These are some sick headcannons I have of the tannies and I have so many other ideas for lists like these (i.e members as caretakers, best to worst patient, etc.) so here it goes <3
Seokjin
Pushes himself even though he’s overdoing it
Makes light jokes and wouldn’t admit how much pain he’s actually in
The type to cough obnoxiously like an ipad kid if he’s at a stage where it’s not that serious of a cold (only to annoy Jk lol)
If it is that serious, his coughs would be really congested and would take a lot out of him to the point of him getting dizzy
His face flushes when he gets fevers and also sweats a lot
Gets seasonal allergies
His body gets really sluggish and his muscles tighten/get sore.
Would silently approach another member and would cuddle them while they sleep so he could feel comfort without asking for it
Yoongi
Everyone knows he’s getting sick when he starts to seek out physical affection
Makes the weirdest and strangest concoctions that actually works yet he also thinks a 5 star energy drink is a replacement for actual medicine (spoiler alert: it isn’t)
Gets a really runny nose when he’s sick
The cutest and tiniest sneezes that rivals Jimin’s
If it’s really bad, he becomes super clingy
Sometimes it takes other people acknowledging it for him to realize or notice he’s sick; if he’s delirious with a high fever it could be like (“Yoongi, you’re sick” “Huh. I think you’re right”)
You know that meme of Bernie Sanders sitting on the chair with his hands folded, yeah that’s Yoongi
Hoseok
Get’s SUPER red when he has a fever
As soon as his cheeks turn red, it's the first sign that he’s sick
Would get super congested as well
The cleanest member in terms of making sure he wears a mask and cleans up his tissues to ensure no one gets sick because of him
Get’s really quiet and solemn when he’s feeling under the weather
Often gets swarmed by the maknae line and keeps a spray bottle on hand to shoo them away so they don’t get sick
Slurs his words when he's really out of it
He’s really good at taking care of himself and knows what his body needs, so him getting sick is a rarity.
Hates the taste of medicine, keep that shit far away from him, why would you even forsake him like that–
Namjoon
Feels really guilty and gets apologetic when he’s sick
Tries to push through but his body will give up on him no matter how stubborn his mind is
Gets really bad stress induced migraines
Has the second loudest sneezes (cause we all know who is the first)
He’s the most vocal when it comes to feeling bad, but not in a whiny way but more in a “My head is thundering to the storm in my heart and it's shooting lightening across my body akin to the feeling of shock..."
Yapper galore
No seriously, if you thought this man could talk before, delirious!Namjoon with a fever that rivals Venus is borderline insane
Gets weirdly attached to soups, or any hot food for that matter, no matter his temperature
Jimin
You know what they say, the baddest bitches have the worst stomachs and Jimin is the baddest bitch of them all
Would stay curled up in a ball and wouldn’t move from his bed for days until the sickness is gone
Is known to push himself past the point of exhaustion
Prone to fainting when the fever gets too high
The cutest sneezes in the world
Whines to anyone close to him about how bad he’s feeling, and whines to himself if no one is there
Is very honest, perhaps too honest about everything happening to him when he’s sick
Self diagnose king ("hey google, is it normal for -insert the most outrageous thing here--)
Is prone to adrenaline boosts before his body shuts down (i.e doing five performances in a row then collapsing backstage)
Taehyung
Would whine when it’s the smallest inconvenience imaginable but when he gets quiet, that’s when you know he’s sick
His voice is also a giveaway, he sounds really congested and often loses his voice if it’s bad enough
Has a lot of food sensitivities, the others thought he was being dramatic about being picky with his food until it was like, yeah no, you’re body actually rejects that
Fevers causes him to get rashes
Naturally he runs hot so fever!Tae is a furnace
His nose gets really red when he’s sick
Would try to hide the fact that he’s ill but fails every time because he just looks absolutely miserable
Gets super sleepy and would pass out anywhere
If you thought he was a deep sleeper before, sick Taehyung is borderline catatonic
His sneezes get quieter the more ill he is.
Uses his hands for everything but covering his mouth when he coughs or sneezes, someone save Hobi
He needs someone to take care of him, not because he wants them to but because he needs them to (he doesn’t get sick often so when it does, it triples in intensity and would last awhile)
Jungkook
Probably the most stubborn of them all
His nose causes him the most problems, even when he’s feeling fine
He used to get sick the most when he was younger because he would push himself all the time and refused to listen to his body when it demanded a break
Gets very emotional when he’s not feeling well, making the congestion worse
He gets very sensitive to his surroundings; loud noises, bright lights, etc gets amplified and he would rather be in a dark, quiet room.
Loves being taken care of, but he would never admit it
Snores like a jet engine
He’s usually an easy sleeper but under the weather Jungkook is an insomniac
He needs his comfort foods, even though some would leave him feeling worse later on
Whimpers and groans more than actually talking about his pain
Seokjin pushes open the door to Jimin's bedroom, expecting him to be asleep but instead finds the younger male's eyes open, blinking blearily at the ceiling. Nose red, a pile of used tissues beside his pillow, Jimin's gaze tracks tiredly over to Seokjin when he enters the room.
“Just checking up on how you're doing, angel.” Seokjin says, lifting the bowl of cold water for Jimin’s inspection before setting it down on the bedside table. He plucks the washcloth - now warm - off Jimin's forehead, soaks it in the bowl of water, and returns it to its place after wringing it out.
“Thanks, hyung.” Jimin offers him a tired smile when Seokjin places the washcloth back on his forehead. His cheeks are flushed red with fever, and it's clear he's fighting sleep from the way his eyelashes flutter.
“If you're tired, you should rest.” Seokjin chides gently.
