A/N: wrote this in about 30 minutes lol but I can’t stop looking at that cutie jikook picture 🤭
Jungkook doesn’t waste any time getting comfortable on the plane. He’s sleepy, and almost sad about the fact that the flight is only two and a half hours long. He could use a much, much longer nap, but he’ll settle for two and a half hours.
There’s a heavy weight to his limbs that makes him feel like he’s glued to the chair. Jungkook had reclined it as soon as the plane took off, but now he’s just kind of stuck like that, staring up at the plane’s ceiling as he starts to drift off to sleep, but not quite fully there yet. He’s never actually regretted staying up too late before, but this might be the closest he’s come to that– he’s too tired to even reach for his phone, which means he can't turn on his music, and that’s kind of a bummer.
As he reaches a state of almost-slumber, someone crawls into his lap.
Jimin.
Jungkook can recognize his scent and his weight, even in a state of partial consciousness.
Jimin is quiet. And warm. Too warm, Jungkook decides as Jimin lies down on top of him, face nuzzling into the crook of Jungkook’s neck.
But still, Jungkook isn’t going to move. Nor can he. He’s too heavy, and now Jimin is a heavy, warm weight on top of him.
Somewhere nearby, he can hear Hoseok’s cooing voice: Look at those two, I have to take a picture!
Jungkook is too sleepy to comprehend what Hoseok is talking about.
At least Jimin smells nice. It’s the last thing Jungkook is aware of as he finally falls asleep.
*
“...we’re going to land soon.”
Jungkook blinks awake to the sound of Seokjin’s voice. “Huh?”
“Jungkookie? You awake? We’re going to land soon.”
Sniffling, Jungkook tries to make his eyes focus on Seokjin’s face. He’s hot all over, thanks to Jimn’s body covering every inch of him. It’s comfortable, but in a too-hot sort of way.
“Too hot,” he croaks out, knowing Seokjin will understand.
Seokjin does not understand. “We’re going to land soon, Jungkookie,” he repeats, carding his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. “You guys need to sit upright.”
Raising an eyebrow, Seokjin tilts his head to one side. “What?”
“Jimin-hyung is…too hot.”
Jungkook isn’t sure why his tongue feels too big in his mouth. He needs water, probably, and about ten more hours of sleep.
“Jimin is too hot?” Seokjin echoes, moving his hands down to Jimin’s face. When his palm slides across Jimin’s forehead, he freezes. “Oh.”
Jungkook sniffles. In the next breath, he feels a sneeze sneak up on him, and turns his head to the side to let it out.
“Oh,” Seokjin says.
“Bless you,” Hoseok calls out from his seat.
Jimin, startled awake by Jungkook’s sneeze, groans softly and sits up halfway. “Kookie?”
“Hey.” Seokjin crouches down and takes Jimin’s flushed face in his hands. “You’re awake.” He speaks softly, even though they’re all awake now. “How are you feeling?”
At first, Jimin seems to hear him, but then his brows furrow and he tries to lie back down, face seeking out the crook of Jungkook’s neck again.
“Ohh, nope.” Seokjin stops him with a hand on his shoulder. “It’s time to get up. You need to sit in your own chair for landing.”
Jimin groans again.
Seokjin clears his throat. “Joon-ah?”
Namjoon is at his side in an instant. “What’s wrong?”
“I think these two decided to get sick on us,” Seokjin chuckles, like he’s telling Namjoon a funny story instead of bad news.
At that, Jimin’s head lifts up. “Wha’?”
“I think you’re running a fever, Jimi–”
“Kookie is sick?” Jimin asks, turning to look at Jungkook’s face.
“Oh, for goodness’ sake,” Seokjin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Namjoon, I think we’re going to need med check-ups for them both after we land. They’re both really warm and Jungkook is–”
Jungkook sneezes, this time into Jimin’s chest.
There’s a moment of silence. Jungkook breaks it by sniffling wetly into Jimin’s shirt.
“That. Jungkook is doing that,” Seokjin finishes. “If you could just inform the staff, I’ll get them ready for landing.”
Namjoon nods, silent as he walks toward the front of the plane.
Seokjin tugs on Jimin’s shoulder until he sits up. “Come on, Jiminie. You need to sit down in your seat and buckle up. We’re going to be landing soon.”
At Jimin’s hesitation, Seokjin tries another tactic.
“Will you help Jungkook sit up and make sure he’s buckled in?”
Finally, Jimin springs into action– albeit clumsy, stumbling action, weighted down by fever and exhaustion as he uses an extremely hands-on approach to get Jungkook’s seat upright. Seokjin isn’t sure if Jimin is clinging so much to Jungkook because he’s not feeling well, or if it’s because he now knows Jungkook isn’t feeling well, but either way it's a struggle to separate them and get Jimin back in his own seat.
Once he’s there, Seokjin hands him a bottle of water. He brings one to Jungkook, too, uncapping it for him so he can drink.
“Hyung.”
Seokjin turns around. Yoongi is watching him from across the plane.
“Time to buckle in for landing,” Yoongi tells him.
Seokjin smiles. He takes his seat next to Yoongi and buckles his seatbelt. “They both have fevers, I think.”
Frowning, Yoongi looks at Jimin, then at Jungkook. “Well, that sucks. Do they need medicine? I have–”
“A whole pharmacy in your carry-on,” Seokjin finishes for him, reaching over to pat Yoongi’s thigh. “We can figure that out after we land.”
