, his own urges long forgotten as he crouches beside the youngest and plays with his hair softly “you should’ve said something, Jungkook” he lightly scolds before sighing again. “Still pukey?”

Jungkook nods, his hand dug under his hoodie as he practically kneads his curdling stomach. “I want to vomit so bad hyung..” he whines.

He leans into the older, curling into his lap and burying his face into the crook of his neck, hiccuping quietly.

Yoongi winces, his baby must be feeling really gross. “You’ll throw up soon bunny..” he comforts, stroking his greased locks as he takes over for Jungkook, rubbing his tummy with a tad bit of pressure.

He rubs across, big circles, little circles, small pats to his obstinate tummy and finally feels it gurgle displeasingly.

Jungkook feels stomach acid crawl up his throat, his breathing quickens as he scrambles off the rapper and leans over the bowl, burping up a mouthful of sick into the bowl. Finally..

“There it is..” Yoongi mutters, very relived. He shuffles closer to the boy and rubs between his shoulder blades. “Keep going Kook-ah, you’re doing well kiddo,”

“Hyung-hurrk’h!” He retches, puke spurting from his lips and splashing into the bowl below him. Reaching blindly for the older.

“Hmm, I’m here, I’m here..” Yoongi hums and grabs his hand while giving it a encouraging squeeze, patting his back gently as he gazes to the floor. He was like that, the silent warrior.

Two more rounds later and Jungkook finally finished, feeling considerably better though shaken up as he grimaces. “That didn’t taste nice..”

Yoongi snorts “No shit, Sherlock” no real sarcasm in his words as he wipes the maknae‘s lips with some tissue and tosses it into the mess, flushing it.

Jungkook giggles tiredly, he wraps his arms around Yoongi and rests his cheek on his shoulder while breathing into his fresh scent. “Thank you..”

“Anytime Kook-ah, anytime..”

[sickybubbies]

hey 🌸 could i please have a sweet yoonmin sickfic where jimin is sick and yoongi's sweet and worried? this is literally my favorite concept ever and there's not enough of it!!!

A/n: Aww I agree! Here you are! 💖

“Yoongi’h i b’need tissues- heh’shoo!”

Jimin sniffles, cupping his nose and grimacing at the icky goop that coats his hands. He leans over the bed and puts his hand in the tissue box.

It’s fruitless effort. Jimin knows that they’re none in there.

Yoongi is in the kitchen, brewing some chamomile tea for his poorly boyfriend when he hears the cry of need. “Yeah coming!”

He walks in, a fresh box of tissues pressed to his stomach as he tries to single handedly open the seal. The seal comes off and Yoongi finally takes a look at his sick lover.

Jimin sits miserably, his hand wet and mushy making him grimace. His cheeks are flushed and nose is rosy and puffed from blowing all day “there’s no b’more tissues” he whines stuffliy behind his hand.

Yoongi sighs, of course.

Because they’re all scattered on the floor in scrunched balls and around Jimin’s small body over his blankets.

The floor looked beautifully adorned with nasally tissue flowers, Yoongi thinks.

“Angel...” Yoongi coos, his voice quieter and deeper than usual since Jimin may have a headache of some sort. He sets the new box next to him.

“K’tishh!..ah’tishh!..”Jimin sneezes into his palm again, his body rocking forward from the force of it. Yoongi quickly steadies his boyfriend, brows pinched and pouting in worry. He takes a couple tissues and hands them to him.

“Ugh...bless b’me” Jimin mutters, taking the tissue and blowing liquidly into it. He sniffles, wiping underneath his nose and sniffles messily again.

“Bless you indeed, Chim” Yoongi hums, playing with his locks. He takes a couple more white sheets and starts wiping down his snotty hands. “You sure you don’t want me to take you to the hospital, Jimin”

Jimin shakes his head, he scrunches his nose and wipes it again as it runs “I’ll m’be fine..” he croaks weakly.

“says the person who’s on his second box of tissues..fine my ass” Yoongi grumbles back, a mix of a frown and a pout but whatever, it was cute.

“Why m’are you scolding’h b’me” Jimin whines and sniffles sadly. His eyes coat in feverish tears and he licks his chapped lips before pouting.

Yoongi sighs “I wasn’t scolding..”

“You were!” Jimin huffs, coughing into his elbow quickly.

Yoongi brushes the hair away from the pale boy’s eyes, “I’m only worried.. only worried angel” he whispers, kissing his temple which is scalding and he mentally reminds himself to bring a thermometer with his tea.

[heave-hyung]

can i request sick kook and yoongi takes care of him? im the softest for yoonkook rn :((

     In all of the normal morning chaos that came with Bangtan mornings, it was surprisingly easy to overlook the absence of the group’s youngest member. Jin didn’t realize Jungkook hadn’t been woken up yet until the last minute, when the group was already running late. Having been doing a last round of checks around the rooms for lights and cleanliness, Jin decided to ask Yoongi to check up on the maknae (and nag him about timeliness on his behalf.)

     Yoongi obeyed, seeing as he was the only one fully set to walk out the door. He made his way over to Jungkook’s room--he had been lucky enough to draw the one single room--and found the boy seemingly fast asleep, duvet up to his ear. The second eldest sat at the foot of the bed, shaking Jungkook softly by the hip.    

 “Up, Kook-ah. Come on. We have things to do,” Yoongi tried, though his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. The maknae didn’t budge, even when Yoongi shook him a little harder or spoke louder, closer to his ear. Yoongi stood and yanked the blankets off the younger man. The rapper’s annoyed expression quickly softened into concern when he saw the state Jungkook was actually in; without the blankets to hide under, it was obvious that something was wrong. 

