#sick!namjoon

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BTS Sickfic Headcannons

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

[setsuuestsu]

Sicktember Day Three

Prompt: "Why are you so sweaty?"

Sickie: Namjoon

Caretaker: Jungkook

Word Count: 334

“Namjoon-hyung, did you go to the gym already?” Jungkook asks, narrowly avoiding a collision with one of his best friends on his way into the kitchen. He heads over to the fridge and ruffles through, making a noise of discontentment when he doesn’t find the snack he was looking for. Nonetheless, he powers on. “Why are you so sweaty?” 

“Huh?”  

Jungkook frowns, ice cream cone (minus the ice cream) nearly falling out of his mouth. Before he has to go find another snack, he takes the unbitten side back into his hands. “Can’t you see that you’re like, dripping sweat? I mean, for god’s sake, you’re wearing a gray shirt and I can see the armpit stains.” 

Immediately, Namjoon crosses his arms to hide his armpits from the meddling maknae. “Could you, I don’t know, not stare at my armpits?” 

Jungkook shrugs and goes back to eating his ice cream cone.  

Namjoon frowns self-consciously. He hadn’t worked out yet today. In fact, he hadn’t even left the apartment. All he’s really done today is water his bonsais and attempt to wash his bedsheets (Hoseok had had to take over that job) 

“I didn’t work out yet today.” he says. “I don’t think.” 

Jungkook hums, unconvinced. “You don’t think so? Do you not remember?” He comes in closer, ice cream cone now long gone, and speaks very loudly and slowly, enunciating each word carefully. “Did you hit your head?” 

“No. At least I don’t think so.” 

That earns him another strange, unconvinced look. “Something must be wrong then. You usually act out of it, but never this out of it.” 

“... Thanks for summing that up, Kook-ah.” 

“Are you sick maybe?” Jungkook asks, moving forward. “Maybe that’ll explain why you’re so sweaty.”  

When he puts his hand on Namjoon’s forehead, his mouth makes an O shape. 

“You are sick! Why didn’t you say anything?” 

He’s confused. “I’m sick? Wasn’t I just working out?” 

“Oh boy, you really are sick. I’ll get you to bed, hyung.” 

[sicjimin]

tw: emeto, mpreg

"Bye, hope we can meet again", Namjoon smiles as he waves the girl in front of him bye. There's still 5 person left for the first round, and Namjoon feels like he's about to ripped in a half with how awful he felt right now.

He knows that morning sickness is bad. He has already read every single book about it—so he, theoretically—knows what to expect. But thats by the book. It's way too different when it comes to practice, experiencing it himself.

Morning sickness has been ugly for him, word "Bad" not even cover it up. He can throw up up to 7 or 8 times a day—had embarassingly admitted to ER multiple times just for an IV because he can't stomach anything, not even water. Sometimes he can feel it coming—know the telltale of which day he might end up to the ER, and usually he can warn Jin about it.

And he thinks, today is one of those day.

Now, he's waiting for the next round. Know that he won't be done for the day by only vomiting 3 times—and he curses his luck that out of any schedule, any shoot, anything he had to do with his job. It had to be on fansign day.

His morning already starts messy. He threw up 5 minutes after he woke up. All of his dinner that he managed to get down last night, which is a lot, gone. He managed to keep breakfast that Jin made—a plain toast with tea—for 2 hours, before tossing it up in the car on the way here. He also had thrown up the moment the make up artist put their hands at him because the scent of whatever products they use along with mixes of perfume set his stomach off.

There goes water and 3 crackers he nibbles earlier.

For 100 people.

The mixes scent of each fans start to drives him crazy as fans start filling up the venue. A wave of sickness roils through his gut with an abrupt, ruthless insistence when the 10th person come toward him. He grimaces. His pale face going a few shades more pallid.

And again, lucky him, that he's on fansign, where he need to keep interacting non stop to each one of the fans—that means a lot of talking.

He wants to cry.

And by the 25th person, he had to look away and stiffles a cough—slash belch—that already knocking his throat. He quickly takes a sip of water, hoping that it would push the sickness down for another minutes.

He already lost count on how many times he had been swallowing reflexively, struggling to keep down a sudden burp that would come at him like a wave, surely if being let out would convey just how queasy he's feeling.

Trying to keep his usual calm demeanor, he continues conversing with the fans, all while concentrating heavily on keeping himself from gagging. By the 15th person, his vision starts to swims. The back of his shirt already damp with cold sweat.

"Are you okay?", Jin leans toward him, hands covering his mouth so none of the cameras or fans would read their lips. Namjoon shifts, taking Jin's hand into his clammy one under the table and squeeze it. Hoping for a transfer of good energy. He shakes his head subtly, before returning the act, "No, i feel awful. I might need to puke soon"

Jin frowns, "Really? You want me to go to the bathroom with you? We can go now, there's still—"

"Ssshh, later", Namjoon brushes him off, "I can hold it for a few more"

Namjoon counts every single of them. Usually it's for sentimental purposes, so he knows how many people has been talking to him. But now, it's .. an objective purpose, he wants to know how many people left before he can bolt out of this chair for a moment.

Jin didn't get to answers, only leaving the younger with a deeper frown as the MC starts rounding up people again.

***

He's up to the 30th people, sweet girl that talking excitedly about her Pokemon collections and asks Namjoon about his too—when the desire to heave intensifies, and Namjoon had to look away, "Sorry—", his lips part to release a burp-ridden moan that just barely manages to be concealed. "So, how many collections now do you have?"

Namjoon has a tendency to speak in a very poised, collected sort of way, but his voice threatens to quiver as he tries to answer the questions more. The fans in front of him remain clueless to his plight for now; the only thing that gives him away is the bead of sweat that trickles down his forehead and how many times he has been swallowing. "—and i think i only down one card—" his stomach lurches up against his rib cage. "—that i want to collect"

He almost rushes to finish the conversation, feeling his stomach on it's limits of churning and twisting. It's too much for him to hold back now—to the point he starts to feel faint too. He quickly put a signature, saying goodbye with another promise to meet again, before he raises his hand toward the staff milling around him. He can feel Jin's gaze on him—but he can't afford to care about it right now.

Namjoon stands almost abruptly, He claps a hand over his mouth once he had his back over the audiences, already feeling the acidic swell rise in his throat. The others glance up with mild concern, but he’s already halfway to the backstage.

Inside the bathroom stall, he barely makes it before doubling over the toilet. A wet gag rips through him as his stomach convulses—nothing comes up yet, just air and burning bile—but he's retching hard enough to hurt. His cheeks flushed crimson as another slopping gurgle echoes from deep within. "Ah ..", Namjoon moans, wrapping his arm around himself, fingers trembling against his barely shown bump.

His breaths come short and hot between dry heaves. “Fuck..", he spits into the barely soiled water as nausea flashes through him. He knows he's empty, and he only hurting himself by trying to throw up like this—but he's too nauseous, like he gonna explodes with it. Namjoon gags again, his body wracked by yet another deep, sloshing churn that rolls from his gut to throat. But all that comes up from his lips just trickles of saliva. He keeps heaving, belching sharply in between as his stomach muscles clench uselessly.

It took him a minute before his body can relax, the urge to gagging fading away. He rests his forehead against the stall, not caring how it might ruin his hairstyle, and his makeup artist might scolds him for it. Strands of hair clinging to damp skin. He hisses through clenched teeth, pressing a trembling hand low on his bump where the worst of the roiling sits. It feels hot and hollow all at once. With the pressure, he scampers forward again, as another belch bubbles up—weaker this time—followed by a thin stream of bitter liquid that dribbles from the corner of his mouth. He wipes it with the back of his hand and squeezes his eyes shut.