Summary: While on tour in America, Namjoon isn't feeling too hot and struggles with translating. Thankfully, his hyungs are there to help him.
A/n: Everyone has probably seen that video of Namjoon struggling to translate something Jimin said and Hobi getting mad at the translator, right? So, this is that video. 🤣
Namjoon falling sick in America hadn't been on their Bad Luck Bingo card for this press tour. He'd been a little listless, a little spacey before they boarded the plane; they almost expected him to lose his passport at some point, but he didn't, and no one thought further about it given how packed their schedule was the second they landed in America.
Then came the first American radio interview of the tour.
They’ve barely rested for a day before they're scheduled for the interview. Jetlag meant that no one has slept well, and they all show up at the radio station with bags under their eyes and feet dragging, but still determined to make the best impression possible.
Namjoon especially is doing his best to stay focused; there's always an added pressure on his shoulders when they're in a foreign country, the expectation for him to always take the lead in keeping the conversation flowing as BTS's leader and also as the only member of the group who was (barely) fluent in English. They always have a translator accompanying them, of course, but they've learned long ago that it's far more impactful if Namjoon himself could translate for the team.
It's a difficult task on the best of days, and far worse when his entire body feels weighed down by lack of sleep and congestion from the cold he's sure he has. At least they're dressed casually for the interview, and not in stuffy suits or costumes that itch against his skin.
The members’ English have improved enough that they're able to understand the questions asked without much help on his part, but still responding in Korean. He translates their answers mostly on autopilot, keeping his sentences as compact as possible. He doesn't even try to translate any of the more nuanced jokes or references they make, knowing that he doesn't have the energy nor brainpower to process it into English now. It earns him concerned looks from all the members, but it's all he can do to keep smiling and speaking without giving away that anything is wrong. It doesn't occur to him that he could just ask the translator to take over, either.
He thinks he's managing fine, until the interviewer asks, “what's three things you look for in a potential date?” For a second, he's supremely confused - a date? Like on a calendar? Or the fruit? Then the rest of the question sinks in and he realises the interviewer meant date, as in a potential partner. Why does a single word have so many meanings?
Fuck, but English is hard.
He makes a forced, throwaway line - “I've got to know her playlist,” and fakes a laugh, but no one else picks it up from there and he literally has no idea how to keep the conversation going, so he starts to panic a little - but thank god Jimin lifts his mic and starts speaking. His dongsaeng is speaking a little too fast because he's clearly nervous, so Namjoon strains to remember everything Jimin says so he can translate it properly -
His hands are shaking. Namjoon is distracted for a second, gaze catching on the trembling of his own fingers as they're wrapped around the mic -
Wait, he's holding a mic, so he's supposed to be talking, right?
“So, he said, if- if you wanna date me,” he starts, and Jimin is nodding at him so he must be saying it right, “I gotta- I gotta know that we're… Uh-” Sweat is filling his palms; he knows what Jimin said, and he knows how he's supposed to say it in English, but his muddled brain can't seem to connect the dots and the words aren't coming out right. It's embarrassing, how he's suddenly struggling, but he can barely think beyond the fog in his head.
A voice suddenly speaks from beside him. “Translate, please!” Hoseok says in Korean, still smiling but his tone unmistakably sharp and angry and Namjoon jolts a little, thinking that he should start speaking again -
But the translator suddenly starts talking, long fluent sentences of English that Namjoon only wishes he could produce, before he realises, oh, Hoseok hadn't been talking to him. He gives a sheepish little smile in the translator's direction and lets the mic in his hand drop towards his knee.
Hoseok’s hand suddenly touches his thigh, grabbing his attention, before the mic is pulled gently but firmly out of his hand. Hoseok's suddenly keeping the mic for himself, and Namjoon wants to protest, since no one else is capable of translating - but then he meets Hoseok's eyes, burning fiercely with protectiveness, and he lets the argument die in his throat. It's a relief, to be honest, not to have to translate anymore.
~~~~~
The interview ends smoothly after another half an hour. Namjoon stays mostly silent for the later half of it, content to let his bandmates answer, the sound of their voices lulling him into an almost trance. He's only jolted back to reality when he hears the members loudly saying goodbye to the interviewer and the cameras, and pulls himself together enough to give their usual farewell greeting in Korean.
As they leave the interview room, Hoseok makes a beeline for the translator, who looks appropriately cowed. There's a long moment where Hoseok just stares him down with disappointment in his eyes - the translator looks like he's about to cry any moment. The remaining members hover behind Hoseok, feeling a little bad for the translator but also morbidly curious about how things will go down.
“I'm not going to scold you.” Hoseok says with heavy finality. “Because it's true that Namjoon usually translates for us, and having a translator with us is mostly for show. But it's still your job to pick it up when Namjoon's unable to, and when he signalled you to translate for us -” Namjoon blinks in surprise, because had he done that? Most of the interview had been just a blur, for him. “- we expected you to translate, rather than keep silent. While you're with us for the rest of the tour here, please be more attentive.”
The translator looks a little unhappy at the comment, but his eyes cut to Namjoon and he bows to them with a murmured apology. Hoseok nods in acknowledgement, before he stalks off toward where the vans are waiting to bring them back to their hotel without checking if any of them are behind him. The members start to trail after him silently, one by one.
