Yoongi's lips quirk fondly in spite of himself. “Hyung.”
Seokjin pouts. “You're no fun.” He waves the spoon in his hand blindly in Yoongi's direction, nearly taking the rapper's eye out despite his lack of strength, in his current condition. “Yoongiii. Feed me?”
Yoongi quickly plucks the spoon out of the eldest's grasp, returning it to its place in the bowl of jook balanced in his lap. “You can't feed yourself, hyung?” He asks, just a little bit teasing. He can't help it - Seokjin rarely ever shows vulnerability in front of the members, preferring to stubbornly hide how unwell he's feeling until he's alone, in the solitude of his bedroom. So despite Seokjin's semi-delirious state, clearly too sick to even move - or feed himself, Yoongi loves that his hyung is allowing him to take care of him now.
Not that he'll ever admit that out loud.
Seokjin makes a valiant effort to struggle up by his elbows - an effort quickly thwarted by Yoongi, who stands quickly to push him back onto the pillows, careful not to overturn the bowl of jook in the process. A terrible bout of flu had left the eldest weakened and uncoordinated in the last week, thankfully sparing the rest of the members. Yoongi just knows that Jungkook would be making jokes about how Seokjin's poorer health was due to him being old for weeks, once he was recovered enough to banter with him like usual.
In the meantime, Yoongi returns to his seat and holds up the bowl of jook, saying, “I'm already feeding you, hyung. Which you'd realise if you could stop stealing the spoon every five minutes.”
Seokjin stares at him for a beat, then flops back onto the pillows with a groan. “If I had the energy to move, I'd smack you.”
“No energy if you don't eat, so-” Yoongi scoops up a spoonful of jook, blowing on it dramatically - “say ahhh.”
The unimpressed look he gets in return is so characteristically Seokjin that Yoongi can't help but laugh, despite his best efforts to hide his unapologetic grin.
A/n: Ironically, I got taken down by the flu a few days ago and painfully wrote this inbetween coughing my lungs out 🥲 i am having the BEST TIME watching all the arirang world tour content though, so there's that!
I don't know how you guys managed to guess so accurately, but we already have all members revealed! We are still making slow headway with the prompts, but we're getting there! 😝
Prompt: "It's the middle of the night, why are you up?"
Sickie: Seokjin | Caretaker: Taehyung | Word Count: 385
Taehyung gasps for air as he shoots upright.
After a quick glance around (up, down, then back and forth three times, and while he’s at it he nods his head in a few lazy circles), he deems the room safe. Nothing is out of place, and nothing seems abnormal.
Why is he even awake at … (a quick glance at his watch) 2:49 AM?
He rubs his tired eyes and then rolls out of bed. It must’ve been the Big Bird dreams again. Maybe he should go to the bathroom if he’s already up.
On his side quest, he steps over a sleeping Jungkook in the hallway, expertly side-steps a sleep-deprived Yoongi shuffling down the hallway with a scarily large mug undoubtedly filled with coffee, and pushes over a sleepwalking Namjoon.
Nothing too out of the ordinary, he muses, all things considered, considering who he lives with.
He opens the bathroom door, cursing a little when the door creaks loudly. Taking a step forward, his foot is met with a perfectly triangular, muscular shoulder.
Is that Hoseok …?
No. He’s not triangular.
In his mind, Taehyung goes through a list of the members.
Taehyung?
Oh that’s him.
Could it be Namjoon? Nah, already ran into him.
Yoongi? Nope.
Oh he’s forgetting his Seokjin-hyung.
That’s who this is!
“Jin-hyung?” He starts cautiously. “Did you mean to fall asleep here? Because if so, I’ll leave you alone. If not, then I’m still gonna leave you here.”
His hyung grunts. “It’s the middle of the night, why are you up?”
Taehyung blinks owlishly in response. “Why am I up? I could ask you the same question. Aren’t you so old that you go to bed after you do the dishes?”
Seokjin scowls, though Taehyung notices how rough his voice is when he speaks next. “Hobi-ah goes to bed before I do, but you never call him old. And I really don’t want to have this conversation with you while I’m lying on the bathroom floor.”
“Well unlike for you, I hold respect for Hobi-hyung.” Taehyung counters. “And I’m guessing the reason you’re on the bathroom floor is because of your fever?”
“Fever?” Seokjin sounds genuinely confused. “I don’t have a--”
He doubles over in a fit of coughing, which proves Taehyung’s point.
I'm unhappy with my current drafts so I'm just gonna write just whatever comes to mind. No matter how it ends up, I'm gonna post it. Forgive me if it's not good. Some days, you just have to write just for the enjoyment and not care about results.
As Jin is returning soon he's the target of my story
Warning: emeto, fever.
Sickie: Jin with a bit of Yoongi. (Because my mind said so)
Caregivers: ot7
Jin presses his forehead against Yoongi's shoulder, trying to shield his eyes from the light that caused pain to ripple across his aching head.
