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
Sicktember day 12: "You're adorable when you're sick"
Sickie: Yoongi | Caretaker: Hoseok
Words: 846
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“Is Yoongi hyung avoiding us?”
Hoseok, in the middle of washing the dishes after dinner, blinks at Jimin. “What do you mean?” Then his expression changes, levelling a teasing smile at him. “Did you do something to piss him off? Is that why you’re worried?”
Jimin’s ears flush red. “No! I mean, Yoongi hyung was kind of spacey today, then after dinner he just… went back to his room? He usually hangs out with us at least a while in the living room after dinner.”
“Oh…” Hoseok tilts his head, considering. Yoongi had been especially avoidant of them today, but he had assumed that the older rapper was just tired. But if he thinks further back - on the fact that Yoongi had been looking extra lethargic for days, the packs of tissues that had mysteriously disappeared from their kitchen cabinet recently and the flu bug that had been spreading around the company lately… Hoseok might have a good idea of what was going on now.
“Don't worry, angel.” He smiles, poking Jimin in the cheek. “I'll take care of it. And whatever you did to piss him off, too.”
“I did not piss him - hyung!”
Hoseok leaves the kitchen with a cackle, grabbing a thermometer, a bottle of water and a tangerine along the way.
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Hoseok knocks gently on Yoongi's door, pushing the door open when he hears a rough “come in”.
Yoongi is lying facedown on the bed when Hoseok enters, but he obligingly turns over when he feels Hoseok sit on the edge of the bed. His hair is mussed up and there's a flush sitting high on his cheeks - Hoseok's smile is fond as he brandishes the thermometer at him.
Predictably, Yoongi's eyebrows drop into a scowl. “I don't need that.”
Hoseok laughs. “Try again, hyung. Do you think you can fool any of us at this point? And it was Jimin who figured you out first, not even me.” Still grinning, he taps the thermometer against Yoongi's cheek. “Now open up.”
Yoongi mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like “brat”, but grudgingly opens his mouth for Hoseok to put the thermometer in.
Hoseok starts peeling the tangerine as they wait, humming cheerfully. The younger rapper is full of good cheer, clearly ready and eager to care for him - which was usually a trait he found endearing, but currently as sick as Yoongi was, unfortunately grates on his nerves.
“Sh't up, you'r hummin’ too loud.” He grumbles around the thermometer, just as the device beeps.
Hoseok pulls it out of his mouth, glances at the reading with a soft “hmm”, and offers him a tangerine slice. He stops humming, but there’s a tiny smile curling at the corners of his lips.
Yoongi accepts the slice without complaint, chewing absentmindedly as he watches Hoseok meticulously peel away the pith from the fruit - the way Yoongi prefers it, since he hates the white stringy texture on it.
They continue on like this in silence for a while, Hoseok peeling the tangerine and occasionally offering Yoongi a slice. He starts to feel a little guilty for snapping at Hoseok, until he opens his mouth for another tangerine and Hoseok coos while feeding it to him.
He closes his lips around the fruit and glares poisonously at the younger, while Hoseok quickly holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m not laughing at you, I swear! It’s just that, well - you're adorable when you're sick.” Hoseok says, grinning. “Not that I want you to be sick, but you're really cute when you are, hyung.”
Yoongi swallows his tangerine to retort, “And you can fuck off.” But the words carry no heat in them, and from the way Hoseok is smiling, he knows that too.
He finishes the tangerine eventually, and Hoseok makes him drink half of the bottle he brought with him before letting him lie back down under the covers. He had been nursing a killer headache earlier during dinner, but resting in the cool darkness of his room for a while and Hoseok’s comforting presence is slowly but surely lulling him to sleep. Hoseok huffs a quiet laugh, and says “I’ll let you get some rest, hyung,” but is pulled back by Yoongi’s tug on his wrist.
“Stay.” Yoongi mutters. “It’s getting late anyway.”
Hoseok blinks down at him, before his face goes all gooey and fond and - eurgh, Yoongi can't look at him when he has that expression on his face.
“Okay.” Hoseok agrees softly.
~~~~~
Minutes later, cuddled up under the blanket, Hoseok mumbles into Yoongi’s sweatshirt, “I’m probably gonna catch this, just so you know.”
Yoongi snorts. “Fine, fine. I’ll return the favour if it happens. Now shut up and go to sleep.”
Hoseok let out a sleepy giggle. “Fine."
And the next morning, when Yoongi wakes up feeling more refreshed, while Hoseok sneezes himself awake with bleary eyes and a runny nose, Yoongi only smiles, tucks the blanket more securely around the younger rapper, and heads down to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Notes: I didn't really finish this one but I wanted to put something out ;\
“Yoongi-hyung, will you please let me take you to the doctor?” Hoseok pleads, nearly on his hands and knees for how desperate he is. He’s been trying to take his hyung to the doctor’s office for nearly three days now and each time he asks, he’s turned down with a firm no and a fit of coughing that hurts his own chest just listening to it.
“Seok-ah, you know what my answer is.” the sick, small, pale man rasps, his voice so weak that Hoseok can barely hear it. Maybe he’s just learned to read lips over the past few days. “It’s probably just a flu. No n-need to waste the m-mo-”
He’s cut off by a fit of coughing.
Hoseok props Yoongi’s pillows up a bit more. “You’re only going to get worse, hyung.”