Namjoon is still rooted to the spot, looking at the translator's bowed head in confusion. He feels himself sway a little. Why was Hoseok angry? It was Namjoon who failed to translate Jimin's answer properly, it was him who couldn't-
He jumps when a hand touches his back. “You're feeling a little warm, baby.” Seokjin appears at his right side, startling him because he hadn't noticed the eldest coming up behind him at all. Namjoon doesn't feel just warm, though; he feels like a furnace is burning him from the inside, suddenly aware of the huge amount of sweat soaking the back of his shirt. “Shall we go back to the hotel and see how you're holding up?”
Namjoon doesn't answer only because he doesn't feel like he has the energy to speak, but Seokjin starts ushering him along anyway, his hand a constant support against his back.
“Joonie,” Seokjin suddenly asks as they walk towards the vans, “why did you keep translating even after you signalled to the translator? You could have just asked him to translate for you, like Hobi did.”
Namjoon lifts his head sluggishly, feeling it was far heavier than normal, and blinks at him. “Because… I was holding the mic?” He answers, unsure now. He was holding the mic, which meant he had to speak, didn't it..?
Seokjin laughs, although the sound is a little strained. “Joonie, baby, you're the cutest fucking thing in the whole world, but you're worrying me a whole lot right now. It's a miracle you're still conscious.”
As if on cue, Namjoon's knees choose that moment to buckle. He staggers sideways into Jin, who catches him with an alarmed shout.
“Woah! Hey, I didn't mean pass out right now!” Seokjin drags Namjoon's arm over his shoulders, struggling to prop Namjoon's body upright.
“Sorry… sorry.” Namjoon lets Seokjin manhandle him, turning his face into the older singer's shoulder. He's dizzy and starting to get a little nauseous; it's really all he can do to keep himself upright and match Seokjin's pace as they walk.
Seokjin eventually hauls him to the van, where the worried members are waiting. “How is he doing?” Yoongi asks the second they reach. The three maknaes are watching them with wide eyes. It was probably all Yoongi could do to keep their worried energy from exploding, especially after witnessing the rare moment of Hoseok's anger bubbling to the surface in front of outsiders.
“He's a little out of it. He has a fever, and I think it's rising.” Seokjin confirms as he helps Namjoon into the van. The leader has decided to go non-verbal by this point, bone-deep exhaustion hitting him hard and fast as he settles against Seokjin's side and closes his eyes, ignoring the waves of concern he can feel coming from the maknaes across from him.
A familiar hand takes his hand in theirs. Namjoon opens his eyes a crack to see Hoseok on his other side. The fingers of one hand drum out a nervous, impatient staccato on his knee, but Hoseok's other hand strokes a thumb gently over Namjoon's knuckles, the dancer meeting Namjoon's eyes with a quiet smile. I got you.
Namjoon lets his eyes sink close with a comfortable sigh.
~~~~
Nighttime sees Hoseok in the kitchen, organising dishes with loud clatters, cleaning every available surface he can reach. Their hotel gave them adjoining suites this time, three bedrooms leading to a kitchen and a common room.
Namjoon is snoring away like a freight train in his and Seokjin's room, the maknaes are dead asleep in their room, and Yoongi is in his room, waiting for Hoseok to return. Hoseok is trying to disperse his frazzled energy by washing the dishes they used for dinner in the kitchen, where he was least likely to disturb and wake anyone up.
That proved to be a moot point when he hears the sound of a bedroom door opening, and socked feet coming towards him. “Can't sleep?” Yoongi asks from behind him, raising his voice a little to be heard over the sound of Hoseok violently scrubbing a plate in the sink.
Hoseok glances over his shoulder at him, then sighs as he gives the plate an extra hard scrub. “I just keep thinking about it. I don't blame the translator, because we're all used to Namjoon translating everything, but… Jungkook told me that when he woke Namjoon up in the van when we reached the hotel, Namjoon spoke to him in English. In English!” The sponge hits the bottom of the sink with a wet smack, Hoseok dragging a hand over his face, brows knitted tightly together. “Namjoon was sick even before the interview, but he still pushed himself so hard because he seems to think translating is his job. And he feels like he has to because none of us can speak English well enough to take over. It's so - I feel so - it makes me so mad!”
Arms immediately encircle his waist and a gentle kiss is pressed to the back of his neck. “I understand how you feel.” Yoongi says, sounding regretful. “It would have been so much more helpful if any one of us was equally fluent in English. But, what's happened has happened, we can't change it. What matters is that you handled the situation well, Hoba. That's a big help to Namjoon-ah already.”
“He's right, Seok-ah.” A new voice joins them, and Yoongi and Hoseok both turn to see Seokjin entering the kitchen. The eldest smiles at them. “I heard voices in the kitchen so I came out to have a look. What are you both still doing up?”
“Is Namjoon alright?” Yoongi asks instead.
Seokjin grins. “Sleeping. I think nothing short of an explosion can wake him up now.”
Hoseok huffs a soft sigh. “That's good. He needs the rest.”
“He does. And so do you.” Seokjin's voice is gentle, but teasing at the same time. “There's a reason why Joonie always says you're the second leader of BTS. You handled the situation really well. The world saw a new side of J-Hope today.”
“It's true, I've never seen the maknaes so obedient before.” Yoongi snorts. “They didn't dare make a sound until we got back to the hotel.”