"What's wrong Hyungie? Your breathing is off.." Yoongi speaks softly to him, running his hand through his hair. Yoongi couldn't recall Jin ever getting sick from flying. Seokjin is usually the one caring for the younger members, him included.
"All the flashing lights at the airport gave me a headache that's all.. I'll be okay." Jin picks up his head to talk to Yoongi, but Yoongi pushes him back down when he sees a flash of pain in Seokjins eyes.
"I got some medicine to help with the pain, just rest now. Okay? Let me take care of you this time Hyungie" Yoongi digs through his carry on for some pain relievers and an eye mask frowning when he hears only a single pill rattling. Sh*t.. will this be enough to help? I thought I had more.
"This should help at least a little..it's only 200mgs though.." Yoongi speaks softly, not wanting to risk making his hyung feel worse. "I'm sorry..I'm usually better prepared for travel.."
"No, no its okay. Thank you..this will be enough to help. Its not that bad really..I'll just sleep it off." Jin swallows the small pill, drinking the bit of water he had left in his bottle, covering his eyes up, leaning his head back against Yoongi.
Yoongi tries to gently massage Jin's temple to help ease the pain, relaxing when he hears the older’s breathing slow as he falls asleep. "I hope you feel better soon.." he whispers, brushing Jin's hair behind his ear when he sees it tickling Jin's ear, making him twitch in his sleep.
"What's wrong with Seokjinnie-hyung?" Namjoon whispers when he sees Yoongi's worried expression, taking out his headphones.
"Hyungie isn't feeling well, he said he just had a headache, but it sounds like he was suppressing coughs while we were going through the airport.." Yoongi whispers underneath his breath, Namjoon having to read his lips and lean forward to understand him.
"I'll get some medicine for him.." Namjoon promises, knowing Yoongi wouldn't want to risk waking up Jin by trying to flag down a staff member.
"That'd be great, thanks Namjoon-ah.. i gave him what i had, but i don't think its enough..Namjoon... could you ah..get me some water too?" Yoongi asks in a small voice.
"Are you feeling sick too?" Namjoon furrows his brow with worry when he sees that Yoongi's cheeks lacked color.
"I'm fine. I just took the medicine for motion sickness a little too late. It'll pass in a bit.. Don't worry." Yoongi gives Namjoon a reassuring smile, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach. There's no focus point in the sky like in a car to help.. maybe I'll try to sleep too..
"Tell me if you still feel sick an hour after landing okay hyung?" Namjoon orders gently. "Just because Seokjinnie-hyung is feeling sick doesn't mean how you feel isn’t just as important.."
"I will, Joon-ah.. thank you.." Yoongi leans his head against Jin's closing his eyes, finding comfort in the familiar scent of Jin's shampoo filling his nostrils. It's a short flight.. just two and a half hours.. when I wake up, we'll be landing.. I'll feel better then..
"Hyung.." Yoongi calls to Jin, who was still asleep on his shoulder. "We landed. You need to wake up now.. Hyung.." he gently shakes his shoulder to try to jostle him awake.
"Mmmn? What?" Jin blinks his eyes slowly, trying to process what the oldest rapper was saying to him, removing the blind fold. "Yoongi..?"
"Hyungie we landed. It's time to get off the plane.." Yoongi repeats himself patiently, waiting for recognition to light up in Jin's eyes.
"Ah..right.. the award show.." Jin sits upright, wincing at the tension in his neck. "I slept in that position too long.."
"I'll see what I can do about it while we're in the car. I'm sorry, me sleeping against your head probably made it worse.." Yoongi gently rubs the back of Jin's neck, feeling the tension that limited Jin's movement.
"Yoongi please don't.. that hurts.." Jin pushes Yoongi's hands away, wincing at his touch."I'll ask for a heat pack.."
"I'm sorry Hyungie. I'm sorry.." Yoongi frowns, his eyes dilating with worry, his stomach knotting with guilt.. "You might need to make an appointment to see a chiropractor."
"Don't worry so much Yoongi-yah. You just wanted to help and i appreciate it, but it's okay. it's not that bad, but I'll talk to staff if it'll make you feel better." Jin smiles through the pain, putting a hand on Yoongi's shoulder. "Let's get off this plane. I'm gonna take a shower and nap until we need to work."
"Alright Hyung, here.. you can wear my hat. It'll help block the camera lights." Yoongi unsnaps his hat from his carry on bag, placing it on Jin's head and snapping it to fit him. "I'll lead you. Just keep your head down."
Jin nods, taking Yoongi's elbow. "Ready."
Yoongi leads Jin off the plane, moving quickly to get past the mob of photographers, reporters and fans who filled the airport, all screaming for them to look in their direction.
Jimin tries to ask them to move so they can have a path, making hand motions to clear the way, Taehyung trying to shush the crowd, but it was in vain.
"Not so fast..I can't keep the pace.." Jin tries to pull away from Yoongi, but Yoongi grabs onto his arm, nearly tripping over their security guard when he quickly stepped in front of him to push a girl's arm away from grabbing onto Yoongi.