“I have things to do this week.” Yoongi finally says once the fit ends. He’s still left with a slight wheeze in his chest and when he breathes outwards.
“Like what?” Hoseok asks, voice taking a hard tone to it. He knows he shouldn’t be short with Yoongi, but the man is just too stubborn. “All you should be doing for the rest of this week is lying in bed and watching television.”
Then, he adds in, “I’ll cook for you, hyung.” As if that is going to make a deal with anything.
Yoongi scrunches his nose. “I might already be dying right now. You want to kill me instantly?”
Hoseok frowns and lets out a sigh. “You give someone food poisoning three times and they stop trusting you in the kitchen.”
The elder grunts. “Seok-ah ... water...?”
Thank god he can make himself useful. “I’ll be right back, hyung! Please don’t die on me while I’m gone.”
The kitchen in their apartment is only a room away, but Hoseok has never run so fast in his life. He runs so fast he skids on the tile flooring and nearly cracks his head on the wall but then he remembers he has hands and stops himself right before he crashes.
Water ... and maybe soup? Yoongi likes soup. Soup is good for sick people. Okay. Soup. He can heat up soup without blowing up the kitchen. He’s not Namjoon. Nothing bad is going to happen.
Seven minutes and thirty-three seconds later, Hoseok returns to Yoongi’s bedroom with a glass of water in hand and about a quarter of a bowl of soup that hadn’t blown up unlike the other three-quarters. He knocks gently. “Hyung? Are you awake? I’m sorry that took so long.”
When there’s no response, Hoseok pushes his way into the room. Yoongi is asleep, but it doesn’t look restful. He’s paler than usual and his breathing is rough. Hoseok knows it's time to get him more help now.
Hi! can I ask for some Sope sickfic with sick yoongi and caretaker Hoseok? 🥹 with Yoongi being nauseous and needing Hobi to take care of him
Faint Cafe
tw : emeto
a.n : hii anon! sorry for the long wait for this request 🥲🙏 hope you don't mind that i make this as an alternate universe where they both are working in cafe! hope this still up to your liking and as always, sorry for the messy grammars ❤️
Yoongi should've listened to his body, when he woke up this morning feeling slightly dizzy—instead brushing it off as he stood up too fast and he was running thin on sleep last night.
If only he listened to what his body trying to tell him, he wouldn't be in this predicament right now—trying to straighten up his body despite the floor move dangerously like he's on the boat, not the cafe, while simultaneously has to keep the tiramisu cheesecake and iced latte on his hand not spill all over the said floor.
He sucks a deep breath—apparently a nauseated one as he starts to feel bloated and nauseous 5 minutes ago (he also blame this on too much americano before eating solid proper food)—slowly scooting his body as subtle as he can to lean against the wall as he blinks and scrubs his eyes with his free hand.
He gulps. Blurry eyes roaming around the cafe, hoping that someone would accidentally notice his awkward position and ask him whats wrong and want to take his job to bring the order and he can sit— "Hyung, is everything okay?"
Anyone but his manager.
Now, his manager isn't a strict one. If anything he loves his manager. In any kind of way you want to interprets it. Hoseok is such a good manager—that always seen in the kitchen or counter, lounging and working like any barista, that the first month he's here, he's conviced that the younger didn't have any manager-office-like. And he got proven wrong with his bubbly heart-shaped laughs. "Of course i do, Hyung. It's just stuffy in there, and i love being around people", he shrugs off, "Papers can be dealt anytime, it won't go somewhere anyway". Since that, going to work in this cafe has become 10291020102 percents more enjoyable for him.
Unless this time. Out of any possible good time for him to chit-chat and meet again with his manager, slash work crush, it happens when he's disoriented, pale, dizzy, and barely can see anything?
"Uh..", Yoongi try to straighten his body but fails miserably, swaying on his feet and almost chucked the tray to the ground—that Hoseok gracefully catch. "Woah .. easy hyung. Are you okay? You look pale"
Yoongi blinks. And the room spins twice harder behind his eyes. He swears he feels his knees buckles for few second. "No, i'm fine just—", he sucks a deep breath, opening his eyes slowly with grimace, as his throat starts to feel lodged. "Dizzy"
Hoseok look at him with concern and brush him off, "Go to the back and sit, i will send this one"
"Are you sure? I still can—"
"Yoongi", uh oh. His real name. Not hyung. "You look like you might faint. Do you want to send this order to the ground or to the customer? Go to the back and sit. I'm not repeating myself"
Yoongi nods, a little one. Afraid to jostles his body more. "Thank you, sorry"
He sees Hoseok wink, blurily, before the younger jogs away and cheerfully serving the order. Yoongi, hasn't move his hand from supporting his weight against the wall, slowly trudge to the back. It's only 10 steps in maximum, to reach it. But it feels like an hour trip for him now as his vision swims and he starts to breaking in cold sweats. By the time he sit down on the couch, he's fully panting and the wall is moving in rapid motions.
"Fuck ..", Yoongi moans, sinks into the couch while massaging his temple. Dizziness rolling at him like a thick waves, and that sensations spread to his whole body especially his stomach. His stomach swirls, along with the room, slowly rising up right to his chest. He swallows thickly, moving his left hand over his lips—pressing it tightly. Just in case.
"Hyung", the couch dips beside him. And he wants to see the face so badly, but only manage a groan as response as he's afraid he might puke if he moves as much opening his eyes. "I bring you chamomile tea, and tylenol", Hoseok murmurs. "Are you feeling that bad? What are you feeling?"