As expected, Jimin's brow furrows. “But I don't want to rest. That's practically what I've been doing all day!” His voice pitches into a whine, and the corners of Seokjin's lips twitch.
“That's kind of what you do when you're sick, Min-ah.” Seokjin answers, trying his best to keep the laughter out of his voice. He reaches out to gently smooth the dancer's sweaty bangs back from his forehead, not missing the way Jimin's eyes close briefly when the coolness of his palm brushes against his temple. It seems like he’ll be having to replace that washcloth soon - he doesn’t like how high the dancer’s temperature still feels. “Rest a little longer. If not for the sake of recovering faster, then at least for me?”
The stink-eye he receives is truly impressive, especially how sleepy Jimin clearly is. But his eyes close immediately after, with an exasperatedly - albeit fondly - muttered, “Sure, hyung. For you.”
As Jimin's breathing evens out into sleep, Seokjin lets the amused smile that was threatening to emerge earlier show on his face. “Rest well, angel.”
a.n : hii! its been a long time since i write (i thought i will never able to write again as slumps hitting me HARD these last few months), so im not sure if this any good as i barely check over grammar and anything. i never experience labor myself and even i work in healthcare, this still out of my depth of knowledge, so theres literally medical inaccuracies here—forgive me, and i hope it isnt too confusing to read. i dont know if theres still people here and if the anon who requested it still here but i hope if you read this, you like it ❤️
It starts after dinner, the first contractions.
When he and Jungkook already tucked comfortably in the dimness of their room—Jungkook is editing videos on his laptop, while he doomscrolling on his phone; multitasking it with rubbing his ever growing bump, that strangely enough, feels taut under his palm tonight.
It squeezes hard. Hard enough for him suck a deep breathe through the little gaps over his bitten lips, and pause at kitten videos on his Tiktok, and for the low hums of music from Jungkook's laptop to pause too.
"Hyung?"
Jimin exhales as his muscles slowly relaxing, "It's fine, a contraction. Braxton hicks", he brushes off, waddles a little to find a more comfortable position as his back starts to twinge with pain. Jungkook hums, taking another glance at him before going back to his laptop.
He goes back on his phone again, despite half of his attention already flying out of the window. He knows, that this isn't Braxton hicks. The contraction feels more intense. But part of his mind is telling him that maybe, the contraction feels different since he's more exhausted today. He had a quite busy day moving around, slightly overdoing his obgyn advice. Also with the estimated due date still roughly 2 weeks more, that definitely was a braxton hicks.
5 videos and replying one message from Hoseok later—it comes at him in waves. It starts from his lower part of his bump, slowly going up to his diaphragm.
"Ah..fuck", he moans. His grip on his phone and his bump tighten immediately. Cold sweats starts beading on his forehead as the "waves" squeezes his entire torso.
"Hyung, again?!", Jungkook scoots closer, sitting up straight and immediately finding his hand over any part of the older body that he can touch for comforts. "Take a deep breathe hyung .. remember the yoga class"
Jimin does .. and at the count of 6, it slows down again.
"That was.. worst", He pants, swallowing hard at thick saliva that lodge his throat. "I need you to start timing it, Kook-ah"
Jungkook frowns, and then his eyes widen as it clicks. "Is it real contractions? You're going to labor?"
"Maybe", he shrugs, "Better safe than sorry"
"Fuck.. okay.. okay..", Jungkook eyes wanders around. Panic starts to settle in his brain with the new information. "What do you want me to do? Car? Pack shirts? Fuck do you even have bag already? Oh i should call Jin—"
Jimin chuckles, "Kook-ah, slow down. It won't be happening anytime soon. The contractions are still quite far apart", he rubs his bump, "And i have already prepared everything so all we need to do is go if i actually go into labor tonight"
"You sure? How long are we talking? I'm not prepared!", Jungkook stress.
"Maybe not even tonight, Kook, calm down. People says that labor takes a long time. And i just have my first contraction few mins ago, i still have long way to go"
"You sure?", the younger sags, placing his hand over Jimin's tight bump.
"Yeah .. sure"
***
What Jimin didn't account is how sensitive his body has become during his pregnancy. He almost forget the hell of hyperemesis he experienced during the first 6 months. How many times he had thrown up over the bathroom, kitchen sink, Jungkook's car, grocery store, his front door pavement, etc etc.
So when he starts to feel the telltale of nausea at the 5th contractions an hour later, he almost groans with "i knew it!!" on the back of his throat, and know that things would escalate .. fast.
"Hyung, where are you going?", Jungkook frowns as he sees the older suddenly squirming away and placing his socked feet on the edge of the bed.
"Bathroom", Jimin hiss as another waves of contractions passes through him. This time feels like it squeezes his entire dinner up to the upper part of his bump. His tongue starts to taste bitter-bland and heavy.
"You want to pee? Let me help you"
"No—aah", Jimin moans, feeling his muscle tightens, "I think i might puke"
He hunches his body forward as much as he can when the contractions start to ebb away. Catching his breath.
Jungkook hovers beside him, eyes wide as he's lost with how he needs to help. "Want to go now?"
Jimin nods, shakily take Jungkook hands and let the younger take most of his weight as they start to walk toward the bathroom. Each steps is deliberate, a subconscious attempt to calm the rapid-building queasiness inside the older.
5 steps in, and suddenly Jimin gags.
"Hyung.. hyung.. breathe, we're almost there", Jungkook panics, gently pushing his hyung over the toilet. They managed with a slim time as the next heave comes 20 seconds later with a big spray of water and fickles of undigested rice right over the bowl. Jungkook didn't get to lift the seat out of the way. Jimin pants, hand craddling his bump while the other squeezes Jungkook arms—before he retches, sending more productive bigger wave of his dinner that got his jaw locked for a good 5 seconds. "Oh god..", he gasps, coughing and shaking his head as he feels dizzy from the force of it. "My dinner.."