Hoseok laughs with them, before something seems to occur to him and he turns to them with a stricken look on his face. “Hyung, what if I ruined our image by being too harsh with the translator?”
“I checked Twitter before I came out here.” Seokjin responds. “‘Daddyhope’ is trending right now, actually.”
Hoseok's expression morphs into a complicated mix of amused and horrified, and Yoongi snickers at him. “You're the dad of BTS now, Hoba, I hope you're ready for parenthood.”
“I will happily give you full rein of the maknaes.” Seokjin chimes in.
“Okay, enough! Go to bed before I make you, kids.” Hoseok shoves them playfully in the direction of their respective bedrooms.
Before they split up for the night, Seokjin gathers them close and places a light kiss on each of their foreheads. “I'm proud of you both. Now that Namjoon's ill, please take extra care of your health. Hyung loves you both, okay?”
“I love you too, hyung. Take care of yourself too since you're bunking with Joonie. Give him a get well soon kiss from us.”
“Me too, hyung… and Daddyhope.”
“…I'm never going to live this down, am I?”
~~~~~~
After Seokjin climbs back into bed beside Namjoon, who doesn't stir at all, he kisses the sleeping leader on the cheek. “This one's from Hobi.” A kiss on the other cheek. “And this one's from Yoongi.”
As Namjoon continues to snore obliviously on, Seokjin regards the dark circles around his eyes and slightly sunken cheekbones with a small frown. “You don't have to do this alone, you know.” Seokjin tells him. “If you're ever in trouble, don't forget you still have three hyungs who will come to your rescue in a heartbeat.”
There's no response, as expected; Seokjin allows himself a fond smile as he lies down and pulls Namjoon carefully towards him, tucking his chin over Namjoon's head and throwing a leg around the leader's waist. Namjoon’s arms come instinctively around him in a crushing bear hug the second he feels Seokjin's warmth against him.
In the morning, they'll probably have a group meeting to drive his previous statement a little more home to their overworked leader. But tonight, Seokjin kisses the top of Namjoon's head and pulls the blanket up over them both.
omg i saw that you opened requests! sorry if i've already requested something!
could you write something of namjoon with a stomach bug, vomiting, fever? and maybe he gets very upset and cries from the fever and the boys comfort him <33
I love your works~!
No don't be sorry the more the merrier! I can make the drawing request connect with fanfic if that's alright with you
contains: emeto, detailed descriptions being sick/vomit
request: E4: that food was too heavy…
a/n: ahh thank you for the request. i hope it’s okay,,,enjoy!! ♥︎
jungkook turns on his phone, checking the time for what feels like the millionth time.
2:16 AM.
he sighs in frustration. after almost two hours of tossing and turning, he is absolutely exhausted.
currently the group is in new york city, their last stop on the american leg of their tour. in just a few hours the seven members have an interview and a fitting to attend. but jungkook just can’t sleep.
his stomach has been bothering him ever since dinner. the heavy american dish he ordered from room service isn’t sitting well with him at all, and it’s making him incredibly nauseous.
finally, completely fed up with his predicament and in need of comfort, he opens his phone and finds jimin’s contact.
the line rings five times before he picks up.
“jungkook-ah? what is it?” jimin’s sleepy voice greets through the phone. there’s a slight annoyance in his tone from getting woke up, but jungkook doesn’t care.
“can i come to your room?” he says, and then adds a “please?” because after hearing his hyung’s voice, he’s so desperate to be in jimin’s embrace right now.
there’s a pause on the other end of the line, like the older man is trying to comprehend what was said to him, and then finally he answers. “yes, i’ll open the door for you.”
after he hangs up, jungkook stands slowly, trying his hardest not to upset his stomach even more. when he’s sure he can walk without vomiting all over the floor, he makes his way to jimin’s hotel room.
when he enters, a soft light from the lamp illuminates the room. jimin is sitting on the bed, rubbing his eyes sleepily. he smiles when he sees the younger boy.
“did you miss hyung?” jimin asks playfully, opening up the covers as a silent invite for jungkook to come and lay down with him.
jungkook whimpers, crawling into the sheets and tucking himself into jimin’s side. jimin accepts him happily, wrapping his arms around the boy and pulling the covers up to their shoulders.
when jungkook doesn’t say anything, the smile jimin has on his face disappears. he’s beginning to think his dongsaeng visiting him this late at night may be a little more than him just being clingy.
“what’s wrong?” he asks gently, pushing jungkook away from his chest to see his face. jimin notices there are unshed tears in his eyes, and he frowns.
“my stomach hurts. it’s really bad hyung,” he whines out, clutching his middle. jimin heart clenches in sympathy. the poor boy came to him to be cared for.
“are you nauseous or is your belly just aching?” he asks, rubbing jungkook’s cheek with his thumb, studying his delicate features. looking at him closer, the younger did look paler than usual and his cheeks are dusted with a pink blush.
“m’nauseous. i think the food i had for dinner was too heavy for my stomach…” jungkook answers with a grimace on his face. thinking back to the big dish of american food he ordered from room service makes his mouth salivate, and he hiccups wetly.
“kook-ah, honey,” jimin starts gently. “if you’re feeling sick, how about we move to the bathroom, hm?”
jungkook nuzzles his head back into jimin’s chest, whining. “no, no please-” he begs, stress evident in his voice. “can you just hold me?” he really doesn’t want to be sick. if he’s sick, they won’t let him work. and that’s the end of the world to jungkook.