Yoongi huffs, "I don't think i can—", a sour gassy burp escapes. He shuddered. Fuck.. he's going to puke now.
"Hoba.."
"Hm?"
Yoongi grips his hand, "Bathroom .. now", he chokes out just right before a wet gag forces his way up to his throat. He barely manages to stiffle it, almost slapping himself hard with how fast he brings his palm to clamp his own lips. But the sour burn of bile already coating his tongue. Heavy, and urgent.
Panic flares in his chest—maybe Hoseok's too—as Yoongi know his time is slim as his chest already feels full with whatever food he about to bring up. In the haze of dizziness he manages to bring his feet running to the bathroom, or is it Hoseok that physically drags him there, he doesn't know. All he know is when his stomach lurches for the second time from the abrupt jostles he just did, he already at the bathroom door. And the third one that come 5 seconds later, Hoseok already lift the toilet seat up as Yoongi fold his body and dark brown water shoots up from his lips in rapid pace. The voice of water meeting water echoes through the tiny wall.
Yoongi pants, feeling awful as nausea still thick all over his body and he feels gross and sweaty. His nose runny from some vomit that traveled up the wrong way. "Fuck ..", he curses, slowly kneel and prepped himself over the bowl as he knows he isn't done yet.
"You can leave, Hoba ..", He rasps. The murky water ripples below him. "This is", he jolts forward with empty gag. "Gross"
Hoseok scoffs, pressing the flush as he let himself kneel too. Right hand haven't move from the older tense nape, and the left one busy collecting the long dark locks into one bun. "Ssh .. don't mind me"
"Sorry", Yoongi mumbles, his jaw clicks as his body convulses with new found gags. His stomach clenches in brutal, involuntary spasms, forcing up thick, sour torrents of vomit of whatever he ate today. The sound is wet and desperate.
Saliva strings from his lips between gasps, his throat burning with acid. "Uurrk—", Another violent surge rips through him, more of his stomach contents splattering noisily against the porcelain. He grips his midsection until his knuckles turn white, trembling as another wave rises.
"Fuck ..", Yoongi pants in between the lull, wiping his mouth weakly with the back of his hand. "This is awful". The dizziness hasn’t faded—if anything, the exertion has made it worse, the room tilting drunkenly around him.
"You throw up a lot hyung", Hoseok hums, pausing his massage to circle around, grabs the tissue and flushes the toilet. The stench and sight slowly making his weak stomach nauseous too. "Why would you clock in if you feel this bad?", Hoseok tsk, "Are you done?"
Yoongi sniffles, shaking his head as he scoots closer to the bowl once more. His throat already bobbing up and down in preparation. "No .. more", he huffs nauseatedly. "You really can go, Hob—uuurrkk"
Hoseok winces. His fingers pressing harder toward the older contracting muscles as if it could help to fasten the process.
The sound of Yoongi retches, gags, panting, and Hoseok's soft "Sshh .. breathe hyung, let it out", fill the tiny bathroom stall for the next 5 minutes until the older has turn as pale as sheets and slumps again Hoseok's body. "Shit .. hyung? Are you with me? Hey?!"
Yoongi groan. "5 minutes.. 'm dizzy", he slurred out. His voice cracks at the end with how bad his throat burns.
"Don't faint on me or i swear hyung", Hoseok grunts.
"You can carry me then", Yoongi mumbles, groaning as he tries to sit up, the room isn't spinning as bad as earlier.
Hoseok watches him, his hand hovering nearby, ready to catch if the worst happens and fainting isn't just a joke between them. "You need to go home hyung. I'm serious"
Yoongi walk slowly toward the sink to clean himself up, his mouth feels utterly disgusting. "I can't. I bring my motorbike here and i'm still dizzy", he answers between the gurgles of water.
"You want me to drop you off?", Yoongi looks at the younger from the mirror. Despite the bluriness of his vision, he still catch faint blush from the latter. Contrasting with his serious tone. "It's okay, Hoba. The cafe is busy. Shouldn't you be in the front? Jieun must've been cursing our names now"
Hoseok chuckles at that. "Let me help you settle down first and i will take her rants for the next hours"
Yoongi let himself be guided to settle down on the couch (their only one) again, drinking the tea and take the tylenol Hoseok brings earlier under his careful watch before the latter scurries outside to the cafe bustles. He watches him go before curling on himself and let his facade down. He let out every whimpers, groans, and curses about how awful he felt under his breath. Desperately wanting unconsciousness just to take him and he would magically wake up feeling better and normal.
***
His wishes earlier must've been granted, as he slowly stirs into consciousness. Not even remember when he dozed off. The tylenol must've work immediately. He slowly opens his eyes, cursing when nothing changes—his vision still swims and the wall and door still moving in wobbly circles. And the cafe still bustling with lots of people outside. He shifts, groaning again as he feels the water he took just then swirls along.
He's nauseous again.
He sucks a deep breath. And another five in more calculated pattern. No .. he can't throw up right now. He will fall on his feet and embarassingly throw up all over the floor and himself if he moves as he's too dizzy.
Yoongi swallows, curling himself smaller—hands tight around his stomach—and starting to breathe through his mouth too. 5 minutes passed. And all Yoongi feels is how sickeningly thick saliva is in his mouth, and swallowing it feels like he's drinking lumpy gross liquid, and there's no place to spits.