"Uurk—",
He barely managing to clamp his palm over his mouth as saliva starts to thickens and pool under his tongue. The urge to vomit licking the back of his throat. He stumbles one step forward—wanting to fasten his move, when his stomach squeezes and sending what he ate for dinner right on his throat. He heaves over his palm, bending further forward.
"Ssh .. it's okay hyung", Jungkook murmurs as he offers him tissue and flush the toilet, "Breathe"
Jimin sniffles, throwing the tissue along the swirling water and spits. He slowly get down to kneel and prepped himself over the bowl. Position that he already come acquintances with.
"More?", Jungkook asks as he brush the older long hair and tied it quickly.
Jimin hums.
He spits twice and count his breathe until 8, before he lurches forward again.
If he thought vomiting on empty stomach during his morning sickness phase was Bad—oh Jimin has news for his past-self. This one is way worse. It almost scares him.
"Hyung .. let's go to the hospital now", Jungkook frets beside him as he press cold cloths over Jimin's slumping body when he get a lull for the last 5 minutes. His face still contorts in pain as the contractions keep going with barely have any significant breaks now. "You're throwing up a lot and trembling hyung"
His body doesn't feel like its his anymore as he gags loudly over the bowl in tandem with his stomach contracts. He barely can hear Jungkook constant murmuring of "It's okay hyung", "Hyung..", "Breathe hyung, come on. Slow down", in between the ringing of his ears. All he can think now is his when his stomach contracts, it wants what he ate tonight and even last night to be out of his body too. And there's nothing that can stop it. His throat bobbing up and down sending gush of vomit over and over again. From its thick until its watery.
Jimin croaks out an answer that only manages to come out as a groan. His mind isn't there anymore. And Jungkook has to work with it.
"Are you still feeling like puking?"
Jimin shakes his head. "Just.. hurts", he rasps.
"Okay.. okay", Jungkook breathes, "Let me clean you up and we go to the hospital, okay?"
***
The next 10 minutes is a blur to Jimin. He barely register how he already curled in bed from the bathroom, hands craddling over his bump and breathing in and out with counted pattern—while listening to Jungkook fuss around him. He hears clatters and hums of him moving here and there, even manage to change his sweaty shirts into more comfortable hoodie and sweatpants. By the time he already on 50 counts, Jungkook already beside him and they walk toward his car.
"How are you feeling?", Jungkook looks at him as he starts the engine and buckle himself up. His chest relaxing a little at the sight of his pregnant boyfriend slightly gains a little color on his cheeks—either from exhaustion or he feels better, he didn't want to know. But at least Jimin isn't actively throwing his guts out and whimpering in pain, that's good enough for him.
"Hurts.. everything", Jimin breathes out. "Contraction still going and i think its getting closer", he shifts. His back truly bothering him.
"Still nauseous?", Jungkook continues as he swerves into the road.
"A little", Jimin hums, gazing out of the window. "Do you have any sick bags?"
"It's in the dashboard right in front of you", Jungkook frowns, looking at him. "Why?"
"Just in case"
"Just tell me when i need to pull over, okay?"
"Mhm"
Jungkook looks at the older again and let his grip on the steering wheel relax a bit. They are okay. Jimin will be okay. Jimin is strong.
The rest of ride filled with low hums of radio and Jimin counted breathes, that subconsciously making Jungkook match his breathing patterns to it—the yoga class really not lying. It relax him a bit.
He throws another glance at Jimin when the counts stop a bit longer. His heart starts to pound as he met with an expression that he's too familiar with the past months. "Open the dashboard hyung, breathe"
Jimin nods, shakily open the dashboard and put the bag into his mouth. He moans into it, "I'm going to—uuurrk"
"That's it hyung, breathe", Jungkook hums, eyes moving quickly as he try to keep an eye on his hyung vomiting and how to change the lane into the slower one. He grimaces when a loud and harsh gag drown the sound of cars behind him honking.
"Kook-ah", Jimin chokes out, barely lifting his head as his lips still actively spilling trickles of water and saliva. "Tissue please?"
Jungkook reaches the tissue beside him and hands it over, "Want me to pull over hyung?"
"No—aah fuck", he moans as contractions passes through him, "I'm okay. We need to hur—uurrrkk", and retches again. Hard enough he almost slams his head over the dashboard as his body curls along with it. He fills the bag for another 5 minutes, a particular big wave rushes through him as Jungkook turn the car—before it stops and left him sags into the seat, panting and sweating profusely. "How long again?"
"8 minutes", Jungkook answers. "Better?"
"No", Jimin sniffles, looking around for trashcan they both kept ever since his pregnancy. "Not until i push this baby out"
"I will drive faster, okay?", Jungkook glances at him, "Get more bag if you need"
Jimin groans as he squeezes his eyes shut, a harsher contractions rush. "Okay.. okay"
***
Somehow, through sheer force of will, Jimin manages to stop throwing up—at least long enough until they arrived at the hospital.
He's still nauseous, though. Badly so. That was the longet car rides he ever been.
His stomach churns with each tiny motion of the car, each subtle bump in the road, each turn and speeding over other cars. It takes every bit of concentration he has just to keep the next round of vomit at bay. He's sure his hand has already left some marks over his stomach with how much it moves in slow circles, trying to soothe the churning, restless ache beneath his palm.