"I'm sorry Hyung..but you'll get trampled if we don't keep going this speed.. i can see the car. Please bear with it a little longer." Yoongi couldn't tell if Jin heard him over the chaos, but Jin didn't try to pull away. Namjoon went on the other side of Jin, Jungkook walking behind him, keeping a hand on Jin's shoulder.
"I..I'm going to be sick.." Jin swayed, swallowing hard refusing to let himself, the only thing keeping him on his feet is Yoongi and Namjoon holding him in a tight grip.His stomach churned his body reaching its limits. Theres so many flashes..it's making me dizzy..and the screams..my head is splitting..
Yoongi gets in the car first, pulling Jin in with him. Namjoon and Jungkook follow right behind, Hoseok pulling the door shut behind him.
"Hyung are you okay?" Yoongi asks speaking softly, rubbing his hand across his shoulder. "We're out of the crowd now. It's okay.." Yoongi tries to comfort Jin when he realizes he's shaking.
Jin shakes his head, afraid to open his mouth to speak. He places his hand over his face,his muscles tightened around his abdomen, pushing up thick bile into his throat. No..not now..please..
Namjoon acts quickly when he notices the color completely drain from Jin's face, knowing whats coming before Jin even clamped his hand over his mouth. "Sh*t, Fu*k.." he curses, reaching forward to ruffle through the center console, finding a plastic bag.
Jin tried to hold it back while Namjoon searched for something, swallowing down the bile, but it ended coming right back up with more force. He felt the warm sick fill his hand only upsetting his stomach even more.
Namjoon quickly opens the plastic bag for Jin, holding it underneath him. Yoongi looks for napkins, using the water from his carry on to wet it, taking Jins hand to clean it.
"I-im..I'm sorr..sorry.." Jin whimpers in between heaves, throwing up into the bag Namjoon held open as wide as possible.
"Hyung no, don't be sorry. Things happen..you can't help being sick. It's okay." Yoongi wets another napkin, swallowing the spit that pooled in his mouth. I can handle this. It's no big deal.. I can just wash my hands later..I can't get sick too..hyungie needs help..
Yoongi quickly tosses the soiled napkin in the bag in-between heaves, checking Jin's hand once more to be sure he got it all before taking his hand in his, rubbing his knuckles. His heart clenched when he saw Jin's eyes pooling with tears as another mouthful pushes up.
Hoseok buried his face into Jungkooks shoulder, his stomach churning sympathetically at the sound of Jin.
"Hang on, I'll help.. Hobi-hyung just wait.."Jungkook ruffles through his pocket, finding his headphones and sticking them in Hoseoks ears, turning on music to try to help. The distraction of helping Hoseok helped him hold back his emotions.
Namjoon tried to keep Jin's mind distracted so he didn't notice the others around him, talking to him gently to try to keep the focus on him and not the fact Yoongi had lost the color to his face, Hoseok was fighting the urge to Vomit from the sound of him and the teary eyed Kook who couldn't stand seeing his brothers like this.
"You'll feel better once it's all out.. it's okay.. most of us have gotten airsick before..it's no big deal..just focus on breathing.. it's okay..it's okay.."
Jin let out another few mouthfuls of half digested food, his body trembling with effort, his energy draining. His muscles burned, pushing up less each time until nothing came but thick saliva.
"I..i..m..done now.." Jin speaks in a hoarse whisper, leaning against Yoongi, trying to catch his breath again. "I'm..I'm okay now.."
"Do you think you can drink some water?" Namjoon asks softly, his hands shaking as he ties up the bag, staff grabbing to take it from him. He's still really pale and his breathing is really rough.. I hope we can get to the hotel without any issues..we had to switch hotels twice when we were in the Phillipines..
"Namjoon-ah..calm down..it's okay..I'm feeling better than I look..really.." Jin coughs in between his sentences, ruining the comfort he was trying to give his anxious leader. Jin takes a drink of the water, hoping that would help soothe his nerves.
Namjoon pushes Jin's bangs out of his face, checking to see if he felt warm to the touch, relaxing when he hardly feels warmer than his own forehead. "Try to rest until it's time to get out hyungie.."
Jin nods, getting comfortable on Yoongi's shoulder, only taking a few minutes for exhaustion to hit.
"Hyungie.. the alarm is going off. Are you awake?" Taehyung calls softly to Jin from his bed in the hotel room they shared.
"I am now..."Jin yawns, rolling over to face Taehyung, closing his eyes when the bright light from the window hits his face, making him painfully aware of the pounding headache he had didn't go away even after napping and a couple pain relievers. "What time is it..?"
"It's four-thirty, we need to be ready in an hour to go to the show..I'm sorry to wake you.. I wanted to give you time to get ready.." Taehyung apologizes with a bow,feeling guilty to wake up Jin, his stomach knotting.
He quickly runs to close the blinds when he notices it is bothering his older brother. "Sorry. I didn't want to turn on the light..the bedside lamp is broken.."