Water.
Maybe water will helps.
He huffs, steeling himself to change his position. Maybe lying down make his dizziness worsen. Who knows. He just need to sit up, and drink water, and maybe he will feel better.
He push himself up, and that's a wrong move.
"Uuurrk—", he jerks forward, hands slapping over his mouth as grated empty retch pitches out of him. His eyes widen. His breath coming in shallow ragged ones as his brain quickly assess the situation. But his stomach moves faster as it contracts again, sending him forward once more and leave with no choice except running to the bathroom before he make a mess of himself.
Just as he passes the oven, 5 steps in from the bathroom door, a deeper heaves rush over him, "Mmh—Uurrk—" a productive vomit filling his cheeks, slipping into his palm. His breath coming into faster pace and so is his feet. He didn't get to close the door or check if the stall is occupied before he dives into the sink. Letting his vomit-coated hand falls along with mouthful of it splattering against the porcelain. He quickly turns the tap on before he belches, curling further digging his ribs over the counter and his lunch yesterday begged to come out.
and more.
and more.
***
"Yoongi? You in there?", Hoseok frowns, wandering further to the back as he sees the couch empty. His mind already racing with few possibilities, either Yoongi suddenly decides to go home without telling him, or he faints somewhere dark and he won't find him, or—
His eyes widen, in rhythm with the loud pounds of his heart as he heard faint gagging from the bathroom.
Shit.
"Yoongi?!", Hoseok runs to the source of noises, doesn't even need to slam the door in dramatic way, as it already half open. "Hyung!", he jumps right as the older knees buckles. Sink still running and stench of vomit still filling the air.
Hoseok didn't even think it's possible for a people to be pale and almost look translucent. But Yoongi, in his arms now, is.
"Hyung! Fuck .. what happens?"
"Hoba .. hyung is dizzy", Yoongi slurs out with the ounce of energy he has left before everything goes black.
Hey:) Could I request sick Yoongi with caretaker either Jin or Namjoon? Thanks already!
Had a busy summer but catching up on my writing! Thank you for requesting anon I hope you're still around! 💜
Sick and tired
Sickie: Yoongi
Caretaker: Seokjin
TW: emeto
Yoongi was hoping for a productive weekend. He got a lot done on Friday and planned on doing the same for Saturday. But his plans are abruptly thrown off by a random illness. Yoongi gets home feeling tired and nauseous. He doesn't even want to look at his laptop.
"Ugh, I'm only halfway done. This stupid headache is slowing me down." He huffs.
"When did you get this fever?" Jin feels Yoongi's forehead. "You really shouldn't be working tomorrow."
"I mean, I'll probably just sleep it off" Yoongi claims. But his mouth is filling with saliva, that's his stomach warning him he's about to be sick.
"What? Sleep it off?? Yoon, are you--"
Yoongi gags and rushes to the bathroom. He barely makes it to the toilet and a spout of vomit shoots out, mostly in the bowl but a little got on the floor. "Ah, shit.." Yoongi scrunches his face as his stomach twists and forces up his dinner.
Jin looks pitifully at Yoongi hunched over the toilet. The retching and despairing moans in between make his heart sink.
"It's okay Yoon, let it out.." the oldest rubs his back.
Yoongi sputters a few times and sighs heavily. His back hurts and Seokjin helps him up. The older wipes the floor and flushes the toilet. "Do you think you're done, baby?"
Yoongi looks at his sickly complexion in the mirror. He holds his middle and puffs his cheeks. Truth be told, he knows he's going to be sick again.
"Mm..not sure hyun--" Yoongi suddenly gags and throws up a waterfall in the sink. "Oh no--" he vomits with another thick wave rushing out of him. He's caught off guard by how fast his stomach flipped. Jin is just as surprised. The sink's now a pool of brown murky liquid with little pieces settling at the drain. It's not a pretty sight.
"S-sorry hyung, I didn't mean to--" Yoongi's stomach cuts him off with another heave. He retches and brings up another layer of slop, coated with a sour taste. His stomach contracts harshly as it forces it all out.
"Awwh don't worry about it Yoongichi" Jin assures. "That sounded pretty rough, does your tummy hurt?"
Yoongi nods with a pitiful epxression. "Mm..yeah.." he groans, holding his stomach.
"Let's get you to bed" Seokjin murmurs. Yoongi is exhausted and desperately wants to sleep.
"Here, this should help a bit." Seokjin gives Yoongi the hot pack to help his tummy pain but the weight of it on his stomach is too much.
"Ahh" Yoongi winces, hastily taking it off and grabbing the bin as his stomach tenses up and he pukes again.
"Oh no, I'm sorry Yoongi!" Jin frets.
"It's okay hyung" Yoongi murmurs, laying back down. "You're right, I can't work tomorrow like this. I'm so tired.."
Seokjin changes the garbage bin and brings Yoongi water and medicine to help ease his stomach. "There you go Yoonie, try and get some sleep. I bet you want me out of your hair now"
"No hyung, please stay with me" Yoongi whispers, gently pulling his arm.
Seokjin smiles warmly. "Sure thing" the oldest climbs into bed with him.
Yoongi is usually so introverted but right now he wants all the comfort there is. He's so thankful for Seokjin taking care of him and he would do the same. Yoongi yawns, the nausea's fallen enough that he can relax. His stomach is tired and finally calming down inside. Yoongi falls asleep with Jin loosely holding him. He hasn't slept this comfy in forever. He could spend the rest of the weekend in bed.
as someone who enjoys reading emeto and snz, could u write a fic with both? maybe for yoongi? i dont know what scenario, sorry.