By the time Jungkook put off the engine, Jimin wastes no time to free himself from the seatbelt, almost jumping out of the car if he doesn't remember his predicament now. He sways a bit as his swollen feet touch the ground, bracing his right hand on his knee and left one over the car door. He hears Jungkook run toward him just in time as he bend forward with an airy nauseated burps.
"Again hyung?"
Jimin barely nods as he burps again, he shudders at the taste. "I'm so sic—uuurrrk", stream of water sprays out of his lips into the asphalt below him. Forming a big puddle. He sucks 2 quick breath of fresh air before he curls further, more productive vomit splatters over his tiptoes. He recognizes some of it as meager crackers and milk he ate for brunch.
"Fuck..", his ears rings. He moves his right hand to craddle his bump tightly, pressing some of sore points that the contraction feels more intense, before gurgling out more vomit out. Jungkook has to pull him backward so his shoes doesn't get coated with it. "Kook, i feel sick—uuurrkk"
More.
More.
And more.
And right as he feel wetness over his legs.
He keeps going, like his body doesn't know how to stop after being surpressed from releasing itself for the last 15 minutes of trip. He barely register anything around him over his retches and heaving—when suddenly theres a few people around him that isn't Jungkook, and a wheelchair.
Right as he let out the last dry heaves that left his knees buckles, and he topples over the wheelchair.
"Kook-ah", Jimin croaks out with the last energy he has as they wheel him inside the rush of hospital.
Notes: OH MY GOD I DIDN'T THINK I DISAPPEARED FOR SO LONG. I'm so so sorry about that, especially after promising and promising I was writing ... and I know there are SOOOO many wonderful things I still have to read and comment on, which I absolutely plan to in the next few days. I did disappear due to high amount of schoolwork (wow, who would've thought college is WORK LOLLL) and I've had lots of doctors appointments and planning (very overdue, and apparently now I have like 3-5 chronic conditions) but I really love all the prompts for sicktember (even though its October LOL) and will finish every single one of them no matter how long it takes omg. If you got this far into reading, thank you and hope your day is at least going ok!!
“Jiminie,” Hoseok shouts, his already loud voice nearly deafening in the morning, “time to wake up! We have dance class today!”
Now, Jimin loves his roommate. They both started as roommates in a random match during freshman year, Hoseok having taken a gap year due to health issues, but taking classes now that his condition is more manageable, and now in junior year, they had continued to be roommates. It was easy to like Hoseok. He’s caring, sweet, funny, the absolute definition of the parent friend, and it also helped that they were both dance majors.
But this is the first time in his life that Jimin has wished that Hoseok wasn’t so pert in the mornings. And really, how is one so awake at ass o’clock in the morning?
A quick glance at the clock tells him that it’s almost eight in the morning but still, who is really functioning until at least noon?
“Hobi-hyung, I think I’m sick.” Jimin tries even though he, in fact, is not sick and just tired from gaming all night. He just wants another few minutes, or hours, in bed.
Jimin almost feels bad when Hoseok immediately drops his dance bag onto the floor with a loud clang (probably his almost three-pound-each-sneakers) and immediately heads over to his side and feels his forehead. His Hyung looks really concerned. But he supposes Hoseok was the one to sign them up for an eight AM class. Maybe he should play into this whole sick thing.
He exaggerates a fake but loud cough. “I’ve been coughing all night. I’m exhausted.” And then he rasps, “I think I’m losing my voice too.”
Hoseok coos. “Oh, my poor Jiminie. Lay here. I’ll go make you some tea.”
And just as quickly as he came, Jimin is now left with his own thoughts. Does he feel bad for lying? Yes. That is a thought that occurs to him.
But sleep.
Which means that the next few hours are bliss. He lays in bed with Hoseok waiting on his hands and knees for him (though he tells Hoseok to actually get off his knees because Hoseok has bony knees so he knows kneeling hurts his hyung. Jimin is cruel today, but not that cruel)
Later on, while Hoseok is in the kitchen making more tea, Jimin’s phone starts to buzz.
“Yeobseyo?” he answers, flipping onto his back and his phone pressed to his ear.
“Jiminie?” Taehyung’s voice vibrates through his ear, making him shiver at the deepness of it. “Are we still meeting for lunch today? I really hope we are, because I just picked up my shirt from the dry cleaners.”
His brow furrows. “Dry cleaners? We’re literally going to McDonald’s.”
Rich people, his brain supplies, so he leaves it at that. Last year Taehyung had gotten bored and with his allowance money he had been saving since the age of seven, had bought a Panda Express location in America, bringing in a quick thousand dollars, which has only grown since then.
“So we’re still meeting?”
Balancing a tray with soup and meds in one hand and holding a mug of tea with the other, Hoseok uses his (socked and clean) foot to nudge down on the door handle.
Instead of his sweet, sick Jiminie, he’s met with the younger dancer laughing loudly with his phone pressed to his ear and kicking his feet up and down like he does when he’s happy.
“Okay!” Jimin says loudly. “I’ll meet you at McDonalds in an hour. I just have to convince Hoseok-hyung that I’m ...”
His voice trails off and his eyes widen in horror when he sees that Hoseok is standing next to him. “Oh shit.” he mumbles and then hangs up. His voice goes raspy again. “Tae is taking me to the doctor ...?”
But he’s lying. And Hoseok feels hurt by it. All this to escape an early class?
“Jimin, you’re not really sick, are you.” he asks, trying to keep his voice steady. He can’t show weakness to a man-child, especially not now. He was lied to? How could his sweet Jiminie do this to him.
At least now, Jimin looks remorseful. “I’m sorry, Hobi-hyung. Believe it or not, I’m not actually sick. I just didn’t want to go to class. It’s too early.”