"It's okay Vuu, don't apologize. You did the right thing. I'd hate to make staff have to work on dirty hair" Jin drags himself out of bed, trying to keep himself from shaking in front of Taehyung. "I'm going to shower. Could you choose me and an outfit?"
"Of course Hyung." Taehyung goes to Jin's suitcase to find something comfortable. Jinnie-hyung still looks pale.. I'll have to tell Namjoon..
Jin goes into the bathroom, taking a few shaky breaths. Why do I feel worse after sleeping? My head still hurts just as much as before and my muscles still burn.. I need to pull myself together..Namjoon needs me to be there for him. He gets so nervous at events like this..
He slowly strips out of his clothes, turning on the shower, sitting in the tub, letting the water cascade down his back, hoping the warmth could do something for the pain.
Jin is awake now, but I don't think he's feeling any better.. It's too early for him to take another dose of pain pills, though..
Taehyung makes a chat with the other members excluding Jin.
Medical staff hasn't landed, the other flight got delayed.. they won't be here until tomorrow. Staff is looking for a local doctor that will come see him. If he gets any worse tell me. I'll get staff to take him to the hospital.
Namjoon texts. He had already wanted to find him help as soon as they landed, but finding a doctor that makes house calls last minute when it wasn't an emergency wasn't working in his favor.
Taehyung felt his heart fluttering with worry when he hears Jin coughing hard in the bathroom, rushing to check on him. "Are you throwing up hyung..?"
"No, no I'm okay..my throat is just sore from getting sick like that earlier." Jin reassures Taehyung, trying to clear his throat.
"I'll make you some tea Hyung." Taehyung places the clothes he chose for Jin on the counter, going to the keurig and placing a green tea pod inside.
Taehyung returns to the bathroom letting the tea brew. "Hyung do you want me to wash your hair? Maybe a scalp massage will help your headache."
"Alright.. but you aren't coming in here." Jin wets his hair once more before turning off the showerhead, the water running in the bath, hitting his feet.
Taehyung opens the curtains, taking the shampoo and creating a lather, massaging it gently into Jin's scalp. "I'm not being too rough am i?"
"No..it feels nice.." Jin hums, closing his eyes when Taehyung washes his bangs, the gentle circles ebbing a bit of the pain away to make it more tolerable.
Taehyung feels his shoulders relax when he hears Jin's soft sigh, giving him a sign that he was doing something to help ease the pain that plagued his eldest hyung. "Does your stomach still hurt hyung?"
"It hurts, but like..don't feel like I'm going to throw up, but my sides burn when i take a deep breath..it's sore.." Jin tells him earnestly.
"Hang on, hyung.." Taehyung goes to the kitchen, getting the ice bucket. He fills it with water halfway, using it to get the soap out of Jin's hair without having to shove his head under the sink or stand in the shower. "Keep your eyes closed, please hyung..." Taehyung keeps one hand on Jins forehead, making a barrier to keep the soap from running down into Jins eyes.
Jin obeys, pawing at his sore stomach, trying to rub the pain away. "Thank you Tete.." Jin says with a gentle smile when Taehyung finishes up with his hair, holding back a cough. "You should focus on getting ready yourself, I can wash up myself from here. I'm feeling much better now.."
"Okay hyung..I'll leave the door cracked..call for me if you need anything." Taehyung leaves, looking back at Jin before Jin pulled the curtain shut to turn back on the shower.
Washing him perked him up a bit, but he's got a cough now.. I hope he'll be okay to do the interview and performance..
Taehyung types his worries.
His throat is probably just sore from puking earlier, but I asked staff to get some medicine just in case.
Hoseok texts back, followed by Namjoon.
I'll do what I can to keep the questions off of him during the interview, and if he's not feeling well enough to perform, we can always have him sit it out.
Namjoon texts back,Taehyung feeling the tension in his shoulders loosen. The hyungs have it handled. I just need to do all i can for the team..
Okay. I made him some tea to see if that will help with his throat..
Taehyung quickly texts back, putting his phone down and returning to the kitchen to add a bit of sugar to try to combat the bitter of the tea.
Jin finishes up in the bath, wrapping a towel around his body, his knees folding underneath him when he tries to stand, dizziness making him crash onto the tile.
Taehyung runs to check on him when he hears the sound, checking his ankles for any sign of injury before getting him to his feet, sitting him up on the toliet to get him dry, rubbing a towel across his dripping body.
"Are you okay, hyung?" Taehyung says, voice a pitch higher with worry, checking Jin's legs for injuries, frowning when he sees a bruise forming on his knee."What happened?"
"I'm okay Vuu, I just fell. It's just a little bruise. It's no big deal." Jin tells Taehyung, trying to get his vision to focus on him. What's going on with me? My body feels so weak.. I need to pull myself together..
"Hyung please don't lie to me.. Are you sure you can do this? You don't look well.." Taehyung speaks softly, trying to dry Jin's hair with the towel, his his heart tightening when Jin coughs when he tries to answer.