Just a cold? (Sick YG)
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Sick: Yoongi
Caretaker: Jimin, Seokjin, Hoseok
Tw: emeto, vom**, mentions of nausea, stomach pain, fevers, snz
Word count: 1227
Thank you for requesting!!! Sorry it took longer than I expected!! (I'm still working on other requests, too, so anons, if you see this, your fics are coming!)
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Yoongi has never been this congested in his life. Blowing his nose has stopped working and he sneezed too many times during a meeting that all the members were sent home. The rapper was grateful for the break but he had songs to produce, not that a single thought could get past his head with how stuffy he feels.
"H-h-hESH'ew.." Hoseok looks at Yoongi sympathetically. Yoongi kicked everyone else out of his room but Hoseok somehow made his way in. He's holding a tray with some soup (made by Jin), tea, more tissues and medicine of course. "Hey, hyung. Jin-hyung says you gotta eat all of the soup or he's gonna take away your laptop." Hoseok explains, handing Yoongi the bowl of home made soup.
Yoongi can't even breathe through his nose and mumbles a groggy, "t'anks Hoba.." he eats the soup slowly, and Hoseok peers over at him lovingly. "Does it taste bad or something? What's with that frowny face?" Hoseok teases, delicately running fingers through Yoongi's hair in a soothing manner. "Head hurts." Yoongi replies, continuing to sip soup off his spoon.
Hoseok tuts, grabbing medicine off the tray. "Take two of these, since you've eaten something. They should work within about 30 minutes." Hoseok hands Yoongi some water. He pops the pills and blows his nose again, chucking it into the half full bin next to his bed. "Keep eating, hyung but I'm gonna let you be. Jungkookie wants me to work out with him." Hoseok smiles, recalling Jungkook's begging to get him to come to the company gym.
Yoongi's mouth curls upwards, "thanks Hoba, enjoy." Yoongi says, now almost three quarters finished the soup. Hoseok pats Yoongi's foot through the blanket and leaves the room, switching the light off to the elder's pleasure.
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With the soup finished and after blowing his nose at least 4 more times, the ache in Yoongi's head is still persisting and his stomach is starting to feel uneasy, and not because of the soup. The rapper has been trying to fall asleep, in the darkness of his room it shouldn't be that hard, yet there he is. Wrapped up in blankets and hugging his stomach.
It had been around an hour and a half since Hoseok left and now Jimin comes trailing into Yoongi's bedroom. Jimin is about to retreat because he thinks Yoongi is fast asleep, that is until he hears a horrible sneeze and moan come from the lump in bed. Jimin stands frozen as Yoongi blows his nose and picks up the bin half full with tissues to—gag into it..?
"Are you okay, Yoongi-hyung??" Jimin says, beginning to stroke up and down Yoongi's back. He hugs the bin, gagging again and spitting out excess saliva. Jimin flicks the bedside lamp on and Yoongi's paler than normal features are highlighted along with his pink Rudolf-looking nose.
"My stomach doesn't feel good, Jimin-ah.." Yoongi says, throat clenching around a heave. Jimin rakes Yoongi's long hair out the way just in time for him to bring up a wave of Seokjin's soup. It looks too much like it did when Yoongi first consumed it and it makes him feel sicker. "Oh, hyungie.. you'll feel better once you're empty." Jimin coos, praying that someone else comes and finds them because at this rate, Jimin is horriblely worried. Yoongi just has a cold, right? Why is he throwing up?
Jimin shoots Seokjin a quick text, 'can you please help? Yoongi-hyung is throwing up :(((' he pockets his phone just as Yoongi pukes again. Jimin pats the elder's back, trying to block out the distinct smell of puke but alternatively can't imagine leaving his hyung alone like this.
The patter of Seokjin's feet quick on their hardwood floors is music to Jimin's ears. "Oh, Yoongi-ah... you poor thing." Seokjin croons, walking over and beginning to massage Yoongi's nape. The rapper is thankful and fast to lean into the oldest' touch. A wave of calm washes over Jimin, but he tenses slightly when Yoongi reels forward with a productive heave.
Seokjin eyes the bowl on Yoongi's bedside table and hums approvingly when he finds it empty of his delicious soup. At least he knows that's not the reason Yoongi's sick. "He'll be okay, Jiminie." Seokjin eases the dancer just a little, continuing to rub Yoongi's back and hold his hair.
Yoongi spits and Jimin hands him some water. "Small sips, Yoon." Seokjin comments and Yoongi complies, water soothing his throat and diluting the taste in his mouth. Yoongi palms his stomach with a grimace, "think 'm done." The rapper says, sniffling. Jimin offers a tissue to which Yoongi blows his nose and adds it to the bin.
"Stomach hurting, Yoongi-hyung?" Jimin ponders, while Seokjin whisks away to clean the bin. Yoongi lays back down in bed, nodding weakly. "I'll go get you a heat back, hyung–" Jimin turns to leave but a cool hand grips his wrist.
"Jimin.. can you stay?" Yoongi mumbles, if he didn't say it then it might’ve never came out. "Oh, of course, hyung!" Jimin grins, taking advantage of Yoongi's request for affection and joining Yoongi in his bed. "Get some rest, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin whispers, flicking the lamp off.