Too early? By the time they have to leave for class, Hoseok has already done a load of towels, his white clothing, most of his darks, studied for whatever test he has the week after, made breakfast for him and Jimin, practiced his routines, and swept the floors. (Typical upstairs neighbor behavior)
“How could an 8AM be too early?” he chokes out, still feeling betrayed.
Jimin frowns and looks down. “I’m sorry, Hobi-hyung. I made you miss class and take care of me.”
Then he adds, “It really won’t happen again.”
Hoseok sighs, unsure now, but ultimately deciding to give his roommate a second chance. “Okay.”
It’s a week since what they’ve dubbed “The Incident” (though there’s so many incidents with other people that they should probably change the name) and though Jimin never wants to see that look on his hyung’s face ever again, there is no way he is going to that vegan restaurant with Hoseok. First of all, Hoseok isn’t even vegan??? He’s seen Hoseok at an all you can eat, and that man wouldn’t become vegan if his life depended on it. And second of all, the only reason Jimin was needed is because Hoseok was too scared to go up to the cashier and order food.
So of course he does the only thing he knows how to do to get out of it.
“Hobi-hyung, I’m so sorry. My stomach hurts really badly. I think I put too much cheese in my ramyeon earlier. This dairy is killing me.”
Hoseok frowns, looking a little suspicious, especially after last week’s events. “Maybe you just need medicine?”
Jimin internally sighs. He’s going to have to play into this a little more. “Maybe. I took some a couple minutes ago, and it still hasn’t kicked in.”
His hyung seems a little more convinced now. “Oh, poor Jiminie. Do you want me to grab you a heating pad?”
“I’ll get it. I’m about to-”
He fake gags and hops off his chair, rushing to the bathroom to “throw up.” Hoseok wouldn’t follow him, hating just the thought of it.
“I’ll go by myself.” Hoseok squeaks and a moment later, the door slams shut.
Immediately, Jimin feels bad but then he thinks of the vegan cheese he could be eating instead and suddenly, pretending to vomit doesn’t seem so bad after all.
His little stunt probably bought him at least an hour or two (since Hoseok is now going alone, it’ll probably take him at least 20 minutes to talk himself into going up to the counter to order and then he’ll probably take a good few minutes to take pictures of the food before eating and then the pictures of himself eating) so Jimin exits the bathroom and throws himself onto the couch.
The next hour passes like that. At some point he gets up from his little couch nest and grabs a pint of ice cream from the freezer and he’s halfway through an episode of whatever show he had been streaming when the front door slams open and Hoseok’s loud voice echoes through the room. “Jiminie, you’’ll never guess who-”
And it’s like deja vu. Hoseok stops in his tracks and stares wide-eyed at him. “I thought you were having a dairy reaction.”
Jimin winces. “I was? But then I figured once I was done throwing up that ... ice cream would make it better?”
Hoseok sniffles and looks as though he’s been punched in the gut, which he has before and Jimin never “How could you keep lying to me?”
Well ...
Hoseok turns around. “I can’t be here right now. I need another veggie wrap.”
The next morning, at around 6 AM, Jimin wakes up feeling god-awful. There is no way that after all of that, he’s actually sick now.
After a hard debate on whether to get out of bed or not, he decides to stay in bed, which results in him falling back asleep almost immediately. Maybe the yuckiness would go away by the time he woke up again.
Except an hour and a half later, Hoseok is now shaking him awake. “Jiminie, we have class soon.”
“Ugh.” he groans, feeling as though a horse and carriage has run him over. “Hobi-hyung, I can’t go to class. I’m not feeling well.”
His heart falls as Hoseok’s face contorts, not into an expression of disgust, but one of disappointment, of one who’s been lied to one too many times this week. And Jimin doesn’t blame him, no, he would never blame his hyung for something he brought upon himself but right now, Jimin feels like shit.
“Hobi-hyung, I promise I don’t feel good this time. I wouldn’t lie again.”
He really wouldn’t, because his head aches too much to even think about lying. How he feels right now is something akin to how he feels after going to one of Jackson’s parties. Tired and sore.
Hoseok still looks unsure. “Jimin-ah, the class. Y’know, we can’t keep skipping it.”
Jimin is frustrated now. Why won’t Hoseok believe him. He feels tears building up in his eyes and coupled with the pounding headache, it’s making him feel sicker. He just wants a warm hug and he wishes he never lied to his hyung because this type of karma is just cruel. Maybe Hoseok cursed him or something while he was sleeping. He wouldn’t blame him if he did.
“Jimin?” Hoseok asks in a quiet voice. “Please don’t cry.”
He’s crying?
The next moment, there’s a cool hand on his forehead and the bed dips down slightly as Hoseok sits next to him. “You do have a fever this time.”
“I’m sorry, Hobi-hyung!” Jimin cries, ignoring the burning of his throat as he does so. “I swear I’ll never lie to you again! Please uncurse me or something!”
“Curse?” Hoseok’s head tilts to the side in that cute way he does when he’s confused and doesn’t understand something. “Why would I curse you?”
“Because I lied to you so many times! Honestly, I would curse me if I were you.”
Hoseok lets out a loud laugh which does not help at all for Jimin’s headache, but he would never say so because he loves Hoseok’s laugh. “Minnie, I don’t even understand the rules of Monopoly. How would I even know how to curse someone?”
“I don’t know, Harry Potter or something? It’s possible!”
Hoseok lets out another loud chuckle, then seems to calm himself. “Now, you need to rest for that fever to go away. You go back to sleep, and I’ll bring you some tea when you wake up, okay?”
Jimin nods, relieved that he’s cleared things up with his hyung. “Okay. Thank you, hyung. I love you.”
Sicktember Day 5 - Worst Possible Timing
Fandom: BTS
Sickie: Jimin, and then...