Back on the stage, he slips into his seat like nothing happened. Jin quickly leans toward him again, "Where are you going?", he whispers.

He sits there for awhile, occasionally spitting saliva toward the bowl as it filled his mouth quickly and its nauseating. Once he knows there's nothing productive that could come up and bring him relief, he stands on unsteady legs, flushing the toilet with a shaky hand. Namjoon rinses his mouth at the sink—gargling water he immediately spits out as his throat contracts, wincing at the lingering burn. His reflection is flushed, his eyes glassy and red. He looks awful.

But he straightens his fit, smooths his hair, and forces a neutral expression. He still has a job to get done.

"Bathroom", Namjoon whispers back, ducking his head low so camera won't catch his lips and messy appearance. "Was trying to puke"

He can feel Jin shifts beside him, "You okay?"

Namjoon looks up, shrugging with a little smile, enough to feel convincing so his boyfriend won't worry too much, "I didn't puke, technically"

Jin frowns, "What does that even mean?", gaining a chuckle from him. "Later hyung, i'm fine", he brushes off, readying himself for the next one.

***

An hour left, and he already lost count on how many fans he already meet or how much it left—when nausea wrapped his body up again. In thicker layer this time.

His stomach sloshes right when he was listening to the fans—a thick, wet gurgle deep clenches his gut. It morph into wave of nausea climbs up from below. He subtly put one of his hand down, crosses those arm over his middle beneath the table, pressing lightly in silent appeal to the churning mass. He jolts quietly when liquid splash up to the back of his throat as he suddenly feel the urge to gag. He has to mask it off as a hiccup so he won't look too lousy.

When the fans move, he quickly ducked his head to take a quick sip of water, again—hoping those tricks could buy him more times.

He huffs. Feet starts shaking up and down as his stomach straight up bloated right now and everything feels hot.

A quiet belch escapes his lips when the next album along with the fans comes up to his table—a soft but telling one as it comes up deep within his stomach—and he freezes. He takes a deep breath, clenching his jaw as he tries to quell the nausea.

"Hii, what's your name?"

***

"So, you've been to that gallery?"

He's halfway through his conversation, when his stomach clenches. Again. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth as a thick gag bubbles in his throat. He swallows twice, trying to fight it back, but the reflex is too strong. He's forced to turn his head and belching into the crook of one elbow.

"Sorry—",he apologizes, putting his best smile. "I—"

His stomach clenches again, another gag rising, and he's forced to stop. His face is scarlet. He apologizes again, quickly sign up the album, saying his goodbye, before pushing the album to the next table.

That was the longest 2 minutes in his life, as Namjoon once again raises his hand and ask for the staff to excuse himself back to the bathroom. His mouth already filled with bitter, stale saliva. He almost running, clapping a hand over his mouth as his cheeks puff with urgency. He bolts for the bathroom door—it bangs shut with an echoing finality. He staggers over to the first stall and bending on his waist just in time as his mouth croaked open with a loud grated gag in front of the toilet, shoulders heaving with ragged breaths. His stomach roils viciously, every lurch sending an electric flash of nausea up his spine.

He gags again.

And again.

His stomach clenches, "Mmph—", as he retches hard. Thick mouthful of saliva gushes from his lips. His hand jerks up to support his stomach as it twists and pulses, then clenches into a fist around the fabric of his shirt. He presses a shaking hand to his middle—it's hot and churning badly. He shudders as the nausea tightens yet again, forcing a low moan from his throat.

He gags once, twice—as his stomach clenches in a violent wave. Then the third time, his jaw pops, and a hot stream of clear liquid spews out from between his lips.

"Uuurkk—"

It splatters out violently, splattering against the porcelain. He grips the rim of the toilet, trying to keep himself from toppling over, as the last few spurts gurgle weakly into the bowl.

He rocks on his heel with a grated retch once more—a dry, heaving spasm that wrings his empty stomach like a twisted towel. A final trickle of clear fluid spills from his lips, hot and sour-tasting, splashing into the bowl with a weak splatters.

Namjoon pants, breath comes in shaky gasps. "Ahh.. hurts", he moans. He curls himself smaller, knees up to his chest while his arm still hasn't leave his middle, as another sloshing ripple moves through his gut. Still queasy. Still bloated.

He huffs, willing himself to not burst into tears with how awful he's feeling right now. He hobbles to the sink, rinsing his mouth to get ride the stale remnant of bile, splashing his face, and smooths back his hair with shaky fingers. The cool splash of water on his face helps — just a little. He takes a slow breath, steeling himself to walk back into the stage like nothing happened.

"Fuck .. hyung!", Namjoon jumps as he immediately faced with Jin when he opens the door. "What are you doing here?"

"Did you just throw up?"

Namjoon shrugs, wanting to say no, but he knows his body already give the older blatant answer—hands over his middle, pale face, chapped lips slightly open from panting, red-rimmed eyes, and stray droplet of waters clinging into his chin— "A little, just water. I've thrown up everything"

Jin jogs behind the younger as Namjoon starts to walk away, "And how are you feeling now? Better?"

"Not really, still nauseous, but ...", Namjoon halts on his steps, hands reaching for anything that he can hold as the floor suddenly spins on him. "Fuck .. 'm dizzy"

"Whoa, whoa.. baby" Firm hands catch his shoulders as his knees buckle. The room swims dizzily. Black spots cloud his vision, and he blinks hard, fighting to stay upright.

He must've been dehydrated.

Jin steadies him, one arm looped around his waist to keep him from sagging forward. "Joonie, hey .. don't pass out on me," he mutter, half-laughing half panicking.

"Not… about to..", he retorts weakly. His head swims as another wave of nausea rolls through his gut. He leans heavily on Jin's firm figure, eyes squeezed shut against the room's spinning. "Oh my god .. hyung", he swallows thickly, his tongue feels extremely heavy, "I think i'm gonna—"

His stomach dry heaves, and a moan seeps through his gritted teeth. The world tilts dangerously as his gut churns along like someone just put it over the washing machines. He can feel Jin's tenses, gripping his arm with a newfound urgency.

Namjoon lurched forward, gasping as he tries to pull away. "Bathroom. Now.", he chokes out.

Jin rushes under his feet, half-guiding half-running, as Namjoon's condition seems worsen. His breathing has becomes to quick and shallow, and the way his shoulder jolts with silent gag—too much to Jin liking. As soon as they both reach the bathroom door, Namjoon wrenches away from him and sprints for a stall.

But he's not quick enough.

"Uurrkk—", he retches into his palm, and thick strings of bile splash across the floor.

Namjoon's eyes widen, but he didn't get any chance to ponder about it, as his stomach twist once again. He throws the lid up, and heaving hard. His food comes out all in one rush, splattering across the white porcelain like chunky rainwater. It feels like he turns on a floodgate—after hours holding back with nausea, his stomach wants an out. It just didn't stop—he barely manages to take a breather in between every waves. And then, when he thinks it's over, his stomach churns again. His whole body shudders as another, weaker but solid stream of vomit spurts from his mouth, hot and sour.

"Shhh, it's okay, Joonie… let it out"

The hands are back, pulling his hair out of his face, then kneading his nape. Another slipping under the younger shirts as Jin rubs a cautious circle over his bump. "Breathe, Joon-ah"

Namjoon coughs when there's a lull. "I'm so sick—", he chokes out before diving his head further to the bowl, a big gush of vomit rushes from his lips.