“okay, okay baby,” jimin says, a bit startled by jungkook’s reaction. he ponders for a second on how to comfort him. “do you think it would help if i rubbed your tummy for you?”
jungkook looks up at him with his big doe eyes and nods his head, turning onto his back and lifting his shirt.
jimin begins a pattern, rubbing his stomach up and down, and then softly patting his chest. the younger boy starts occasionally bringing up burps, panting and swallowing after every rush of air that leaves his body.
for the first time that night, jungkook thinks he will be okay. jimin’s hand ministrations are helping to relieve the pressure in his stomach and the pain is slowly going away. but when he brings up a particularly wet belch, his mouth goes sour and the nausea increases tenfold. he slaps a hand over his lips, panic evident in his eyes.
“jungkookie,” jimin says softly as to not upset the ill boy. “maybe it would be better if you just got it up?”
jungkook shakes his head, pushing himself up to a sitting position. “no im okay hyung, really,” he insists stubbornly.
jungkook quickly realizes that going vertical was a mistake. a rush of liquid hits the back of his throat and he swallows repeatedly, cheeks puffed out slightly. for a moment, he believes the worst is over, but a second later the awful feeling he had fought off returns and a (luckily dry) gag takes him by surprise. he covers his mouth again, looking at jimin for help with pleading eyes.
“okay kook-ah, you’re gonna be fine love,” jimin assures, making to stand up. the older boy takes ahold of jungkook’s elbow, pulling him to his feet and ushering him to the hotel bathroom.
jungkook bends at the waist over the toilet bowl, his palms on the rim supporting his weight. jimin moves to hold his sides from behind as the younger gags welty.
jungkook pants over the toilet for a few minutes and it seems like nothing will come up. jimin pats his back, mostly for comfort but part of him is hoping it will help move things along. a burp drags itself up from jungkook’s stomach and gets caught in his chest. he shifts his weight on his feet and rocks forward, whining at the pain. tears drip down his cheeks.
“oh no, don’t cry sweetheart. you’re okay. hyung’s got you,” jimin says when he hears the boy’s heartbreaking sniffles. he presses a gentle kiss on the boy’s temple.
the younger hiccups and then heaves, his stomach trying it’s best to expel the food upsetting it. at this point, jungkook has worked himself up, gripping at jimin’s arms that are wrapped around his waist. “jimin hyung, please—” he chokes out and follows with a noise of distress.
“poor thing…hyung hates seeing you in pain,” jimin says sympathetically to the younger. he starts gathering up strands of his soft hair and holding it out of his face.
finally after a few minutes of whining over the toilet, jungkook heaves harshly again, this time spewing into the bowl. it catches him off guard and he blinks hard, trying to clear his blurry vision.
“there you go love, get it out,” jimin says, patting his back as he brings up another wave.
jimin can’t help but cringe in sympathy at the copious amount of vomit that comes out of the younger man. nonetheless, he stays right next to him the whole time, whispering sweet nothings in his ear and rubbing his back.
finally, after what seems like forever, the streams taper off into dry heaves. it takes a second for jungkook to calm down but when he does, he immediately turns around and snuggles into jimin’s open arms.
after a few minutes of comfortable silence, jimin giggles, squeezing the nape of jungkook’s neck. “you have to be feeling better after all of that, hm?”
“i am,” jungkook responds softly, his voice rough from vomiting. “my stomach is really sore though.”
“i’m sure it is, how does a warm bath sound?” jimin asks.
“it sounds like heaven.”
-
it’s almost 4 AM by the time jungkook comes out of the bathroom, clad in jimin’s baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants he lended.
jimin looks up from his phone and flashes a toothy smile, completely endeared at the way his clothes fit on the maknae.
jungkook yawns and climbs into bed next to jimin the same way he did just a few hours prior. however this time he’s feeling much, much better.
he presses his face into jimin’s neck, breathing in his hyung’s sweet and calming scent.
“thank you hyungie” he whispers against the older’s skin.
jimin grins, nuzzling his nose into the boy’s hair. “always jungkookie. now get some sleep.”
a few minutes after closing his eyes, jungkook’s grip on his hyung’s nightshirt loosens and he lets out a soft snore. jimin smiles affectionately, and then finally joins him in sleep.
Ah, hello hello. I guess I'm here to share some current WIPs with you guys?
I know I don't really post a lot apart from posting my completed works. And I want to change that. When I started this, I wanted this blog to be a place that I can really feel comfortable sharing things and interacting without reservation with other members of the community. I want to really be open about my writing process and what I'm working on.
It has been a struggle. In previous fandoms I've written in, I've had my wips stolen and my ideas uncredited. It's extremely disheartening to put a lot of time and effort into something just for someone else to take credit for it. I stopped writing for a long time after that.
But getting involved in this community has really inspired me to get back into writing. Everyone is so so nice and I really do get the feeling I can put my WIPs out there without fear. I've received a lot of positive feedback and heaps of motivation to continue. Which is exactly what I intend to do.
So without further adieu, please enjoy my google docs screenshots.
Warnings: Romantic relationships between members || Emeto || Illnesses || Fevers || Slight angst. Honestly, these are snippets, so it's hard to classify all possible warnings. But if I missed any, let me know.