Caretaker: Jungkook, Yoongi, Jin, and Namjoon exists.
Content: vomit
Happy Sicktember, y'all. I just got back from a con and a loooot of things happened so I'm off to a late start. But here goes!
“Oh no.”
Namjoon spins around from his seat on the plane to see Jungkook staring, wide-eyed, at their smallest member. Jimin, who’s clasped a hand over his mouth. He looks pale—no, really, he looks green. Namjoon doesn’t think twice—he tugs off his ball cap, about to pass it behind him to the youngest boy, but Yoongi (bless him) moves faster. He’s already got a plane sick bag open, and he holds it under Jimin’s mouth just in time for a mouthful of brown, rancid sludge to escape.
Namjoon grimaces. Beside him, he can feel Jin’s elbows poke him as he rummages through his bag for medication, tissues, something useful. Their manager to his other side is already sitting up, flagging the flight attendant.
They’re less than an hour away from LA, and they perform that night.
This is bad.
Helplessly, Namjoon watches as Jungkook rubs Jimin’s shoulders, the smaller vocalist vomiting almost nonstop. The bag in Yoongi’s hands looks like it’s getting heavy. And that is also a problem.
The manager hands Namjoon another sick bag. He opens it immediately, then stands up to hand it to Yoongi.
When Jimin takes a breath, Yoongi and Namjoon trade bags.
In hindsight, this is also a bad idea. Namjoon, their clumsiest member. Who is determined, as their fearless leader, to do something. He can close a bag, no issue.
The flight attendant comes with a cup of ice and a larger plastic bag to collect the waste.
And that’s when there’s a moment of turbulence.
Namjoon’s hand loses its grip. His quick reflexes catch the bag—
Jimin pukes again, into the new bag.
Jin shouts something that sounds like Namjoon’s name, but he’s distracted by the thick, wet, vile-smelling slime that splashes on his $200 tee, and immediately soaks through and presses against his abdomen. And it’s warm, and to Namjoon, that is the worst part.
Another flight attendant runs over with napkins, there’s shouting all over, and Namjoon?
Poor Jimin caught a bad stomach bug on his trip with Jungkook. Jungkook pouring and giving him medicine while he looks absolutely miserable in bed has me in tears 😢
Can I request a sick jm with a throat infection so bad that he has a high fever (maybe delirious) and when tries to talk he can’t and the caretakers shush him
Caretaker Jin/Hobi/Yoongi
Heere is a cute Jiminie whump!! :) 💜
No words
Sickie: Jimin
Caretakers: Jin, Yoongi and Hoseok
Jimin noticed his throat was getting sore one late afternoon. They had a recording session recently and Jimin felt a bit warm. Over time, it steadily got worse..
Then at a meeting Jimin's voice started to go. He sounded hoarse and everyone gave him worried looks. Jimin felt like no one was actually listening to him, just focusing on how rough he sounded. Whenever he tried talking every word scratched his throat and he couldn't finish. Not only is it painful, but annoying too.
***
Jimin tried to eat his lunch but found it hurt to swallow. The pieces of food slipping down his throat felt like scraping. Jimin winced in pain and held his throat. He couldn't finish but he didn't care, his throat felt so inflamed.
Jimin grew increasingly fatigued and felt too warm to be wearing a sweater. "It's h-hot in here--" His raspy voice cut off with a squeak.
"Jimin you don't sound too good" Yoongi mentioned. "What's wrong with your voice?"
"I s-sound fine" Jimin tries to say but it isn't convincing at all. His throat feels so itchy that he wants to scratch it with a straw. (As weird as that sounds.)
Jimin tries to sip from his water bottle but it hurts to swallow too much. He whines and holds his throat despairingly.
"My t-throat h-hurts--" Jimin can't finish his sentence, his throat is so raw he wants to cry.
"Awwh, Jiminah" Yoongi rubs his shoulder and runs his hand through his bangs. "Shh, don't try to talk..Oh gosh you feel warm too!"
They quickly wrap up the meeting that was almost done.
***
When Jimin gets home he's exhausted. His fever spiked and he can't think straight. Seokjin and Hoseok walk him to bed it feels like he's floating.
Jimin's fever is so high he's getting delirious. He can't tell where he is despite being in his own bed. He keeps thinking he hears things outside and tried getting up twice but his hyungs stopped him.
"There's nothing out there Jiminah, I promise" Hoseok coaxes.
"H-hyung--" Jimin tries to say, his voice wheezing.
"Shhh, don't strain yourself baby" Hoseok murmurs to the younger. "You'll just make it worse."
Jimin pouts in frustration; he can't speak and his throat is on fire. When he heard that they'll be recording next month Jimin worried inside. What about his voice??
Seokjin can tell he's stressed. "Try to relax Jiminah. I'll make some tea with honey for your throat."
Jimin just nods, his eyes half open. Jimin desperately wants to sleep but his throat hurts too much. He tries another lozenge, halfway done the pack. They help a little but only temporarily.
Jimin could've sworn he heard something again, like weird muffled voices near his door. (It's just Yoongi and Seokjin talking about Jimin seeing a doctor for his throat.) Jimin's eyes widen and he sits up more. The voices sound stranger and he can't understand what they're saying. His fever is still playing tricks on him.
Jimin hears the door creak open and it freaked him out. He gasped and almost fell out of bed.
"Whoa Jimin, it's just me, Jin hyung" Seokjin comes in with tea. "It's okay baby. You're in your bed, at home, with your hyungs."
Jimin sighs with relief, sinking back in the bed. He accepts the cup, feeling silly for freaking out like that.
Jimin sips on the tea and can really taste the honey. Seokjin put a lot in there but it helps coat his throat and brings some relief.