     “Jungkookie...something up?” Yoongi asked, reaching over to run a hand down the singer’s spine. Jungkook was pale, curled up, arms wrapped around his middle. His bangs were plastered to his forehead with sweat, and he was panting softly. He only groaned in response to Yoongi’s question, curling up tighter. Yoongi sighed heavily, leaning forward even further to test the younger boy’s temperature with the back of his hand.      

“Christ, you’re burning up…” Yoongi clucked his tongue, trying to think of a plan. “Alright, let me tell the others that you’re not feeling well.” 

     Jungkook blinked his eyes open halfway, turning his hazy gaze to Yoongi. He opened his mouth to protest, but all that came out was a sluggish, breathy burp. Jungkook squeezed his eyes back shut, the flush of pink that adorned his cheeks becoming the only hint of color on his pale face. Yoongi stood to do as he’d promised, and after assuring Jin and Namjoon that he was perfectly capable of caring for the youngest himself, he grabbed a glass of water and some antacids to bring to Jungkook’s room. 

     Not wanting to leave Jungkook alone for too long, he set the glass down on the bedside table and dropped the antacids in, letting them dissolve. He ruffled Jungkook’s hair, mumbling a soft, “what am I gonna do with you, kid?” 

     Jungkook only moaned in response, curling up tighter. Yoongi lied down beside the singer after a moment, gently prying his arms away from his torso to place a hand on his upset stomach instead, carefully starting to rub circles in hopes that it’ll provide some relief to the pain. He started slow and light, not wanting to make anything worse, but Jungkook placed his hand over the rapper’s and wordlessly suggested he press a bit harder. 

     They stayed like that for a bit, Yoongi spooning Jungkook and applying pressure, helping Jungkook bring up low belches that he smothered into the pillow. Gradually, though, the once small and quieter burps and soft hiccups started getting deeper, longer, and louder. Almost sick sounding. It occured to Yoongi that he’d never really asked if Jungkook was feeling nauseous or anything; knowing the younger man, he wouldn’t bring it up until it was too late and he suddenly jump off the bed to make a stumbling dash for the bathroom in hopes that he’ll make it in time. 

     “Kook-ah,” Yoongi mumbled, careful not to speak too loudly in case Jungkook was catching something where a headache was involved. “Are you feeling sick at all?”

     The younger boy hesitated, staying still for a moment. He shrugged in response, burying his face in the pillow. Yoongi carded a hand through his hair, asking again. “I’ll get you a bucket if you need one,” he suggested, trying to get a definitive answer from the maknae. 

     Finally, Jungkook nodded softly. Yoongi didn’t miss a beat, practically running down the hall to find a trash can. Surprisingly, it was a lot harder than he would’ve thought--where the fuck were all the trash cans when he needed one? Just as he managed to find and empty the bathroom trash can, he heard a gag from down the hall. Yoongi mumbled a slew of swears under his breath, hurrying back to try to avoid as much of a mess as possible.

     Unfortunately, when the rapper returned, Jungkook was sitting up, teary eyed, bent over the edge of the bed with vomit on his lap (and the floor.) Yoongi’s heart dropped, seeing how obviously guilty Jungkook looked.

     “I’m sorry,” he choked out, breathing heavily. He was trying his best to keep everything else down, audibly gulping and gasping. 

     “It’s okay,” Yoongi reassured. He handed Jungkook the bucket, sitting next to him and running a hand up and down his spine. “It’s not your fault. Let it up, I can clean it all up later.” Yoongi tried his best to sound soothing. Jungkook managed another breath before he was lurching forward with a heave, the sound of vomit hitting plastic far from pleasant. He groaned before retching again, and again, and Yoongi was starting to get concerned. 

     The younger burped hollowly over the trash bin a few times before Yoongi found it reasonable to ask if he thought he was done. Jungkook nodded, though he seemed unsure of himself. Yoongi surveyed the situation before deciding what to do.

     “Alright, I’m gonna grab you some clean clothes...do you want to shower?”

     Jungkook shook his head listlessly. Yoongi should’ve probably gotten him in the shower at some point, but at the moment he didn’t look like he could stand, so the rapper figured it could wait. He did as he promised, putting the bucket down for a moment to shuffle through Jungkook’s closet for a loose shirt and some boxers, helping him change. “You wanna lay in my room while I clean this up?” 

     Jungkook looked up at Yoongi, eyes glassy and unfocused and sad. He shrugged, trying to get up on his own only to fall back down onto the bed. 

     “Woah, I didn’t mean walk there yourself,” Yoongi chuckled. He wrapped an arm around Jungkook’s waist to help him up and guided him around to avoid the mess. He moved slowly, carefully, not wanting Jungkook to fall. Once he got Jungkook situated, he ran a hand through the singer’s hair before going to clean up.

     “Wait,” Jungkook mumbled, voice quiet and a bit raspy from the vomiting. 

     “I have to clean up, baby,” Yoongi gave, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “I’ll be right back, okay? I promise.”

     Jungkook nodded softly, sinking back onto the mattress. Yoongi straightened up as quick as he could, getting the floor spotless and making up the bed, throwing Jungkook’s dirty clothes in the hamper. Once he changed the bag in the trash can, he grabbed the glass of antacids he’d originally brought in as well and headed back to Jungkook.

     Expecting a feverish, clingy maknae, Yoongi was surprised to find that Jungkook was already fast asleep, curled up tightly just like he’d found him earlier. After setting down what he’d grabbed, Yoongi sat back next to him, leaning against the headboard and taking out his phone to text the others with an update of sorts. Jungkook rolled over to lay on Yoongi’s lap, exhaling and uncurling himself just a bit. Yoongi played with his hair, smiling fondly.

     “What am I gonna do with you, kid?”