Jimin shuffles closer to Yoongi, their bodies pressed together under the covers. Yoongi felt calmness wash over him just at the comforting presence of Jimin, something unique to the dancer. The pain and discomfort in his stomach was still there, and his nose is congested, but tiredness weighs over his whole body.
Jimin could feel the warmth coming off of Yoongi, no doubt a fever. Seokjin comes back in quietly to return the now clean bin, "sleep well, you two." The eldest smiles, exiting the bedroom. Yoongi can hear whispers of conversation and laughter from their living room, probably Jungkook and Hoseok returning from the gym. Yoongi's stomach gurgles, reminding him of his motive to fall asleep.
Jimin's small hand moves from Yoongi's waist to his stomach, starting some light circles. For the first 20 minutes, it's comforting for the older, however the gurgling and relentless nausea isn't letting up. Yoongi gives in to a few deep breaths, trying to see if he can cope. He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. Jimin is watching him like a hawk, lips downturned in worry. "You okay, hyung?"
Yoongi starts to sit up when mucus runs down his throat, prompting a closed mouth gag. Before he can make a mess, Jimin swipes the bin up, sticking it under Yoongi's mouth. He starts to empty what's left in his stomach, mostly bile and water. He coughs and Jimin has to pass another tissue so Yoongi can blow his nose again. He continues rubbing Yoongi's back just like Seokjin did and murmurs words of comfort.
"Sorry, you'll have to clean it again.." Yoongi sighs, voice hoarse from the ordeal. "Don't worry about it, hyung. I can leave this in the bathroom and get you something else, are you still feeling sick?" Jimin asks, concern clear in his voice. Yoongi shakes his head weakly, "I'm okay. Just sore, thank you Jiminie." Jimin takes the bin and eases the rapper to lay down again. Jimin leaves the bin in the bathroom to deal with later and returns quickly.
"Night, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin snuggles up to the elder. "I'll always look after you."
Give me a V so sick with something like a mix bronchitis and the flu, getting so sick can't even sit up on his own. It starts with just a co
It doesn't matter how I bad i feel.. Taehyung is more important..
Yoongi returned to the bed room, gently pushing up Taehyung's shirt so he could slide the wet cloth over his fevered body. Taehyung flinched when it touched his skin,but didn't wake.
"Da*n.. the cloth is already getting hot.." Yoongi whispers, hands trembling as he dips the cloth back into the water to cool it.
"Hyung, Hyung let me do it.." Namjoon tries to take the cloth, but Yoongi quickly pulls away, making the washcloth drip onto the table.
"No. I got it.." Yoongi says irritably, quickly softening his tone when he hears it. "I got it. You should go find something to eat. You haven't eaten today.."
"You haven't either Hyung." Namjoon retorts. "You don't look well hyung.. I think you should take a break.." he reaches to touch Yoongi's forehead, but Yoongi pulls away.
"I'm not hungry." Yoongi rewets the rag,moving the end of the bed to wet Taehyung's legs, jumping when Taehyung starts coughing again.
"If he gets any worse we'll need to take him to a hospital.." Namjoon says softly, brushing hair from Taehyung's cheek.
"I'll take care of him.. I don't want him panicking if he wakes up and none of us are there.." Yoongi gently rubs the cloth over the bottom of Taehyung’s foot. They say if your feet are cold you'll feel cold.. maybe it'll work to soothe his fever..
Taehyung whimpers in his sleep, Yoongi pulling away in case he is the cause, tensing when he continues to shake even after he stops. "Is he having another bad dream?"
"I don't think he's gonna get much sleep until we get his fever down. I don't think it's a nightmare though. His heart isn't going up.." Namjoon gently scratches Taehyung's back, trying to comfort him.
Taehyung clings to Namjoon, trying to get warmth from his leader. Namjoon pulls Taehyung close to him, brushing his bangs from his face. "I got Tae for now. You go eat. Okay? You're older, so you should eat first. You can come back after.."
Yoongi doesn't respond to Namjoon's words, pursing his lips together with his eyes closed tightly. He didn't believe Namjoon. It's not my fault he's sick, but it's my fault it's gotten this bad. He's so uncomfortable he can't even rest well..
"Hyung..Taehyungie wouldn't want you stressing yourself out over this. He loves you, you know? We all do. Don't be so hard on yourself." Namjoon says softly, poking Yoongi's side with his toes. "Hyung, please relax.."
"Let me do this, okay? I'll eat when his fever goes down. I won't be able to stomach anything like this.. please Joon." Yoongi pleads softly, looking into Namjoon's eyes.
Namjoon sighs. He's not going to back down. I know that look.. "Alright.. I'll go eat then come back." He leaves the room, letting Yoongi take his spot by Taehyung's side.
Yoongi takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes tightly. I don't deserve your love.. His heart raced in his chest, pounding in his ears. Taehyung's coughing in his sleep was the last straw, breaking the wall he was trying so hard to keep up.
Yoongi puts the cloth back into the bowl, wrapping around Taehyung's body, burying his face in his back as the tears flow down his cheeks. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry Tae..I s..sh..shou..ve..been a..g..go..good hy..ng..I..i.." his voice breaks into a sob, unable to get the letters to form on his lips.