Sickie Tae Caretaker Hobi. Set in trainee/early debut days.
2. Sickie Jimin caretaker Yoongi (eventually). Yoonmin romantic LDR AU
3. Sickie Namjoon Caretakers Yoongi/Jungkook. I'm writing it platonic, but read how you want.
4. Sickie Yoongi Caretakers Hobi (sorta) and V. Just some angsty Yoongi missing his members.
5. We're Just Roommates (part 2) - Namseok continuation because so many people seemed interested. Still sickie Hoseok and Caretaker Namjoon.
6. Sickie Tae Caretakers OT6. This is part of a Tae-centric series I'm working on.
7. Sickie Namjoon Caretaker Taehyung. This is also part of the previously mentioned Tae-centric series I'm working on.
These are just short snippets of 8 out of the 30+ WIPs in my drive. I'm excited to be sharing them and hope you guys are excited to read some of them as well. There's a pretty good assortment of different illnesses and symptoms, so something for everyone??
And of course, these are all still WIPs. Plots of the fics will always remain intact, but as I read them 100 times over, I may decide to change some verbiage.
I'm interested in feedback on what people might be most interested in reading. My writing process is messy. I simultaneously work on so many fics so I don't get burnt out on any of them. But if I know one is anticipated, I tend to give it a little more focus.
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pregnant omega yoonie being really clingy during his pregnancy, the complete opposite of his character and so tae is so shocked.
like tae is in the kitchen cooking and yoongi just comes up and stands behind him, his hands cradling his swollen belly. and tae expects him to need or ask for something. so he’s like “hey hyung, do you need anything?” and yoongi just pouts. he’s like “no. 🙂”
and tae is like “.... oh. ok.” so he keeps cooking and yoongi just stands beside him, just wanting to be near and close to him. tae is so confused but he can’t help but to find his boyfriends behavior to be cute.
“hyung are you sure? you don’t need anything?”
and yoongi actually thinks about it too. hes like “no.”
so tae continues to cook with a soft smile on his face, until yoongi speaks up again.
“are you going anyplace today?”
taehyung shakes his head, thankful for a clear schedule. “no, not today.”
and yoongi nods, his smile small. “okay.”
tae then understands.
yoongi just doesn’t want to be alone during his pregnancy. he loves it when taehyung is just around him, to help him when he’s not feeling well, or to help him sway out his contractions. he just wants to be near his alpha 🥺🥺🥺
plot twist ofc: they cuddle and watch movies but sometimes watching big screens for too long can trigger yoongi’s morning sickness so they go to bed.
hmm can i get one where tae is feeling really sick before a concert and he gets really feverish and sweaty and he starts throwing up and it doesnt seem to be stopping soon so he has to miss the concert and one of the other members have to take care of him in the bathroom?
Hey, anon! I’ve had this request done for a very long time, but only posted it on my archive since I was taking a break from tumblr. So here it is in case you haven’t seen it!
Unfortunately it won’t be receiving another chapter.
tw: graphic descriptions of vomiting
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Seokjin cupped both of Taehyung's cheeks in his hands to feel for a fever, leaning down to reach where the younger was leaning back against the dressing room couch, arms wrapped loosely around his stomach. "And you weren't feeling bad earlier?"
Taehyung shook his head slowly, throat working around a thick swallow. The other members and a few staff were scattered around the room listening in, at a loss for what to do. Jimin sat next to him, brushing back his sweaty fringe and rubbing a comforting hand over his arm. Bags of ice were settled under his arms and on his forehead as a last-minute attempt to get his temperature down before the concert.
The second youngest had suddenly spiked a fever about an hour after dress rehearsal, and it was severe enough that he felt too bad to hide it for very long. Yoongi had caught on almost immediately and pulled Jin aside, both of them deciding to call a medic. They had a concert in an hour, so what other choice did they have? The only thing the medic was able to do was give Taehyung fever reducers and encourage him to drink as much water as possible. It wasn't uncommon for idols to go on stage sick or injured, and if that was what was going to happen, the second youngest needed as much hydration as he could get.
Tae was set on going on with the concert - it was just a fever, after all - until his stomach began to act up. Fifteen minutes before admission started, he found himself vomiting into a nearby trash bin. There was no way he could perform like this.
Sejin rubbed his face from across the room, visibly stressed at the sudden loss of a member. "Taehyung-ssi isn't in a good enough state to go on, he has to stay back," he sighed, finally stating what they were all thinking. Although he had expected it, Taehyung felt tears of frustration, disappointment, and guilt father in his eyes. He was disappointing so many people. "Jeongguk and Jimin." The two looked up at the sound of their name, taking their worried gazes off from their brother. "You two need to cover his lines. Hoseok and Jeongguk can take the choreography."
The room went bitterly silent, none of them happy about the absence of Taehyung. It was clear that they wanted to stay with him, ushering away staff members and giving him skinship every second they could. Sejin caught on to the tense atmosphere and spoke up again. "I know none of you are happy about this and are worried for Taehyung-ssi, but we're going to work around it. Namjoon has already discussed some changes with me about the timing. There will be breaks in between songs and one of you is allowed to come back and check on him during that time. Do you think you all can make that work? It'll be different than the rehearsals."
Everyone seemed a little less tense at that and nodded, not quite satisfied but happy with the change nonetheless. Taehyung felt a little bit of his anxiety die down at the announcement as well; he wasn't entirely keen on spending several hours sick while in a room of near-strangers. At least he could see the members.