Taehyung rubs his back, trying to ease the pain, sighing with relief when the cough stops as quickly as it begins, but that isn't good enough for him."Hyung, I don't think you should perform.. Please, consider sitting it out? At least the dancing?" He asks gently.
"I'm okay Taehyungie, I just caught a cold.. I'll take some medicine and go to bed early tonight." Jin reassures Taehyung sounding more confident than he really felt. Army worked hard to help us win this award..the least I can do is perform a few songs for them...
Jin coughs into his sleeve, trying to silence it to stop himself from interrupting Namjoon, who was politely answering the interviewers question. He feels a hand touch his thigh, looking at the owner of it, meeting the eyes of Jungkook.
The mankae offers him a water bottle, him taking it gratefully. 'Thank you..' Jin mouths, trying to wash down the foul taste of phlegm that his body kept coughing up.
Why do I feel worse after taking medicine? This isn't good..I'm performing soon..
"One last question for the group. This is the first time you'll be performing Destiny live. Army is so excited. Does it have choreography?" The interviewer asks, Jin's heart dropping into his stomach when the realization hits him.
That's right.. we've been practicing this song for a month now to show Army.. I can't let the sleepless nights we spent go to waste.. why do I have to have a center position..?
"It's okay Hyung.. you got this.." Jimin leans in to Jin, pressing his forehead against his cheek to comfort him, quickly pulling back when he feels the warmth. "Hyung-"
Jimin gets cut off by Namjoon’s voice. "This has been..."
"BTS.." Everyone speaks after him, ending the interview, the boys being rushed by staff to quickly get ready.
Jimin goes to go to Namjoon to tell him about Jin's declining health, but Jin takes his wrist. "Jimin-ah please, don't tell him.. I can do this.. I'll tell him after we perform Destiny. We worked so hard on it.. I won't be able to sleep tonight if I ruin this for everyone. It's only been twenty minutes since I took the medicine, it'll kick in by the time we perform. I'll ge okay.."
Jimin wanted to argue against him, but the determination and desperation in Jin's eyes made him give in. This means so much to him.. he'll regret it if he doesn't try and the guilt will only make him feel worse..
"Please Jimin?" Jin asks once more, knowing Jimin was close to giving in.
"Hyung please take it easy when you perform.. Army will understand if you don't give it your all..okay?" Jimin touches his shoulder, pleading in a whisper when he sees staff approaching them, giving them their mics.
"Five minutes until you perform."
Jin could feel the sweat already pooling at the back of his neck, covering up his mic to cough. He could hear Army starting the fanchant, waiting for the lights to come on.
Please..please I just need to last four minutes, please..
Jin pleaded with his body, his stomach twisting and churning with every movement, his head pounding at the sound of the screams he would normally cherish.
The lights turned on, making the screams louder as soon as Jungkook started to sing. Jin forced himself to move, his knee throbbing when he dropped to the ground to the beat, stumbling when he tried to quickly rise back to his feet.
Guilt churned his already sour stomach, bile trying to rise up his throat, but he continued to perform, ignoring his body's plea for him to stop. He moves to the next position, singing his part without letting the audience know how poorly he is feeling, quickly moving to side to cough, his throat unable to handle the notes he usually hit with ease.
Namjoon joins him, quickly getting him water before Hoseok finishes his verse. "Hyung you need to take it easy. I can see your hands trembling.. Are you okay?"
Jin doesn't answer him, taking the water from his hand and taking a drink,but the water his too heavy on his stomach, his body instantly pushing it up, placing his hand over his mouth, Vomit soaking his palm.
He could hear the crowd in front of him screaming in worry for him, his legs turning to jello, Namjoon quickly catching him before he hits the floor.
"Sh*t, Hyung.. we need to get you back stage, hang on.."
Namjoon flags staff over, the security guards leading him down the steps. Namjoon clenches his teeth, forcing himself not to follow Jin, quickly going back to the stage, nearly running into Jimin . It'll be too hard on the team for two of us to be missing. I'll check on him the moment we get off stage..
The members already knew what happened without Namjoon telling him, Jimin's voice trembling when he sings knowing he could've prevented it if he just told on Jin in the final place.
Jin is lead to the nearest waste bin, Mr. Lee holding him up as he throws up a thick liquid, his body trembling, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"I..i..ruined it.." He sobs, another mouthful of sick coming in-between reaches. "I let..everyone d..do.." his words get cut off by his stomach pushing up more hot sick, splashing into the bin.
"Don't speak. No one will blame you for being sick. Just focus on breathing right now.. okay Seokjin-sii?" Mr. Lee rubs his hand across Jin's back, feeling his body trembling with effort. "It's okay.. you need to calm down.."
Jin tries to take deep breaths, but each breath he tries to take only causes him to cough, his lungs screaming for air. "I...i..can't.."
After a few minutes he could hear the sound of his members rushing to him, Namjoon taking over for Mr.Lee. "hyung you can be so stubborn.. you should've told me you still felt like this.."