Yoongi's chest ached as his heart throbbed in his chest, his breath coming out as short shaky gasps. Even with his eyes closed tight, he could feel the dark haze wash over him, making him dizzy and sick to his stomach. "I'm s.s..so..rr..rey.." he sobs in a low whisper.
Taehyung places his hands on Yoongi's arms, blinking slowly in confusion when he feels the tight grip around his body, hearing the agony in Yoongi's voice. Hyung is crying? Why? Please don't... don't cry..
Taehyung wanted to comfort him, but he could hardly get a breath in between the chest rattling coughs, giving him no chance to get any words out.
I have to stop.. I have to calm Hyungie.. he's.. he's really scared.. he's scared.. because of me..
Taehyung leans into Yoongi's chest, nuzzling underneath his chin to try to comfort him, but the Deagu rapper doesn't react to it. Yoongi was hardly breathing, his anxiety drowning him.
Taehyung bites back the urge to cough, forcing his voice to come."No..no scare..no scare.." he tried speaking, but his voice came out as a raspy whisper. "M..m..kay..I'm...kay.."
Yoongi hardly recognized Taehyung's voice as his, sounding young and vulnerable. Sh*t.. I woke him up.. I need to calm down.. I'm just going to make him worry..
"I'm o.. okayTae.." Yoongi pants, trying to slow his breath. His head was spinning, the blood pounding in his ears and his chest.."It's okay..it's okay.." he was telling himself as much as Taehyung, biting back a sob.
"Cry.. Cry don't.." Taehyung pleads when he hears Yoongi sniffling, trying to get his eyes to focus on his caretaker. "Hyung.. hyung.." His voice comes out as a desperate whimper, trying to think of something that could stop the tears from flowing down Yoongi's cheeks.
Yoongi forces himself to take deep breaths, trying to slow his breathing. Why can't I do anything right today? All I've done is make Tae feel worse...
"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry..I'll..I'll stop.. jus..just.." Yoongi coughs, struggling to catch his breath. He squeezes his eyes shut, pursing his lips together.
Taehyung moves to face Yoongi, letting out a soft whimper when his muscles scream in protest, his fever making every movement hurt. He wipes Yoongi's cheek with a shaky hand, nuzzling underneath his neck once more. "Please..please.." He whispers, coughing after.
Yoongi holds Taehyung close, feeling his body trembling in his arms, his breath coming out as little coughs. "Are..are you okay? Can you breathe, okay?"He asks in a soft, worried tone loosening his grip on the ailing vocalist. "Ah..Sh*t.. Tae...?"
"Frozen.." Taehyung murmurs cuddling back into Yoongi's chest, unaware of how hot his body was. He buried his face in Yoongi's chest coughing hard, squeezing Yoongi's arm. "Hyung.."
"I know baby, I know.. we..We need to d..do some..thing about your fever.. do you think you can sit up and take some medicine for me?" Yoongi takes a deep breath, focusing all his energy on getting Taehyung's fever down. I need to pull myself together..I don't have time to feel sorry for myself.. whats done is done..
"Spin..spinny..sick..spinny.." Taehyung tries to think of the correct words to explain how every time he opened his eyes, a nauseating wave of dizziness crashed over him, making him afraid to open them. He didn't want to get sick. Not again. "Yoon..Yoon no..do.."
"Taehyungie.." Yoongi whispers his name, gently pushing him away. He didn't want to make him move, but he had no choice. It's almost insufferable to lay with him, and he can hardly speak.. I need to get some medicine in him.
"No..no..stay.." Taehyung tries to move closer to Yoongi, shivering violently.
"I'm staying here Tae, its okay, I'm right here okay?" Yoongi puts his hand on Taehyung's shoulder, reaching for the medicine bottle. "We need to try. It's okay if you throw it up.. its okay if you throw up before too.. we just need to at least attempt to get some medicine in you, your fever is getting out of control baby.. we need to bring it down.."
Taehyung doesn't answer him, making Yoongi's blood run cold. "Taehyung?" He freezes when he realizes that Taehyung hasn't been actually answering him. He's not processing what I'm saying.
Yoongi gently sits up Taehyung, tensing up when he hears him moan in pain. "I know.. I know.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.."
Taehyungs stomach lurched, gagging up nothing foamy liquid, clamping his hand over his mouth with a desperate whine. Yoongi quickly grabs the trash bin, moving behind Taehyung to support him.
"Hoba! Namjoon-Ah! Seokjin-hyung..! Jimin-ah!" He calls for everyone one by one until someone answers him. Namjoon and Jin rush in the room when he hears the panick in Yoongi's voice.
"Fu*k.. Taehyungie.." Namjoon sits on the bed next to him, rubbing Taehyung's back, eyes widening when he feels the heat coming off him before he even touched him.
"We need to get him to a hospital.." Jin sits on the other side of him, dialing on his phone with shaky hands. "His fever is way too high.."
Yoongi paces in the hallway by the waiting room. He didn't care about the people filming him and taking photos. All he cared about was the doctor returning to tell him Taehyung was okay.
Please, please let him be okay..
Yoongi wasn't religious, but since they entered the hospital an hour ago, he continued to desperately pray for Taehyung to recover.
"Hyung, you look really pale.. I think you should sit down and drink some water.." Namjoon tries to stop Yoongi, grabbing him by his shoulders.
"I'll sit after I see Taehyungie." Yoongi pulls away from Namjoon, stumbling forward when a wave of dizziness hits him. No.. no I can't be sick now.. they have enough to worry about..