Jin skids over, reaching for flush button as he can feel that Namjoon is far from being done.

They fall silent for a solid 5 seconds, the empty stall only filled with Namjoon's ragged breaths, before a deep, shuddering heave rips through him again, as the last of his meal forces its way up—a thick, soupy cascade of half-digested food splashing into the bowl. His body bucks forward, arms trembling as he clings to the Jin's arm.

Jin coos, tightening his grip over the younger as he brushes the latter sweaty hair. "Done?"

"Fuck .. that's awful", he pants, lifting his head, and reaching for paper towel. Spitting and tossing it over the mess, before reaching for flush. Namjoon let himself buckles to the floor, sagging against Jin, weakly pressing a palm to his quivering stomach.

But then another gurgle stirs low in his gut.

Namjoon whimpers—peeling away and braces himself again over the bowl—just in case. He shudders as another heave seizes him. His insides lurch as mouthful of viscous saliva dribbles from the corner of his lips and lands in the toilet with a wet splat. He dry heaves for awhile, enough to make his stomach hurts as it starts to cramp with continous retching and contracting he has been doing since this morning. "Gosh ..", he leans back, now his stomach finally deems it done. "There goes all of my food since 2 days ago", he grunts, starts to feel extremely sad. Because he knows he can't get anything down today, so he can't reedem the lost nutritions he just threw it up for his baby. "I can't keep—", he chokes on his words as tears start prickling his eyes. "—anything down"

Jin eyes widen, as he didn't expect the sudden shift of emotions. "Hey .. Joon-ah, it's okay. The baby will be fine, and you will try to eat something light again, get some food in there little by little", he rushes to comfort the younger as he already sniffling and morph into a full crying, "Hyung will make you something light, what feels good for you now?"

"Nothing!", Namjoon sniffles, too frustrated and exhausted and drained and nauseated, "That's the thing! I will just keep throwing up and throwing up! I'm so sick and tired!"

"Sshh .. you're doing good, Joon-ah", Jin murmurs, wiping the tears that still streaming down steadily on his cheeks, "You will be fine. Now, are you still feeling sick? Want to move?"

Namjoon huffs, still leaning heavily on the older as he pulled them both up. He's back on the sink he has been visiting more than 3 times this day alone. He went through the whole cleaning himself up routine automatically, then let Jin guides them both away.

"Want to go home?", Jin asks as they walk the hallway. "I already told the staff and everyone that you're not feeling well, so we're excused for the day"

Namjoon hums—Jin's words barely registered in his brain as as he feels a sudden swoop in his stomach, like the floor's been jerked out from under him. He gasps softly, blinking hard as the room shifts in and out of clarity. His fingers dig into Jin's arms, knuckles white.

Jin halts their steps. "Hey .. you okay?", he looks over, tightening his grip over the younger shoulder and waist as well. "Namjoon .. hey, Joon-ah, are you dizzy? You're about to pass out?"

Namjoon's ears starts ringing. He squeezed his eyes shut, hard, using his free hand to presses his palm over his eyes— trying to get himself together and stop feeling this disoriented. "Yeah ..", he breathes out, "I might .. hyung .."

[sickonthedancefloor]

Time to Clock Out

Sickie: Namjoon Caretaker:  Jin, Hoseok, Yoongi Content: fever, cold, weakness

Found in the archives - just some sick, overworking Jooniebug.

Jin just puts another mug of hot tea on Namjoon’s desk mug-warmer, sighing loudly at the younger band member. His fearless leader sits at his desk, beanie tugged over his head, headphones over his ears, hood from his sweatshirt tugged over his head, as he grouchily thanks his hyung and then promptly ignores him. Jin huffs, scoffs, but just leaves his dongsaeng’s studio. Namjoon has the chills, and he’s sure it’s just because his studio is cold, but Jin doesn’t believe it.

Honestly, Namjoon doesn’t either, but he has work to do. You can’t be in charge of one of the biggest boy bands on the planet and take normal sick days (honestly, you could, if you weren’t a member of BTS; it isn’t to say HYBE doesn’t let them have days off, but Namjoon has never worked with as many like-minded, stubborn individuals as his bandmates who refused to stop until they had to). He already finished whatever ungodly paperwork needed looking over—it was all schedules, really—but Namjoon still wants his studio playtime.

He's been passing a beat back and forth with Peakboy to see what either of them could do with it, and so far… it sounds… loud.

“Joon-ah,” a raspy voice calls from the doorway.

Namjoon doesn’t hear him. Not until he feels a small hand drop on his shoulder, and he stumbles with trying to yank his hoodie off when he looks up—only to see Hoseok staring at him, eyes wide with concern.

“Joon-ah, are you ignoring me?”

“Hob-ah… I’ve been trying to work on this beat.” He groans, tugging the headphones off. Honestly, they’re giving him a bit of a headache; he needs to take a break.

“You need to take a break.”

That’s what he was thinking! Hoseok sighs when the expression he gets is nothing short of awe. He’s seen this expression from Namjoon in a musical breakthrough or a surprise understanding with choreography, but… this?

“Joon-ah, are you feeling okay?”

“’m fine,” Namjoon huffs. He slouches in his chair. “I’m just gonna take a break. Were you gonna go eat?”

The dancer nods, answering carefully. “You want to come? I was considering samgyetang or seolleongtang. Something… soupy.”

Soup does sound nice, but… so does not moving. Namjoon shakes his head. “Actually, I kinda wanna stretch out a bit. Bring me back something?”

“Yeah, I can do that. Really, Joon-ah… if you’re passed out on this couch when I get back, I’m gonna wake you up so you can go home.”

Dismissively, Namjoon waves his hand away, and Hoseok huffs as he heads out. “Watch, he’ll be sleeping when we come back—” he can hear the dancer’s voice talking to someone before the studio door shuts behind him.

Namjoon’s determined to stay up. Obviously. He’s just tired. This is stupid. He ignores Hoseok, whoever Hoseok was talking to, ignores the signs his body is telling him that he doesn’t feel great—he feels fine—and he flops on his long couch. His couch is long enough to hold five friends or one stretched out Namjoon curled under a thick blanket. He curls under his blanket and flops his head on the pillow, and he’s out like a light.

*~*

Namjoon doesn’t really feel like he’d slept well but the hand running through his hair feels nice. He hums, pleased that the hand keeps the motions up, but grimaces when he feels a cold cloth press against his cheek. Shuddering, he turns his head away.

“Joon-ah… let me wipe your face,” comes the voice of his growly, sleepy older rapper.

“Yoongi-yah?” Namjoon mumbles.

“Mm. I’m here. You’re sick.”

“Nah,” Namjoon mumbles. He blinks open his eyes, and it takes him a moment for his eyes to focus. He’s in his studio, on his couch—predicable, honestly—and the blanket has been pulled away. Yoongi sits on his guest swivel chair, in his usual black hoodie, looking down at him. Yoongi presses the cloth against his cheek, and then swipes it down to his jaw. Besides the initial touch… it actually feels rather nice. Namjoon smiles, and his eyes fall shut again.

“Joon-ah… Want to go home?” Yoongi asks softly. “No reason napping on this couch when you can stretch out fully on your bed, you know?”

That… was a good point, actually. Namjoon blinks open his eyes. Yoongi wipes his other cheek, then presses the washcloth to his neck. “What time’s it?”