Jin felt Namjoon's arms wrap around his chest, supporting his weight as he dry heaves pushing up nothing but strings of spit "I'm..I'm sorry.." he answers in a raspy whisper, leaning into Namjoon, waiting for the waves of nausea to end.
"Hyung you dont have anything left in your stomach.. please try to breathe..." Namjoon adds softly, feeling himself sweat from contact, using his sleeve to wipe the sweat from Jin's face. "You're burning up.."
Jon focuses on breathing, the dry heaves dying down to coughs, pushing the can away from him, leaning into Namjoon. Namjoon gently lowers him gently moving him to be able to rest his head on his lap.
Yoongi wets a towel with a bottle of water, gently wiping the sweat from Jin's face, his heart tightening to see Jin's pained expression up close, his eyes tightly shut when he breathes in from his strained muscles.
"I'm sorry..I just wanted to do one.. song and I thought I had it.. under control.." Jins voice comes out soft, still trying to catch his breath, covering his face with his arm.
"Don't worry about that right now.. just focus on your breathing right now? Do you think you can drink some water?" Namjoon asks softly.
Jim shakes his head, his stomach churning at the thought of putting anything in his system. "Maybe...I should go to the hospital to get an IV.." he sits up slowly, holding his sore middle.
Yoongi places a hand on Jin's back to help him. "Hyung we weren't going to give you a choice on that one.. you really scared us Hyung.. especially Jiminie."
Jin looks around, his chest tightening when he sees Jimins eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Im sorry I should've tried harder to talk you into not performing.."
"Jimin-ah..come here." Seokjin pulls Jimin into a hug. "I shouldn't asked you to be quiet.. it's not your fault okay? It's just mine for letting my emotions get the better of..." he coughs, trying to cover it with his fist.
"The car is ready." Staff tells them.
"Thank you.." Namjoon says, gently leading Jin to his feet, feeling him tremble with effort. He's trying to act tough, but he's still so pale and shaky. "Let's get you taken care of.. no more hiding how you feel okay hyung?"
Thinking about Jin and Hobi bulking in the military (hot asf) but surely the eating more than usual or military exercising would have made their bellies upset or sick
Request: Can I have jin with indigestion? Maybe he ate and fell asleep right after? Caretaker namjoon?
sickie: Jin
caretaker: Namjoon
Tw: indigestion emeto mention nausea
word count: 745
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It wasn't Jin's intentionn to fall asleep but it just happened. jungkook was nestled cutely, resting his head on jin's lap. Before he knew it jungkook was snoring softly. Must have been a long day Jin thought to himself. Then namjoon came over and rested his head on his hyungs shoulder playing on his phone. Jin was just sitting there unable to move and not wanting to anyways, he was comfortable and warm. His eyes grew heavier and heavier until he gave up and let them close, only for a little while. Slowly falling to the beat of namjoons chest rising and falling and too jungkooks calm soft breaths. After a long day of work, everything and every member was now calm. Rain and wind could be heard outside. A storm that's been in the area since the beginning of the week. Somehow makes the calm setting even more sothing. In the house, every member was home. They'd just finish dinner together. Collectively the hyungs made a big pot of Galbitang soup. The dongsaeng's set the table and cleaned the kitchen. Dinner was delicious, there was plenty to go around enough for seconds. Every member ate until the pot was completely empty. Having a full belly made it easy to fall asleep on the couch. Jin hadn't regretted a single second of the most peaceful nap he'd ever had in his life. That was until he woke up. His eyes fluttered. His eyelids are still heavy with sleep. He woke up to jungkook still on his lap. There was something heavy beside him and his body was now slouched to the side. It was namjoon. Namjoon had abandoned his phone and joined the nap. Resting all his weight onto his hyung.
Jin put a hand on his stomach. It was still full after all this time. painfully full. He tried rubbing it to give it a bit of relief. The waistband of his pant dug uncomfortably deep into his belly. He received no relief from rubbing his belly. He tried applying pressure assuming he simply had a bit of gassy. Apply pressure only sure up his stomach. his stomach gurgled loudly making jungkooko stir in his sleep. There was a growing burning sensation in his middle. He tried to relax and fall back asleep. Deciding it will go a way on his own or he'd simply deal with it later. Every time his eyes fall shut his stomach would stir and gurgle and he'd be awake again. Jin was moving so much that jungkook moved from the older lap and fell back asleep. nausea began to settle in. climbing his throat and creeping up his tongue. Leaving a sour sick taste in his mouth. He gave up on trying to sleep and he could nono longer sit still withing the bloated pain in his tummy. When He felt namjooon move off his shoulder he assumed he was just gonna move off of him like jungkook did but instead joon sat up. joon looked sleepully into his hyungs eyes. "hyung" joon says in a soft sleepy voice. " is your stomach bothering you?" Jin blused, embarrassed. How did he know? didn't he just wake up? jin thought. " you keep moving and your stomach doesn't sound too good." namjoon says. " I think it's little indigestion" jin answers. "oh" is all namjoon says before laying back down on Jin's shoulder. Without even bothering to ask, namjoon slid his hand onto jin's tummy and slid it under his shirt. Jin was surprised his ears were a bright red. "nam-" is all he said before namjoon spoke over him. " wow hyung you seem very full did you eat too much? or are you bloated?" namjoon asked.