"Woah, Hyung.. be careful.." Namjoon hugs him, letting Yoongi lean against him. "I think you're running a fever.. you're hot Yoongi.."
"I don't care.. I'll be fine.. I just need some fever reducers.. it's fine.." Yoongi's body doesn't agree with his words, the vertigo not fading, his knees buckling underneath him.
Namjoon helps him to his knees safely. "You need to see a doctor.. You might have caught what Tae has.."
"No.. no I'm..I'm just stressed. I'll feel better after seeing Taehyung.." Yoongi hears the sound of footsteps approaching, turning his head towards the sound, trying to stand when he sees the doctor.
"Taehyung-sii is stable.. the medicine worked to bring his fever down. He'll make a full recovery in a week tops." The doctor gives a reassuring smile.
Yoongi falls to his knees, letting out a sigh of relief.
"Woah hyung are you okay?" Namjoon kneels next to him.
"Taehyungie will be okay.. that's all that matters.." Yoongi finally let's himself relax, leaning against Namjoon.
"No, getting you okay matters too.. Doctor, could you please look at my friend here as well...?" Namjoon asks, finally touching Yoongi's forehead. "He's running a fever as well.."
(This is what was cut from the original part. It was written to continue with Yoongi, but I haven't had the time to add onto it.)
Imagine: insecure SJ fic idea I've had in my head all day! So I'll share it here.
Jin's never noticed it before. But when the younger ones call for a hyung, they never mean him. He picks up on it several times over the span of weeks. The younger members have just fallen into the habit of saying "hyung" not specifying whose attention their trying to get. So as the oldest hyung, Jin always turn to look. He wants to help his dongsaengs. But when he looks at them it's always "sorry, I meant Hobi-hyung." Or namjoon-hyung, or yoongi-hyung. It's never him. Even if it's something he'd be good at. Tae asks Yoongi for cooking advice, and JK asks Hobi for home remedies, and Jimin goes to Namjoon for cuddles. It's like a game of musical hyungs, but he's always left without a seat, without a dongsaeng to pamper with his unrestrained affection. It starts to make him feel left out, a feeling he heavily internalizes. It doesn't really affect his work, he's still acting like himself around them. Still providing the highest quality and joking around with them when he can. But he stops the knee jerk reaction of hearing the word "hyung." He doesn't turn to look, already assuming it's not for him. He basically blocks the word out all together. No one seems to notice the subtle change.
Everyone but Yoongi is sitting in the living room, sharing snacks and watching the latest trending k-drama that Yoongi's too busy too busy to care about. Yoongi decided to stay in his studio when everyone else went home for the night. It's around midnight when Yoongi gets back. They hear him enter and fumble to take off his shoes. Theirs a joint telepathic thought that passes through all their minds when when they hear it. Midnight is early for the oldest rapper. But it all makes sense when he enters all sweaty and flushed and sad. The younger members all interrogate him, but he brushes them off and says he's going to bed. He tells them not to worry. So they keep on as they were, but they lower the volume a bit just in case Yoongi calls for them.
It's almost another hour and Yoongi's still not sleeping. He doesn't feel well, he's tossing and turning and too nauseous to keep tossing and turning or it will end badly. He's sick and he doesn't want to be alone. He wants someone to take care of him. Someone he trusts. Someone that feels like home. So he pushes himself out of bed and wraps a blanket around his shoulders. He finds himself halfway down the stairs before he's too dizzy to take another step. He stands there, gripping the railing tight and starts calling out "Hyung. Hyungie. Hyung." His voice is more quiet than usual, and he doesn't shout too loud because it might upset his stomach. But he keeps calling out. When his call goes unanswered a 10th time, he starts to tear up.
Everyone can hear Yoongi calling. The stairs aren't far from the living room. Jin doesn't move though. The five youngest exchange some looks, raised eyebrows and shoulder shrugs. Jimin even subtley glances over to the oldest to see if he maybe fell asleep. But he's not. He's wide awake and just letting a sick Yoongi cry for him. Eventually, Hobi snaps in front of Jin's face. "Earth to Jin-hyung." He gets his attention. "Don't you hear Yoongi-hyung? He's calling you."
Yes, Seokjin did hear Yoongi's fragile voice calling out for a hyung. But he tuned it out. He figures there's no way Yoongi wanted him. But then it dawns on him that he is Yoongi's only hyung. He's the only one Yoongi can turn to when he needs a hyung. He the one Yoongi wants. He jumps off the couch and runs to the stairs. Yoongi's already got damp cheeks by the time Jin makes it. "Shhh, shhhh. Yoongi-yah. It's okay. Hyung is here." He consoles. "Tell hyung what's wrong." He has to admit. It feels good to call himself hyung again. Yoongi clings to him and complains he doesn't feel good. He tells Jin all about his nauseous belly and his icy bones and his splitting headache. Jin listens, petting Yoongi's hair the whole time. "Poor Yoonie. Don't you worry, Yoongichi. Hyung will take care of you. Let's get you back to bed okay?" He takes Yoongi back to his room and tucks him back into bed. He gathers some supplies then climbs into bed beside the ill rapper. And every time Yoongi calls him hyung, he turns at full attention.
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When I started writing out the main idea from my head, it just kept going! I guess you could call this more of a drabble than an imagine prompt?? Maybe someday I'll come back and really flesh it out. Unless someone else wants to write it? Knock yourself out.