"Dont worry so much Jiminah. You'll be fine again well before next month." Seokjin rubs his arm.
i had a sudden idea for a fic req. maybe poor jimin has a cold during one of bts' important meetings? like their speeches with UN and this makes jimin feel bad.
I struggled so much with this I don't know why..it's a bit short compared to my normal work. Forgive me🙏
I'm sorry it didn't turn out well, but the more i try to redo it, the more i hate it😅
"I don't know if I can do this..." Jimin eyes shifted to the others,watching them get ready for their own speeches, but no matter how hard I tried to suppress my cough to get through mine,I can't even get a quarter way before the painful cough escapes.
"Did you take the medicine before we left?" Hobi asks, looking up from his paper with worry in his eyes.
Jimin taking a tissue to spit the phlegm into. "I took medicine right when I woke up, and right after we got off the pla-" His coughing stops him from finishing the sentence, quickly grabbing a tissue to spit into, the mucus that filled his throat making him feel like gagging.
"Are you sure you don't just want to shorten your speech or just skip it all together? It sounds like you're losing your voice.." Jin suggests, but the idea of everyone else doing the speech was clearly out of the question.
Jungkookie is so nervous about it, I can see the paper shaking, and Namjoonie-hyung hasn't been able to sit still since we got here.. it wouldn't be fair for me to skip it, and I spent so much time on my speech.. I have to do this..
"No, no. I finally got my speech memorized. I'll mess up if I change..eh..eh..heh'tichiugh!" Jimin quickly covers his face, getting snot on the sleeves of his suit, pouting at the mess he made.
"Come on, Jiminie, let's get you cleaned up." Yoongi pulls Jimin by the elbow, leading him to the bathroom, wetting some paper towel to wash off the ends of his suit. "It's okay if you can't do it. If you're sick, you're sick. You can't control it." He dabs the mess away, careful not to just spread it further.
"I have to do this.. it won't feel right not to.. I'll just feel guilty the whole time.." Jimin sniffles, making him cough.
"Stop that, blow your nose." Yoongi scolds him, putting a hand on his shoulder before adding in a softer tone. "You'll just make yourself feel worse."
Jimin didn't think that was possible. He had to speak softer to stop his throat from hurting so much to talk, and his sinuses were so swollen it made his whole face hurt with a sharp headache, each cough just making the pain become intensify.
"Sorry, hyung.." Jimin went into the stall to get some toliet paper, trying to clear his nose while Yoongi washed his hands. No matter how hard he tried, it felt like there's no end. He sighed in annoyance, flushing the wads of tolietpaper down the toliet.
"You feeling any better?" Namjoon entered the bathroom to check on Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung peeking in the bathroom.
"Guys I'm fine..it's just a cold. I'm fine." Jimin gives him a smile, hoping if he keeps saying it, it would come true.
"It's time to go.." Staff calls to the members. "Is everyone ready?"
"As ready as I can be.." Jimin says, stifling a cough.
The boys look at him with worried expressions, following staff out of the room to meet with their president before going on stage.
Namjoon meets him first, bowing deeply and taking his hand. "Thank you for inviting us. It's a real honor."
"It's a pleasure to see you boys again." The president gives him a smile, greeting each boy with a warm hug.
Jimin tenses when he feels him squeeze him, a cough escaping his lips, quickly pulling away and bowing deeply. "I'm sorry..."
"Are you unwell?" The South korean president asked.
"It's nothing serious, I'm..I'm.." Jimin turns away from him, covering his face with his hands as a squeak of a sneeze comes out of him. "Hehitch!" He sniffles wetly, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as he turns back, bowing again. "I'm sorry."
"Bless you." Hoseok rubs his back, giving him a tissue for his dripping nose. "Here, Jiminie."
Jimin wipes his nose, feeling it trying to drip into his mouth. I'm so gross.. I'm supposed to be here to represent my nation..
"Do you think you can perform today?" The president asks with concern, making Jimin's heart skip a beat. He had almost forgotten they were going to record before the meeting.
"I'll be okay.." Jimin says, trying to keep his voice steady. He wasn't just performing for army.. this was representing his nation. He couldn't mess this up.
"You got this.. I'll be here to back you up okay? I've been memorizing your lyrics with Taehyungie hyungie on the plane just I'm case you needed help?" Jungkook tries to rub some of the tension out of Jimin's shoulders. He couldn't help him with his speech, but he could at least lend him his voice while they performed, just as Jimin did for him before.
"Thanks Gukkie.." Jimin gives him a small smile, appreciating the gesture, but he didn't want to put extra work on the younger members.
"We got five minutes before rolling." A staff member alerts them.
Jimin pops a cough drop into his mouth to try to soothe his raw throat, feeling the mentol numbing a bit of the pain away. "I'll be okay.. my throat feels a little better after the tea staff gave me. Just worry about your parts okay?" He sniffles, making Jungkook leave his side to find him a tissue.
Jimin blows his nose one last time before getting into position to perform with his members, checking that the lighting was okay and that everyone's mic was working properly. He put one hand over the other to keep the mic steady in his stretching hands.
"Testing, 1..2.." Jimin could hear his voice in his ear piece, grimacing on how he sounded, clearing his throat to see if it would help. "Ahh..ahh.." he makes more sound into the mic, relaxing when he sounds more like himself again.
"Jiminie you got this!" Hoseok cheered into his mic.
"Let's go J.M!" Namjoon joins in.
Jimin smiles, wishing he had as much confidence in himself as they did.
He heard staff counting down for the cameras to roll, taking a deep breath, coughing instead of exhaling. He apologizes when he hears them starts the count over, feeling the eyes of his concerned members watching him.