Namjoon started rubbing gently into his hyungs tight skin. " there is a lot of pressure." namjoon says still groggly from the nap. namjoon applies pressure to Jin's tummy. Jin felt pain rip through his middle and grabbed onto namjooons hand to stop him. " sorry hyung, I'll be more gentle. " Jin relaxed, letting his hand fall to his side as namjoon rubbed his belly. Applying less pressure than before. Jin's nausea began to die down. He felt more and more relaxed as namjoon rubbed into his belly. His eyes began to get heavier and heavier and he began to focus on the sound of the rain. Namjoon said something but he couldn't hear it he was already sound asleep again.
Warnings: I’m gonna tear at your heartstrings, I hope you don’t mind. Lots of sadness. Major character death.
Author: @cityofdreams-writing
Description: Namjoon finds out how it feels to lose a loved one.
Notes: This was inspired by The Truth Untold by BTS and Steve Aoki. The story is one that I relate to in many different ways. This also stemmed from the raw pain of losing a loved one that I was kind of close to. My grandmother. The sweetest, most caring person ever. It’s been quite a few years, but the pain is still new. I loved her with all my heart. Anyway, enjoy this angsty fic.
Soundtrack: Click!
"Hey Jin-hyung. I need to tell you something. Can you come outside to the willow tree at the park later today?"
"Yeah, of course!"
We met at 5 o'clock in the evening, the same time we first met.
"What did you need to tell me, Joonie?"
"J-Jin-hyung...I like you..."
"I'm sorry, Namjoon, I have a partner already..."
I cried so hard that day. I didn't sleep that entire week. I was devastated, heartbroken. The feeling weighed on me so badly. I felt ugly, wasted. All I wanted to do was drown the problems in alcohol. My friend Jimin stopped me from doing it. I'm glad he did. Alcohol wouldn't have done anything.
It took a while, but I had forgotten about it. Until I got a call from the local hospital that Jin was there. I panicked and nearly forgot my keys in the confusion. I drove there as fast as I could, running red lights and everything...
"Seokjin seemed to have kept vomiting up everything he ate. He felt weak and he had quite the cough. We looked more into the situation. We've realized that he has lung cancer...stage 4. The tumor is already infectious, this could spread if not treated properly. It's too big to get rid of..." The nurse that came out of the ICU told me.
I was scared...I might lose my best friend. My childhood friend. I forced a smile to mask the fear and sadness. "Thank you, noona." My voice was shaky and full of cracks.
She gestured. "You can go in and visit him if you want. He should be okay soon, just make sure he doesn't do anything too intense."
I nodded and headed inside, tears welling in my eyes as I saw Jin laying in the bed, looking so weak and fragile.
"Hyung..." That was the only word I could get out before my voice stopped working. It felt like I had a rock in my throat and couldn't speak. I just started crying as I fell by his side.
"Namjoon, come here..." His voice was gentle, calming, like water. I moved closer to him, and he patted my head, ruffling my hair in that way only he could. I cried harder, sobbing quietly, his gown becoming wet from my tears as I buried my face in his shoulder.
"Why are you crying over me? I'm not dead yet, there are so many things we could do!" Jin smiled, laughing, that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes like the spark of life, coming to his eyes. "We could film an Eat Jin* together, no?"
(*Eat Jin is Jin's mukbang show.)
That got a laugh out of me. "No! I don't have the same passion for food you do! That's specifically for you!" I hiccuped, wiping my tears away.
Jin's voice was fond as he spoke again. "That's the Namjoon I know. The one who found the positive in everything, kept pushing on even in the greatest difficulties. Not the sad, mopey man." He laughed, a bright sound.
I looked down as I spoke, not wanting to look at him in fear that I would cry again. "I-I'm scared that I'll lose y-you, hyung..."
"You'll never lose me, Joonie. I promise. I just don't want you to lose yourself. Remember who you are. The strong man who conquers a challenge with logic and a smile. Not the one who is sad all the time."
That's a lie. It always was.
But I smiled and nodded. "Okay hyung." We talked until it was the wee hours of the morning, and then I fell asleep by his bedside.
The next morning, Jin was gone. His bed was empty.
I asked a passing nurse about him. He told me he was in another ICU room. I asked if I could check, but he shook his head. "He's in critical condition, sir. I can't do that. I'm sorry."
I panicked. When I mean I panicked, I really and truly was scared. My heart was pounding, my thoughts racing, my head spun, the whole shebang.
A minute passed, two minutes, thirty, an hour...no sign. By this time, I had spent a day in the hospital.
Finally, the doctor, a woman who seemed to be in her 40s, came out, shaking her head and patting me on the shoulder. I rushed inside, only to see the love of my life...lying there. He didn’t open his eyes. I walked up to his side, placing my hand over his heart.