“Late enough, really.” A non-answer.

But it’s a good enough answer for Namjoon. With a groan, he closes his eyes, soaking in the cloth as Yoongi presses it on his forehead. “Mm…. Hyung… I think my legs are jello.”

That gets a small chuckle out of the small producer. “Come on, you big sick baby. Let’s get you back home.”

Thankfully, the ride back goes smoothly; Namjoon lets Yoongi bundle him up in a scarf and mask, and he sits patiently in the passenger seat of the car as Yoongi drives him back to the dorm. And he turns up the heat. Namjoon lets out a rough cough before leaning on the window and looks at Yoongi. His hyung is amazing, humming lightly to the radio instead of making a fuss over his condition. Just subtle, quiet caring; that was his style. Yoongi’s hand wraps around Namjoon’s wrist as he leads him into the building, scans them upstairs, then leads him into the dorm.

“You got him to come home!” Hoseok beams from the living room, hurrying over to help Namjoon with his scarf. He helps tug him out of his coat, taking Yoongi’s along to hang them up properly.

“Is Jin-hyung here too?” Namjoon grumbles.

He feels like he was conned.

And Jin screams from the kitchen: “YA! What, didn’t think I’d be at my own house making you my mother’s healing soup!?”

Namjoon can’t smell it much, but he can tell there’s something being cooked. The small producer leads him by his shoulders into his bedroom and begins rummaging through his top drawer for clothes. “Come on, can you change on your own?”

“I’m not that slow.” But even as Yoongi hands him the clean pajamas, he stares at them for a moment before groaning. Yoongi doesn’t give him time to stress, just helping him change his shirt. Namjoon’s pride gets in the way and he stands up quickly—and immediately falls onto the bed, lightheaded. Laughing Yoongi gives him grace and lets him keep the sweats on, but encourages him to take off his socks to avoid overheating. Yoongi tucks him in bed, just in time for Jin to enter with a tray of soup, juice, and medication.

Hoseok brings him an ice pack and helps feed him when he gets tired. But once he’s drifting off between spoonfuls, they force meds in him and finally let him sleep. Namjoon smiles as he gets tucked in; he doesn’t have to worry about being the oldest or the leader now, not with these three with him. He got a fantastic few hours of rest.

[comfortjoonie]

sick joon drabble

thoughts of an extremely nauseous joonie..

he's exhausted and emotional from puking all day, and despite yoongi trying to feed him, he's basically refused all food after 3pm since he couldn't keep anything down. his stomach is roiling.

he's sitting on the bathroom floor, rocking back and forth a little and staying near the toilet.

hoseok and yoongi are both with him, hoseok rubbing his back and yoongi offering quiet words of comfort. seokjin is in the doorway, texting joon's mom to ask for advice since they're running out of ideas.

after a while, hoseok speaks. "you should go back to bed, joonbug."

namjoon inhales sharply, then shakes his head. everyone can see the tears of frustration in his swollen eyes, the way his lower lip juts out and shakes a bit.

"i know, baby. it's gonna be ok, though. you need to try and sleep," hoseok whispers, his voice breaking a little. he brushes a bit of hair off of namjoon's forehead, which just makes joon burst into heaving sobs.

"oh...my gosh, you poor thing," hoseok mumbles, pulling joon into a hug and rubbing his back. sliding his hand under joon's shirt and rubbing in gentle circles. namjoon continues to sob and starts hiccuping.

"jin-hyung, go get jungkook. we'll have him carry joon to bed," yoongi says, holding the glass of water with a straw to indicate to hoseok that namjoon should drink.

hoseok shakes his head. he wants joon to drink, but he knows he'll refuse and it'll just come right back up anyways.

namjoon keeps his head buried in hoseok's chest, his cries getting quieter. a few moments later, jungkook is leaning down next to him.

"come on, hyung. i'll carry you to bed."

guys i'm so sorry for my absence...life has been insane to say the least. i've been busy but i also got a really awful concussion that kind of took me out for a couple months and i'm just getting back to this...

but i love you all endlessly. seriously!! thanks for reading this far.

[sickiesope]

Heyy<3 I hope it‘s okay if I request something✨ Could you write a sick, sleepy and moody Namjoon who is also on the verge of tears anytime someone raises their voice or when he feels overwhelmed. They are just done with a concert and all members are in their rooms (Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi share a room) Maybe Jin and Yoongi are the caretakers? Only an idea;) Have a wonderful time and thank you so much!!!

This request is from awhile back, sorry for the wait anon! I wrote this fic during a rainstorm!

Sensory overload

Sickie: Namjoon

Caretakers: Jin and Yoongi

TW: very light emeto near end

Namjoon seems to get sick at the absolute worst of times.

The guys just finished a concert and Namjoon is exhausted. He's been on edge all night and can barely stand it anymore. His entire body hurts and he's had an ongoing headache. He pushed through the entire concert, feeding off the energy of army. It worked well and he was able to forget about the pain briefly.

When it's over his ears are ringing and his head throbbing. It's starting to affect his mood. Everyone is talking to him but he can barely comprehend anything. Jungkook and Jimin were both at the same time, trying to get his attention. Hoseok was asking him about his upcoming solo music. Their manager trying to arrange plans for next week. It's all too much at once and he's overstimulated.

Namjoon goes back to his dressing room. He wishes he had it to himself but he's sharing it with Seokjin and Yoongi. Part of him wants to just ask if he could be alone in it but he doesn't want to kick them out and seem rude.

Yoongi comes in and opened the door louder than expected. It frightens Namjoon

"Ugh...please...not so loud.." the leader whimpers to himself. Every little noise freaks him out.

Jin's can of hairspray falls down along with makeup and other things. The noise of it all agitates Namjoon further. "Oh my god.."

Namjoon sits at the table burying his face in his arms. His social battery ran out long ago. He sighs and closes his eyes, feeling like he can sleep on the spot.

"Namjoon, wake up. We're not done yet!" Jin gives his shoulder a light shake. The gesture startles Namjoon and he yelps slightly.

Seokjin looks at him weirdly. "Joonah?"

Namjoon's face flushes. What in the world was that? He gets up and promptly leaves the room, wanting to be left alone. He takes off his ear piece and the mic off his shirt. He wants to take his shirt off too, he's still sweating from the show but keeps it on.

Namjoon just paces back and forth in the hallway trying to walk off his anxiety. His headache is getting worse and his stomach feels a bit upset. He avoids the gaze of anyone looking at him, not wanting to engage in conversation. It's nothing against them, Namjoon himself is just having a hard time. All he wants right now is his bed in a dark isolated space. He sees Taehyung and Jungkook start walking his way. He quickly turns around and retreats back to his room.

Namjoon accidentally knocked over the coat hanger, creating more mess and noise. "Ughh, I can't take it anymore!" Namjoon sighs heavily.

"Joonah, what's got you so worked up?" Yoongi asks him calmly. The older can sense the stress on him from a mile away.

Namjoon runs to the trash bin in the corner. He stands over it holding his middle with a distressed face. He gags slightly and spits up a small mouthful. "Ugghh.."

"Joonah! Are you okay??" Jin runs to his aid.

Namjoon wanted to shoo him away but he actually likes the comfort of his hyung's voice.

Seokjin and Yoongi help him to the couch. They take the trash can with them and a box of tissues.

"I'm exhausted hyung" Namjoon whines "everything hurts and I feel sick.."

Yoongi furrows his brows with worry, gently patting his back.