I can do this.. I have to do this..
Jimin wishes it wasn't him that was singing first, that he asked to change it to a song without so many high notes, but he couldn't bring himself to ask the members to do it with less than a 24 hour notice.
He took another deep breath this time his voice coming out, singing calmly into the mic despite his heart thumping loudly in his ears and hammering against his chest.
"Open my eyes I'm in the dark..The sound of my heart beating... When it's unfamiliar.."
He sings the lyrics with his eyes closed, pressing his palm by his throat to try to help ease the pain. This isn't even the high part.. but it hurts..
Jungkook takes over the next part, Jimin pursing his lips together as a cough tries escaping. He was glad they didn't have any choreography to do. He was already having a rough time breathing, his nose already stuffing up once more during Yoongi's part. He took a deep breath when he heard Jungkook singing, cursing himself for shaking so much.
"Maybe I fell in order to take the place of those countless stars..." Jimin's voice came out strained, cracking at the end, making tears start to well up in his eyes, quickly looking up to try to stop them, blinking rapidly, singing softer.
"The target of thousands of bright arrows is me alone, ayy.." Jungkook sings along with him.
The notes will only get higher from here..
Jimin feels Jungkook and Jin move on either side of him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and swaying him as they sing the chorus.
Jimin takes a shaky breath, smiling through his tears, wrapping his arms around the waist of his members. As if planned, Taehyung wraps his arm around Jungkook, the two singing the post chorus together,sharing Taehyung's mic.
Namjoon wraps around Taehyung and Hoseok to Jin as they sing their parts, Hoseok beckoning Yoongi over by opening up his arm, the rapper shyly joining in the line.
Jimin smiles, despite the tears that flowed down his cheeks, feeling the love pouring from his members. Jungkook kept his word, Taehyung and Jungkook harmonizing with him for his parts to cover up his mistakes, the boys moving outside during the last minute of the song, quickly jumping into the next.
Jimin felt his voice growing weaker and weaker as he sang the two youngest members', voices overpowering his by the end of the second song. He focused on the choreography, pushing his limits to try to put on a good, completely exhausted by the end of it.
"Cut!"
As soon as Jimin heard the word, he collapsed into the grass, coughing into his fist, screwing his eyes shut from the pain in his throat.
"Jimin-ah, are you okay? Do you need oxygen" Hoseok rushes to his side, rubbing upper chest try to loosen the mucus. "Please, could I have some water?" He asks staff, using his sleeves to wipe the sweat from Jimin's brow.
Jimin spits up phelm, taking deep breaths to try to slow his coughing. A staff member gives him a water bottle, Jimin giving him a quick bow before gulping it down, the cool liquid soothing his throat.
"I'm fi.." Jimin's voice was only a hoarse whisper, cracking at the end, his eyes widening. Oh no. This can't be happening. I have a speech to give..
"My..my voice.." Jimin feels his eyes water, burying his face in Hoseok's shoulder.
"Aiigo.. the performance was too much.." Hoseok coos sympathically, hugging him close. "It's okay baby, it's okay.. you gave it your all.."
"I should've told him not to sing. Im sorry, Jimin.." Namjoon felt guilty for letting him push himself past his limits, but Jimin shook his head.
"I wanted to do it.." Jimin looks up helplessly at Namjoon. "But..now..what about the speech?"
"I told you before not to worry about that..it's not important.." Namjoon pulls him close. "Don't worry about it, Jiminie. Just worry about getting better, okay? I can read it for you."
"But-"
Namjoon puts a finger on his lips. "No. No more talking. Let hyung handle it." He pulls the older card on Jimin. "You rest and don't cry.. you can't help it if you get sick.."
Jimin nods, knowing that even if he argued against him, he wouldn't be able to do it. Jimin takes the tissue staff offered him, cleaning up his face. As soon af the tissue touched his nose the sneezes he held back came one by one. "Heh..uughchi! Heh'itchi...Ha..hexifgh..! Heh'xxcghi!"
"My poor baby.." Hoseok rubs Jimin's back, trying to soothe him. "We'll have to get you more medicine when we get to the hotel.."
"I'm sorry.. for embarrassing everyone.." Jimin sniffles.
"You didn't embarrass anybody. It's perfect normal to be sick okay Jiminie?" Yoongi tells him in a serious tone.
"Yeah, we're proud you pushed through two songs when you were in such bad condition." Jin adds wiping Jimins eyes. "You're gonna make me cry.."
"So..I can..still go on stage and stand with you guys?" Jimin asks, voice cracking.
"What kind of question is that?" Taehyung sounds mock offended. "Of course you're going to be with us. You just got to stay quiet, and every time you try to talk I'll hit you with my shoe." He teases, untying his shoe.
"Taehyungie you better keep your shoes on while on stage. Dont embarrass me." Namjoon scolds playfully, getting a giggle out of the 95ers.
"Keep your sweaty shoe to yourself." Jimin whispers with a tiny giggle, pushing away the shoe Taehyung was threatening him with.
"I said no talking." Taehyung playfully hits Jimin in the thigh with the shoe. "Bad Jimin."
"Come on kids, we gotta get ready. Sick or not, we still have a meeting to attend.." Jin gathers up his members, going back inside.
"Jiminie remember, it doesn't matter what the world thinks. Only Army..and they'll understand you aren't always like this okay?" Hoseok tells him taking his hand. "Just get better soon okay?"
Jimin smiles, nodding his head, feeling himself calming down. He makes a heart to Hoseok, the older member smiling.
"I love you too Jiminie." Hoseok pulls Jimin close to kiss the top of his head. "A lot of people do, so take better care of yourself."
