Jikook 4b please
thanks for requesting!
tw: emeto
Walnut Mishaps
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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.”
“you can say that again.” the older boy laughs.
“damn walnuts. damn food allergies.”
“we really messed up, didnt we?” jimin says weakly.
jeongguk hums in agreement. “yeah. but we’re okay now, and that’s the important thing.”
“next time, i’m going to triple-check the ingredients before eating a brownie.”
“i’m with you on that, but i think we should both stay away from brownies for a while.”
“agreed.” jimin says, “wanna shower and cuddle?”
“took the words right out of my mouth, hyungie.”