"I just, w-wanna go h-home" Namjoon chokes between sobs.

"It's okay Joonah, we're going home now. The night's over."

Seokjin and Yoongi look at him with great sympathy. Jin gets Namjoon to lie back and gives the leader a shoulder massage. His strong hands feel amazing digging into his sore tense muscles.

[crystalsnow95z]

We have a tie for my Halloween poll, so it's gonna be Taejoon story..the comments had two ideas, so there's gonna be a bonus story to be posted later.

Sickie: Taejoon with bad colds (cough, fever, sniffles, a bit of vom!t towards the end.)

Caretakers: Ot7

Namjoon could see the dim light underneath the blanket of Taehyung's phone, the younger boy scrolling on the screen. It was almost midnight, but it was clear both boys couldn't sleep. "Tae?"

Taehyung pops his head from underneath the blanket. "I'm sorry. Was I keeping you up?"

"No, you're fine. I couldn't sleep. I just wanted to know if you'd want to go for a walk with me. I saw a park on our way to the hotel." Namjoon offers, relieved when he sees Taehyung getting up.

"Put on a hat and a face mask. We might be in another country, but we still don't want to be recognized." Namjoon warns, getting up to do the same. They came to America to do a collaboration, but the project kept them busy for the past two days, giving them no free time.

Taehyung nods, digging out a beige beanie from his suitcase to cover up his red hair. "I'm ready." He says with a smile, pulling his jacket over his shoulders and taking the face mask from the pocket.

Namjoon does the same, using a black beanie to cover up his blonde hair, quickly putting on his jacket and shoes.

"Are you sure that jacket is heavy enough, hyung?" Taehyung questions.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. You're gonna be sweating it that heavy trench coat." Namjoon teases. "Do you have the hotel key?"

Taehyung grabs his wallet. "I do now. What happened to yours?"

"Let's go before it gets too late." Namjoon doesn't answer his question, leaving the room.

"Hyung did you lose it already?" Taehyung whispers. "It's only been two days."

"No. It's somewhere in that room. It's just misplaced." Namjoon blushes in embarrassment to be scolded by the younger member, making Taehyung giggle.

"Shh.. people are sleeping.." Namjoon leads the way out of the building, the crisp autumn air hitting them with a cool breeze.

"Wow, even at night, all the colors are amazing.." Taehyung's eyes brighten seeing the orange and yellow trees underneath the street lamps, taking out his phone to take a picture.

"It'll be prettier at the park where there's tons of trees. Let's go, it's not that far. Namjoon pulls him by his elbow.

"It's been a while since it was only us two walking together..was the last time when we went up that mountian for losing that game?" Taehyung asks, looking around at all the different trees with amazement.

Namjoon laughs, watching his head turn every which way as they walk. "You look like a bird moving like that. It's like you never saw autumn leaves before."

"Sorry.. I'm just excited..I didn't get a good look in the car because of the tinted windows and us being rushed inside." Taehyung gives Namjoon a shy smile, earning himself a head pat from Namjoon.

"You don't have to be sorry. I just thought it was cute." Namjoon smiles. "Let's cross here."

The park was only a 15-minute walk from the hotel, the two ex roommates exchanging old memories with each other along the way.

"Look, hyung! A swing set!" Taehyung runs up to it, taking a seat on the swing."It reminds me of Hakdong park! Careful Namjoon, there are puddles under the swing."

"This one has an extra swing, but other than that, the setup is really similar." Namjoon takes the swing next to him, pulling it back to get on it without getting his feet wet. "If we have time, we should bring the others here before our flight home."

"Before we shoot run BTS?" Taehyung suggests, swinging lightly. "Ah, do you know what our challenge will be?"

"Nope. I have no idea. The only hint I got was that it's themed." Namjoon shrugs.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Taehyung tilts his head.

"Probably something like a haunted house?" Namjoon leaned back on the swing to look up at the sky. "Wow, the moon's beautiful tonight."

Taehyung mimicks Namjoon, holding tightly on the chains as he lets himself fall back, looking up at the full moon with clouds swirling around it. "Woah. I wish I had brought my camera.. my phone can't capture it." He sat up quickly when he heard a loud bang, trying to see if it was a firework or gunshot.

"What was-" Namjoon tried to quickly sit up, falling out of the seat into the water below. "Ahpa..ahpa.." he rubbed the back of his head, Taehyung rushing to him.

"Are you okay Namjoon-ah?" Taehyung brushes the wet woodchips from his back.

"Yeah, I'm fine..just wet.." Namjoon gives Taehyung a reassuring smile through the pain. "That just startled me.."

"Me too.." Taehyung helps Namjoon, getting him to his feet. "You're soaked now Hyung.. I think we should get back to the hotel."

"Yeah, but I think we should go a different way.. I don't want to go towards that sound.." Namjoon says, feeling uneasy. He takes Taehyungs hand, walking the opposite direction of the hotel.

"Don't worry, Hyung. It was probably just a firework.. there's a holiday coming up, right?" Taehyung squeezes his hand.

Namjoon gives him a half smile. He knew Halloween wasn't known for fireworks, but he didn't want to tell Taehyung that if that's really what he believed. "Yeah,you're right. But it's better to be safe than sorry."

Taehyung trusted Namjoon's judgment, but that didn't stop him from worrying about him. "Namjoon-ah, your teeth are chattering.." Taehyung takes off his trench coat, draping over Namjoon’s shoulders.

"Taehyungie no. You need your jacket." Namjoon tried to give it back, but the younger runs ahead. "Taehyung-ah!" He tried quietly, yelling to get attention.

"No, I'll be fine. I don't want to see you suffering, Hyung. If I stay moving, I'll stay warm." Taehyung tells him, refusing to touch his coat. "It's only a short walk back. I can handle cold."

"Fine..just don't run ahead.. I don't want you getting lost." Namjoon catches up to him, grabbing him by the wrist. "Stay next to me."

"Namjoon-ah, Namjoonie-hyung..we need to meet with the others soon." Taehyung's voice came out as a raspy whisper, gently rubbing Namjoon’s chest. "Do you want me to tell them you aren't feeling well?"

Namjoon coughs, eyes fluttering open."Taehyung-Ah? Mm..no..I'll be okay...what time is it...?" My throat.. it hurts to talk..

"It's 10:15. We're supposed to meet up at 10:30.." Taehyung replies, clearing his throat.

"Sh*t.. okay..okay I'm getting up.." Namjoon sits up, coughing into his fist. "Could you get me some water?"

Taehyung nods, getting up to fill a cup with water, leaning against the sink as a wave of dizziness washes over him. He woke up twenty minutes before Namjoon to the sound of the older member coughing, feeling congested, his head pounding painfully against his sinuses.

"Taehyung, are you feeling okay?" Namjoon asks, stifling another cough when he sees him doubled over the sink.

"I'll be okay. My nose is just a bit stuffy because it's cold out. No big deal. You should quickly take your shower. The steam should help you feel better." Taehyung returns with a cup of water, giving it to him. The shower helped me a bit..

"Take it easy today, okay?" Namjoon warns him. I shouldn't have invited him out last night. He was fine yesterday.

"Okay Hyung. I will." Taehyung sniffles, laying back down on his bed. "I'll just rest a bit while you get ready."

Namjoon left to shower, quickly texting a staff member.

Could you bring some cough medicine when you pick us up? I'm not feeling well.. My throat hurts, and I have a bad headache.