"And you're sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" Sejin angled the question at Taehyung, clearly worried and not enjoying the sight of their second-youngest being reduced to a shivering, sweaty mess in such a short time period.
Taehyung weakly shook his head no. "That's okay, Sejin-nim. I'm okay." Yoongi looked about ready to interject something sarcastic before Hoseok elbowed him in the side. "It would be bad if the press found out," he corrected. Yoongi was right - he really wasn't okay. He was drenched in his own sweat while being simultaneously hot and cold and his stomach was trying to self-destruct. The fever aches didn't help at all, either. But he didn't even want to think about going to the hospital without one of his brothers. That would be too much.
Sejin smiled briefly at him from across the room. "If you're sure. We'll make sure the medic stays here so he can check up on you." The man paused for a minute, shifting like he wanted to go over to Taehyung and hug him or something similar. Over the years since debut, they had gotten close with their manager, closer than most companies did with their idols. But Sejin must have known how self-conscious and afraid he already was and took a respectful step back. Instead, he said, "I'm sorry, Taeyung-ah. I know you don't feel great. You're our first priority as soon as this concert is over with. We'll make sure you're taken proper care of."
Taehyung smiled weakly in response, legitimately grateful. "Thank you, hyung-nim."
All other conversation was cut off by a knock at the door and a staff member poking their head in, notifying them that they were on in ten minutes and needed to get in position immediately. Taehyung felt his chest tighten with anxiety; they were all leaving him now. Jimin pulled him closer so that the younger was nearly on his lap, giving him several quick pecks on the cheek and disregarding all the staff in the room. Most of them left the room after that, feeling the need to keep the intimacy private. Taehyung deflated under the touch, already craving more.
"I'll be back soon, okay Taetae?" He gave the younger's hand one last I-love-you squeeze and pulled himself reluctantly away.
Seokjin bent down in front of him directly afterwards, cupping Taehung's face in his hands and rubbing his thumbs over his round cheeks. He looked deeply, almost reassuringly into the other's watery doe eyes. "You'll be okay, baby," the older man murmured, sensing Tae's fear over the situation. "We'll come back as soon as possible, alright? All you have to do is wait for us. That's all."
Taehyung nodded and swallowed passed the lump in his throat. He felt so terrible and all he wanted was someone to hold him.
Jin cooed, nuzzling their foreheads together before pulling back. Everyone was being shooed out now, the rest of the members giving him little touches and verbal reassurances as they filed out. Hoseok stayed behind, glaring at one of the persistent staff trying to get him to leave, instead kneeling before his second-youngest dongsaeng and kissing him on the nose.
"Jagiya, you're so brave." The endearment slipped out of Hosoek's mouth so fluently as he ran a hand through Taehyung's bright blue hair, giving his neck a gentle squeeze. "You can do this, aghi. My sweet, sweet Taetae," he soothed, peppering quick kisses over the bridge of the younger's nose and giving one last, plump kiss to his forehead before jogging from the room.
And Taehyung was alone.
xxx
It was half an hour later when Jimin stumbled back into the break room, sweaty and out of breath. The concert intro didn't have a lot of time for breathers - it was the most structured part of the show. Now, though, he had a couple minutes, as promised by Sejin. It wasn't much, though, and he ran to make sure he had as much time as possible for his oldest dongsaeng. He was halfway inside the room, head leaning in to scan for his best friend. To his surprise, Taehyung wasn't anywhere in sight. His turquoise-blue hair wasn't hard to miss, either. Where could he have gone?
"Excuse me," he panted, addressing the few staff in the room. "Does anyone know where Kim Taehyung is?" One of the stylists looked up from where she was tidying up her makeup supplies, waiting for the stage change. She smiled politely at him and strode towards the door where Jimin was standing, pointing down the hall.
"He went into the bathroom a few doors down. A few managers tried to get him to come out but he locked himself in." She frowned a bit, looking as through she herself wanted to coax the younger singer out. Jimin felt his heart sink as he bowed and thanked her, jogging down the hall to where a medic and their manager stood outside one of the doors, looking lost. Sejin's face melted into relief when he caught sight of Jimin, ushering him forward.
"He won't come out of there, he locked himself in fifteen minutes ago." The older man was clearly frazzled, running a hand through his hair repeatedly as if he didn't know what else to do with himself.
Jimin went straight up to the door, knocking on it softly. "Taetae? It's hyung, hyung's here." The door flew open almost immediately and Jimin was pulled inside, arms suddenly full with a shivering body. The older singer pushed the door shut with his foot as Taehyung clung onto his neck, soft huffs and cries escaping his mouth. "Woah, woah," he gasped, patting his dongsaeng on the back soothingly. "What's this about, ahgi?" He was trembling in Jimin's arms, heat rolling off him in waves.
Taehyung didn't say anything in response, simply crying harder. Jimin slowly pulled back, putting hands on both sides of the singer's face and catching his eyes. His cheeks were bright red and streaky, both from the crying and the fever, and his eyes bloodshot, filled to the brim with unshed tears that caught on his long, delicate eyelashes. Sweat beaded down his forehead, turned a bright blue from the new hair dye. His previous makeup was smudged everywhere and he smelled faintly of vomit. All in all, he was a mess. Jimin felt his heart melt at the sight. "Sweetheart," he drawled, face contorting in sympathy. "What's going on?"