It was no longer beating. Silence, thick and heavy and sad, filled the room along with my sobs.
He was dead. Gone. Taken away again...this time...for good.
H-hyung...why did you leave me...? I still want you...
This was the only thought in my head when I turned my back on his body.
Okay but a Jin who is backstage burping nauseously into a bin while the staff in rubbing his neck and dabbing the sweat from his face and neck with a cool towel, and they’re trying to get him to drink some ice water, and when he finally does it comes right back up and Jimin practically bolts to Jins side when they have a 2 minute break and he’s just rubbing his back and trying to soothe him promising that Jin is gonna be okay and that when they get home he will take Jin to bed and take care of him.
Feveruary Day 16: Is it just me or is really warm in here?
Sickie: Jin | Caretaker: Hoseok
Word Count: 695
Notes: I think in my masterlist I had said this would be a sick!jungkook but I can’t read apparently and wrote sick!jin instead but Jungkookie will definitely have a day coming up soon 👀
“Bye Kookie, don’t forget your lunch!” Hoseok calls, handing the maknae a brown paper bag (that absolutely contains a note inside) and then kissing him on the nose.
He waits for Jungkook to hop out the door before turning to Jimin. “Minnie, don’t forget your gloves!” He hands Jimin a pair of gloves that the two had found while out shopping last week. He kisses Jimin’s temple with a wet smack and then dodges the playful slap Jimin aims at him.
Next in line at the door is Yoongi, who scowls but Hoseok knows that this is secretly Yoongi’s favorite part of the day.
He wiggles his eyebrows. “Get over here, hyungie. I have to say goodbye!”
In response, Yoongi grumbles a “fuck off,” but it lacks the bite that it would have had if Yoongi actually meant it. Hoseok kisses the corner of Yoongi’s mouth. “Kiss me back properly later, alright?”
Yoongi hums and heads out the door. “Love you, Seok-ah.”
Next is Namjoon, who is tangled in his scarf. Hoseok laughs at the younger and helps him untangle his arms from said scarf. “Joonie, you’re so clumsy!”
Namjoon blushes but once he’s free from the scarf, he initiates the kiss with Hoseok, kissing his hyung’s cheek softly. “Thanks, hyung. I’ll see you later?”
Hoseok smiles widely and nods. “I’ll prepare a big dinner tonight. Maybe Taetae and Jinnie-hyung will help me?”
Namjoon nods, hitting his head on the doorframe. He swears loudly and then exits. “See you later!”
Hoseok watches as the van carrying his members drives off into the distance and then sighs. He still has to cook breakfast for Jin and Taehyung, who both have yet to wake up. For Taehyung it is normal for him to sleep late but for Jin …. Hoseok is a little worried.
He knocks on Taehyung’s door first. “My baby, you have a schedule in an hour. You have to wake up now.”
The motionless lump on the bed groans. “Hobi-hyungie, you have to … cuddle …”
Hoseok grins and climbs (resembling a spider monkey) on top of Taehyung, who is still wrapped in his blankets. Both sigh at the warmth and lay there in silence for a few moments.
Eventually, Hoseok realizes he has to wake Jin up. The eldest doesn’t have a schedule today, so he had made plans with his hyung for the two to go to IKEA to buy a new mirror for Namjoon, since the other one had suspiciously disappeared.
“See you in five minutes?” Hoseok asks Taehyung, though his tone makes it not sound like he’s actually asking.
He doesn’t wait for a response before quietly shutting Taehyung’s door and walking across the hall to Seokjin’s room.
As he had thought, the eldest is fast asleep, mouth wide open, one leg strewn off the bed, and his arms splayed over the mattress. Hoseok giggles at the sight, then shivers at how high the air conditioning unit is set. It’s February, for goodness sake.
“Hyung.” Hoseok gently shakes his shoulder. “I’m going to start on breakfast soon. Can you wake up?”
“Hobi-ah.” the elder groans. “Leave me here to die.”
Hoseok rolls his eyes at his hyung’s antics. “No, once you have food in your system, you’ll be begging ME to die instead. Shopping at IKEA is no joke.”
Jin coughs, not bothering to cover his mouth. Hoseok cringes but hands the eldest his bottle of water that’s conveniently placed on the bedside table.
“Do you have a sore throat, hyung?” Hoseok asks. He does not want his hyung to be sick. That would not be fun. Especially on an IKEA shopping day.
Jin nods, and it’s exactly as Hoseok fears. “Oh no, you poor thing.”
He shivers and rubs his arms. “Hyungie, do you want me to turn down the air conditioning?”
Seokjin looks offended. “Hobi-ah, maybe you’re the sick one. Is it just me or is it really hot in here or something?”
Hoseok sighs and presses a hand to his hyung’s forehead. As expected, he’s burning with fever.
He slowly stands up. “I’ll go tell Taetae that breakfast is going to be a little bit.”