Namjoon sets his phone down. He turns up the water to be as hot as he could handle, using the steam to try to clear the mucus that kept draining into his throat.

The hot water made him feel dizzy, holding the wall tightly. Am I running a fever? The thought crossed his mind, but he quickly shook his head. No. No, the water is just too hot. I'm fine..

Namjoon quickly turned off the water, laying in the tub, hands over his face. "I just need some water.." When he tried to get to his feet, his vision went hazy, falling back into the tub with a loud bang.

"Namjoon-ah! Hyung are you okay?" Taehyung rushes into the bathroom when he hears it.

"Yeah, yeah I just slipped. Clumsy me, this is embarrassing.." Namjoon gives him an awkward smile, taking Taehyung's out stretched hand.

"Don't worry Hyung. I won't tell any..one." Taehyung coughs out the last word, pressing his lips together.

"I guess we both aren't doing well.." Namjoon sighs. "I'm sorry. That night walk was a bad idea."

"Don't be sorry. I liked spending time with you.." Taehyung smiles, hearing someone knock on the door. "Get dressed. I'll handle it." He goes to the door, peeking through the peep hole. "Ah, Jungkook-ah. Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I slept great. How about you? You look tired." Jungkook says with a frown.

"Ah, Namjoonie-hyung kept me up...with his snoring." Taehyung quickly added.

"Oh right. He does snore really loud. I'm glad I didn't lose." Jungkook teases. "I'd offer you a sip of my coffee, but you'd hate it. I got you some cocoa though. Where's Rapmonnie-hyung? I brought him some coffee."

"Hes getting dressed. Thanks Jungukkie." Taehyung gratefully takes the hot beverage from the cup holder, sipping on it to soothe his throat.

Namjoon's coughing was heard from the bathroom, making Jungkook rush in to check on him. "Namjoonie hyung are you okay?"

"Yeah..yeah.. I'm fine. I just..choked on the tooth..paste.." Namjoon coughs in-between words

"Be careful hyungie.." Jungkook hands him the coffee. "Here, take a drink."

Namjoon takes a big swallow, sighing when the coughing stops. "Alright, I just need my shoes and I'm ready."

Namjoon leaned against the car window while they drove to the location of the shoot, trying to hold back another cough. He knew he couldn't hide it from the others for long, but as soon as he went to the car, the older members were onto him.

He was going to wait until they reached the location to take the medicine, but Yoongi was already fretting over him.

"Namjoon-ah are you coming down with a cold?" Yoongi was straight to the point, eyes darkened with concern.

"Yeah, but its just a sore throat.." Namjoon knew he couldn't brush off Yoongi like he did Jungkook.

"Namjoon-ah, if you aren't feeling well, maybe you should sit it out." Jin suggests lightly, already knowing the answer he'll give.

"No, no, I'll be fine after i take some medicine. It's just a cough. It's nothing serious." Namjoon tried to downplay how bad he felt. Talking at a normal level felt like he was screaming.

Taehyung stayed quiet, letting his nose drip down, licking his lips when the watery snot hit them. He didn't dare sniffle, not wanting to draw attention to himself, pretending to be engrossed in the comic he was reading on his phone.

"You sound like you sang two concerts back to back on your own.. you'll worry, army." Jimin tries to talk him out of it. "You should really rest."

Namjoon shakes his head, coughing into his elbow. "They'll worry either way. We can edit out of I cough too badly. It'll be fine. They said it'll only take two hours tops."

"Alright..fine..but you stop when I say so." Jin says with a serious tone, using his role as the oldest. "I don't want you completely losing your voice over one episode. We have a concert next week."

"I promise." Namjoon says, sipping some water. "I'll try to keep the talking to a minimum.."

"Woah! It's a real pumpkin patch! Like in those movies!" Jungkook excitedly looked at the vast field of orange pumpkins of all sorts of different shapes and sizes.

"What are we doing here?" J-Hope asks.

"Each of you will choose a pumpkin from the patch to carve, then we'll continue inside." Staff tells them.

"I've never carved a pumpkin before.." Jimin admits. "Is a bigger one easies or a smaller one?"

"I haven't either, but I think a bigger one would be easier to carve because it's a bigger surface, but it's more to clear out." Yoongi smiles when he sees J-hope make a face at the idea of gutting the pumpkin.

Namjoon moves out of the camera shot, coughing into his arm. The cold autumn air made it harder not to cough.

"We need to choose quickly..Namjoonie needs to get inside as soon as possible.." J-hope clenched his jaw, his chest tightening to hear his friend cough.

"HEH'HEHTICHI!" Taehyung sneezes, covering his face. "Ah, sorry, Hyung." He apologized when he saw Hobi jump,trying to sound causal.

"Bless you, Tae. You're not catching a cold, too, are you?" Jimin rubs the back of Taehyung’s neck. "You feel warm."

"Your hands are just cold from being outside." Taehyung smiles. "Let's go pick a pumpkin." He tried to keep his energy high, pulling Jimin through the patch.

"Be careful where you step. There's vines. Don't trip!" Jin warns them a little too late, watching Taehyung fall Jimin being pulled down with him, both boys stumbling over.

"I lost my shoe.." Taehyung pouts.

"Taehyungie what have I told you to wear your shoes properly!" Jimin yells at him.

Taehyung laughs, but it turns into a cough, trying to muffle it with his scarf. "Don't make me laugh.."

"You are sick.." Jimin frowns, quickly getting Taehyung's shoe, putting it properly on his foot.

"It's not as bad as Namjoonie. I just didn't want to worry you guys. I'm fine. Really, it's just my sinuses.." Taehyung reassures Jimin, sniffling.

"It doesn't matter if Namjoon is worse or not. You don't need to act like you're fine. Did you take any medicine?"

"Namjoon-ah gave me some. I'm handling it."Taehyung promises, stifling another cough. "Oh! Look at this one! It reminds me of Tata!" He picks up an oddly shaped pumpkin."No, wait.. It's a butt.. you can have that one.."

Jimin rolls his eyes, knowing what his soulmate is doing. Taehyung is trying his best to act playful so the others didn't worry. "I don't want that one. What about the one next to it?" Jimin picks up a medium-sized pumpkin, wanting to get Taehyung inside as quickly as possible."It's perfect."

"I'll give it to Namjoonie hyung." Taehyung gets to his feet, holding his hand out to Jimin. "Come on, let's go show him."

Jimin reluctantly takes it, letting Taehyung pull him to his feet. "Looks like Jungkook beat you to it. You'll have to keep my gifted pumpkin."

Taehyung looks over to Jungkook, holding two pumpkins, then to Namjoon. "I'll see if I can get Namjoon-ah to go inside with me then."

"Good idea." Taehyung carries his pumpkin to Namjoon. "Hyung, I'm cold.. Since we got our pumpkins, can we go in?"

Namjoon was relieved to have an excuse to go in without having to admit the cold air made his coughing worse. "Feeling shy to go in alone? Alright. I'll go."He takes Taehyung's hand, leading him inside, where some staff are waiting.

"Ah, Namjoon-sii, Taehyung-sii. Is everything okay?" A staff member approached them. "Do you need anything?"

"No, everything is fine. It's just cold out, I didn't want to risk getting worse. Is that..." Namjoon tried to keep his coughing under control, but the last sentence got cut off by a bout of coughing.

The woman takes the pumpkin from him, placing it on the table, and quickly digs a few cough drops out of her purse. "Here, this should help.. I don't have many. I'm sorry."

Namjoon goes to thank her, but when he tries to talk, the coughing starts up again. He fumbles with the wrapper, Taehyung taking it from him to help open it.

"Here, hyung. Open." Taehyung pops the cough drop into his brothers mouth, his voice coming out softly.

Namjoon sucks on the lozenge, feeling relief as the mentol drop coats his dry throat. "Thank you.." he bows to the staff member and turns to Taehyung, offering him one."Here, you take one too."

"There's only three.. you should keep them.. I'm not coughing much, I'll be fine." Taehyung closes Namjoon's hand. "I hear the others.."

"Jungkookie be careful, you elbowed me.. why did you have to choose the biggest pumpkin?" Jimins voice is heard in a pout.

Taehyung runs up to greet them, knowing Namjoon wouldn't force him if they were with the others. "Oh wow.. it almost takes up your whole chest."

"It's not that big..sorry, Jiminshii, it was slipping." Jungkook apologizes, quickly going to the table to set it down. Jimin puts his down next to his, Jungkook giggling. "It's tiny like you."

"You punk." Jimin pushes him. "I'm not tiny."

"You're the smallest."Jungkook taunts running as Jimin chases him, hiding behind Jin.

"I'm not a shield. Stop playing around." Jin scolds both of them. He usually didn't mind the younger boys messing around, but he wanted to get through filming as soon as possible. Even with Taehyung smiling watching his two friends play, Jin could hear his labored breathing from his stuffed nose.

"Okay, Hyung. Sorry." Jungkook bows to Jimin.

"Oh, there's a guest here.." Yoongi points out the unfamiliar face. Everyone looks around to see who he meant, a blonde haired man catching their attention.

"H-Hello everyone!" The man stammered nervously. "I'm Zach. I'm the owner of this pumpkin patch, well.. my father is.. I'm going to help you carve your pumpkins."

"1,2,3.." Namjoon counts for their introduction, but coughs before he could get more than the first part of his name.

"His name is Namjoon." Jin answers for him, going down the line for each member. "Thank you for teaching us.."

The others echoed their thanks, except Taehyung, who only mouths the words. He tried to focus on the lesson, watching Zach cut into the top of the pumpkin, but his nose kept leaking, making him have to constantly sniffle.

"Here Hyung.." Jungkook passes him a napkin discretely, whispering by his ear. "Your nose is leaking."

"Ah, thanks, Jk.." Taehyung whispers, trying to quietly blow his nose. Thankfully, the cameras were focused on Yoongi and Namjoon bickering.

Namjoon stabbed the knife into the pumpkin, trying to saw it open, lacking the strength to actually do it. He only got a few zig zags before he couldn't get deep enough, the knife slipping.

"Namjoon-ah stop. Let me do it. I don't want you to cut yourself." Yoongi takes over.

"I can do it myself." Namjoon argues, but does nothing to stop him from taking it from him. "What about your own?"

"Jimin can do it,he's almost done with his already. Right Jiminie?" Yoongi asks Jimin.

"Ah, of course. No problem." Jimin smiles. He knew helping Yoongi meant giving the deagu rapper the chance to help Namjoon. He peeks over to Taehyung to see if he is doing any better. He's struggling too..

Taehyung had to use both hands to have enough pressure to cut through, wiping his nose on his shoulder. Why is this so hard...? It's hard to breathe when I don't concentrate on breathing..

"You aren't doing it right. Let hyung do it." Jin abandoned his project to help Taehyung. He couldn't stand seeing the young member suffering.

"I'm sorry hyung.. I'm trying my best." Taehyung coughs, a twinge of guilt filling his belly. When he looks at Jin's unfinished project. "I can do it.."

"I know you can, but i dont want you to get hurt. It's fine. I'll get you do the fun part okay? You and Namjoon were never good in the kitchen." Jin kisses his forehead. He feels warm...

"Augh! Even with gloves, it's gross!" J-hope whines, pulling out the inside of the pumpkin placing the guts aside.

"Let me help Hyung.. you can help Jinnie-hyung finish opening the top." Taehyung offers, rising to his feet to go by J-hope."It isn't that hard.. Right?"

"Well, no..but I can do it. It's not too different from making kimchi, just more..clumpy..It's fine." J-hops felt his heart twinge when Taehyung shook his head and gave him a smile taking his pumpkin anyway. Jin wanted him to rest, and he ruined it.

"I got it." Taehyung puts on the gloves, finding it much easier to just stand and remove the insides.

Jin reached over to pat J-hopes back, mouthing 'it's okay'. J-hope gives the tiniest nods, watching the young vocalist with concern. His hands were shaky, but he looked determined, a serious look across his flushed cheeks.

J-hope turned his head quickly when he heard Namjoon's coughing. He tried to muffle it with the scarf he was wearing,but it made no difference.

Namjoon felt awful.. the more he moved, the worse he felt. The sound of the members talking amongst themselves made his head pound, making him want to give up, but he was already halfway through and refused to give up.

"Namjoon-ah you okay?" Yoongi asks, unable to touch him with the dirty gloves. "Do you need a break?"

"No.. no, I'm fine.. I just need some water.." Namjoon says hoarsely.

Jungkook jumps up to get him some, removing his gloves and rushing to the cooler staff brought in the room, rushing to Namjoon’s side. "Here hyung.." he tips the bottle by his lips.

Namjoon drinks slowly, feeling some energy flowing back inside him. "Thanks Jk.. I'm fine now.."

"No..you and Taehyungie are done." Yoongi uses a stern tone.

"But hyung-" Taehyung goes to argue, but Jin stops him.

"I agree. At least for now.. We'll prep the pumpkins, and then you can come back." Jin says, gently nudging him to his feet. "Go properly blow your nose, at least.."

"Okay.." Taehyung says softly.

"Come on Tae-yah.." Namjoon knew there was no arguing against it.. not when the two oldest both told them to rest. He led the younger to the bathroom, going to the sink to splash water in his face.

Taehyung went into the bathroom stall, getting some toliet paper to try to clear his nose, sitting cross legged on the floor. The tough tissue irritated his nose further. It felt like there was no end, and the more mucus he got out, the more his sinuses throbbed, making his eyes water.

The sound of Namjoon's coughing got Taehyung back to his feet, rushing over to him. "Hyung are you okay?"

Namjoon tried to talk, but all that came out were wheezing coughs. I can't breathe..it hurts..

Taehyung pulls Namjoon close, gasping when he feels the heat radiating off of him. When did he get so bad? "You're burning up. Hang on, let me get you help.."

Namjoon holds onto Taehyung with a soft whimper. "Do..Don't.." His voice came out as a wheezing cough. He didn't want to be left alone, not when his lungs burned and his head felt light with the lack of oxygen.

Taehyung quickly texted the group chat, his hands shaking, keeping his message as quick as possible.

Nam not brthing..

Taehyung puts his phone down. "They'll come help.. it's okay.. you'll be f.." His comforting words lost their impact when a bout of coughing rattles his chest, making it hard to breathe. No, no.. I need to be strong for Namjoonie-hyung..please..

He tried to hold his breath to keep his coughing under control, hugging Namjoon tightly to him, feeling Namjoon's cough on his neck.

I don't know what to do.. I need to wait for someone to check their phone..

Taehyung runs his hand through Namjoon's hair, feeling dizzy from cutting off his own air supply. His heart pounded painfully like a jack hammer in his chest,but he didn't want to worry Namjoon. Not when he was already suffering.

"It..it's okay..you..don't..have to..pretend for me.." Namjoon coughs out the words, pressing into Taehyung’s abdomen to force him to let go of the breath he was holding.

Taehyung coughed, gasping for air. "Ah, hyung th..at hu..rt.." he felt the tension ease when Namjoon spoke, his shred of hope snatched away when the coughing turned to gagging. "Namjoon..come on.. we need to move..to..the toliet." He practically dragged the rapper into the stall, lifting the seat.

Namjoon coughed up the coffee, groaning when the acidic tang rose up his throat and into the bowl. Taehyung kept his arms wrapped around Namjoon's waist to hold him up.

"Hyungie..it's okay I got you.." Tae whispers, feeling him trembling with effort to hold himself up, Namjoons hands tightly around the toliet bowl. He buried his face in Namjoon's shoulder, coughing into it.

"Namjoon-ah! Taehyung-ah!" Yoongi tuns in the bathroom, hearing the two members suffering. He goes into the stall, gently removing Tae from Namjoon to take over. "Go to Jinnie-hyung. I'll take care of him, okay?

"Vuu.. Vuu come to hyungie." Jin calls to Taehyung with open arms, Taehyung stumbling into him.

"I..I couldn't help.. he just kept getting worse." Taehyung squeezes Jin tightly, feeling tears prick the corners of his eyes.

"Shh.. it's okay.. it's okay you did all you could.. you stayed with him and that's all any of us can do. You did so good Voo. You stayed with him even if you weren't well yourself. I'm proud." Jin reassures the younger, stroking his hair. "Baby you're hot.. come on, let's find you a place to lay down."

"No.. no I want to.." Taehyung coughs,making half the sentence cut off.

"Yoongi has joon-ah under control.. it's okay.." Jin gives Taehyung no choice, picking him up. He wanted to get him away from the sound of Namjoon's retching and the sound of Namjoons sick spraying into the bowl.

"It's okay, it's okay. Don't try to fight it.. just let it run its course, and you'll feel better after.. I know it hurts.." Yoongi gently scratches Namjoon's back, taking deep breaths to keep himself from panicking. He couldn't let his anxiety take over, not when two members needed him to stay strong. "Deep breaths, Namjoon.."

Namjoon nods, trying to fill his lungs. "Yoongi it hurts to breathe.." he whimpers softly.

"I know baby, I know.. it'll be over soon.. just hang in there for me okay?" Yoongi rubs Namjoon’s stomach, feeling it churning underneath his hand, his muscles tightening as he starts to Vomit again.

Namjoon groans as he spits up foam, having nothing left in his stomach. He gagged again,another string of foamy spit comes. He had nothing left, collapsing against Yoongi's chest. "I..I think I'm done.." he coughs out the words.

"Good..good.. let's get you and Tae home.." Yoongi gently strokes Namjoon's hair. "We can finish the episode another time.. you two are more important.."

[whats-k-popping]

Aki's Masterlist

All my works, organized and collected for convenience. Each work has a more detailed list of warnings and descriptions to keep this list clear and concise.

I will do my best to keep this updated as I post new works. Please let me know if there are any errors with the links.

If you're interested in expanding this list, I recommend you start here.

Sick Namjoon Fics

Doctor's Orders: Part 1 || Part 2

Caretakers Jungkook and Yoongi ft Food Poisoning (nausea/emeto/fever)

There Goes My Nap

Caretaker Seokjin ft Nausea/Emeto

Courtesy Call

Caretakers Jungkook and Yoongi ft Fever

Stood Up (NON-IDOL ROMANTIC AU)

Caretaker Jimin ft Flu (Fever/Emeto)

Just a Small Fever

Caretaker Main Seokjin and rest of BTS ft Appendicitis

Running On E

Caretakers Yoongi and Jungkook ft Exhaustion/Fainting

Adventures in Take Out

Caretaker Seokjin ft Double Food Poisoning (Emeto/Scat/Fever)

It Was Supposed to be Korean

Caretaker Seokjin ft Lactose Intolerance (Emeto/Scat)

The Show Must Go On

Caretaker OT7 ft Flu (fever/emeto)

Sick Seokjin Fics

Cravings (MPREG AU)

Caretaker Yoongi ft Morning Sickness (Nausea/Emeto)

Ill Confession

Caretaker Namjoon ft Fever

Layers

Caretakers Jungkook and Yoongi ft Fever/Emeto

In the Middle of the Night: Part 1 || Part 2

Caretaker Jungkook ft Emeto/Fever

Adventures in Take Out

Caretaker Namjoon ft Double Food Poisoning (Emeto/Scat/Fever)

Sick Yoongi Fics

5-Star Boyfriends: Part 1 || TBC (COLLEGE BOYFRIENDS AU)

Caretaker Hoseok ft Flu

Just Jimin

Caretaker Jimin ft Emeto

Love Jack

Caretaker Hoseok(kinda) ft Fever/Cough/Sore Throat

Time Management

Caretaker Hoseok ft Hiccups/Overindulgence

Sick Hoseok Fics

We're Just Roommates: Part One || Part Two || TBC (NON-IDOL AU)

Caretaker Namjoon ft Emeto/Fever

Tummy Ache

Caretaker OT7 ft Aggressive Stomach Ache

Mealtime with SUGA

Caretaker Yoongi ft Bloating/Stomach Ache

Safe Zone

Caretaker Yoongi ft Enteritis (Emeto/Scat/Fever)

Sick Jimin Fics

No Promises (COFFEE SHOP AU)

Caretaker Namjoon ft Flu (Fever/Mentions of Emeto)

Movie Night Fever

Caretaker Taehyung ft Fever

It's Gonna Be You(Ngi)

Caretaker Hyung Line ft Fever/Emeto

More than Hunger

Caretaker Taehyung and Yoongi ft Emeto/Fever

A Trip to the Antique Store

Caretaker Taehyung ft Snz content/Allergy

Pan De Bono

Caretaker Seokjin ft Lactose Intolerance (Emeto/Scat)

Nothing Bad Can Happen

Caretaker Namjoon ft. Gluten Intolerance

Sick Taehyung Fics

As Long As It Takes (POLY RELATIONSHIP AU)

Caretakers Jimin and Yoongi ft Fever

Snow Day

Caretaker Yoongi ft Fever

Sharing is Caring

No caretaker (technically) ft Cold (snz/congestion)

All Alone

Caretaker Namjoon ft Cold (snz/sore throat/headache) and Fever

Sick Jungkook Fics

Appa's Sick Day: Part 1 || Part 2 || TBC (MARRIED WITH KIDS AU)

Caretaker Taehyung ft Flu (Fever/Emeto)

Runaway (ORPHAN JUNGKOOK AU) June 27 || February 2

Caretaker Seokjin ft exhausion (P1) and Fever (P2)

Doctor's Orders: Part 1 || Part 2

Caretaker Namjoon and Yoongi ft Injury

Overdid It

Caretaker Jimin ft Overindulgence/Emeto

Sharing is Caring

Caretaker Taehyung ft Cold (snz/congestion)

I Don't Get Carsick

Caretaker Namjoon ft Motion Sickness

Hyungs Can Help: Part 1 || Part 2

Caretakers OT7 ft Cold (snz/congestion/fever)

More Than the Drinks

Caretakers OT7 ft Intoxication/Stomach Ulcer

In the Middle of the Night: Part 1 || Part 2

(Sick JK only in part 2) Caretaker Seokjin ft emeto/fever

A Recipe for Disaster

Caretaker Namjoon ft Food Poisoning