Taehyung shook his head and pushed his way back into his hyung's arms, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. Jimin understood. He was embarrassed over the whole ordeal, ashamed about his absence on stage, guilty about the disappointment of the fans, and overly-emotional due to how terrible he felt. Nothing needed to be said. "Darling," he cooed, running a hand up into his sweaty hair, not caring if they came away tinged with dye. "Don't worry about anything right now, okay? You need to worry about you. We all understand, sweetheart, you're sick, it's okay." He continued this for a minute, feeling Taehyung slowly go still in his arms, sniffling occasionally. As much as he ached to stay with he younger, he knew he needed to leave. He honestly needed to be on stage two minutes ago.
As gently and slowly as he could, he detached himself from Tae and kissed along the side of his face, getting a taste of saltiness from the combination of tears and sweat. "I have to go now, baby. Do you want to come out?"
The younger shook his head no and wrapped his arms around his stomach. He wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, it seemed.
"Okay, that's okay. Jin-hyung will come check on you soon. When this is all over we can go home and I can give you a nice warm bath, yeah?" Jimin kissed his forehead again, brushing off the left-over tears with the pads of his thumbs. "Just hold on until then." He pulled his dongsaeng in for a last, quick hug. "Taetae, saranghae."
"Saranghae," came Taehyung's wobbly reply, releasing his hyung and watching as he slipped out the door with a final loving glance.
Sejin was still outside the door when Jimin came out, fidgeting with his hands and looking exactly like a worried step-father two seconds away from calling an ambulance. Jimin puffed out a breath and ran a signature hand through his hair, feeling it fall back into place over his eyes. "He's okay, Sejin-nim, I think he just needs some space," he reassured. "He's pretty embarrassed." Sejin looked visibly relieved at that, glad there was nothing more serious going on.
Jimin bowed politely and fast-walked down the hallway towards the stage.
Management was going to have his ass for being late. But for his dongsaeng, though, it was worth it.
xxx
Not long after Jimin left, Taehyung found himself bent over the toilet, heaving up yet another round of the water that the medic had suggested he drink. Despite it being a rather easy liquid to go down, coming up was a different story. It burned as it rushed up his throat, tinged and mixed with stomach acid. Sick splatters and hollow belches echoed in his own ears, simply causing the nausea to become that much more overwhelming. The next round came up a little too forcefully and some of the vomit forced itself out of his nose, throat clicking from the force of it.
Taehyung let out a pained cry. He wanted his hyung back. As selfish as it was, he wanted Jimin to come back and hold him and make it all go away. He wanted someone, anyone, to be there with him.
He wanted it to be over. He wanted to be healthy and be on stage and not be disappointing the fans like he was now. Anything was better than this.
His toes dug into the inside of his shoes as he fought the squeezing sensation in his throat, swallowing profusely against the nausea swelling in his chest. Tears leaked freely from his eyes as he gripped at the rim of the toilet, shaking and in desperate need of control. His throat jumped with involuntary hiccups; breathy belches that were hot and tasted funny were a constant.
He hated this. He hated this. He ha-
The inner chant was cut off as his stomach won the battle against his will, seizing and sending Taehyung pitching forwards once again, gagging deeply. He squeezed his eyes shut and rode through the next retch, which brought up a little more water and the taste of one of the electrolyte drinks he had been forced to down earlier. It splattered into the porcelain, tinging the water a recognizable pink. It was enough to set him off completely, heaving so hard that it drew his shoulders up to his ears and left him red in the face. Taehyung couldn't even pull in a decent breath, choking on round after round of vomit that has his head thrust past the rim of the toilet. After several more heaves, the rushes of vomit morphed into just a trickle of stomach acid that tasted suspiciously fruity before tapering off completely. He let his head hang over the bowl supported by his arms for several minutes, panting and letting strings of saliva that he was too nauseous to swallow back spill past his lips and into the water below.
The spell of vomiting had not helped his stomach at all - it was still swirling with nausea and cramping despite already being forcefully emptied.
Although he'd been telling himself not to cry for the better part of an hour, Taehyung felt tears begin to gather in his eyes. He missed his brothers and he wanted to go home. He felt terrible and nothing was making it better.
It was like that Seokjin found him, draped over the toilet with puffy eyes, breath hitching on quiet cries. He didn't hear the door open, only turning his head when the cubicle door was pushed open.
Jin dropped down to his haunches immediately, concern plastered to his face. "Tae-baby?" He reached up and began rubbing the younger lightly on the back, getting a strong whiff of vomit. "Are you okay, aghi?"
Taehyung felt his entire body relax in relief as soon as he caught sight of his hyung. Instead of answering he whimpered, scooting around where he was on the sticky bathroom floor and all but falling onto Seokjin, fists clinging to his shirt.
Jin was fast to adapt, settling on his knees and pulling the younger onto his lap. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper from the holder and mopped up the stray vomit, sweat, and tears from the young singer's face. Seokjin let Tae calm down a bit in his arms, stroking his hair and rocking him gently. He could feel how close to tears he was, breath quietly catching as he tried to keep himself together.
"Sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Taehyung's temple. "You're feeling pretty bad, hmm?"
The singer gave a slight nod, tearful, and buried his face into Seokjin's shirt. He smelled like sweat and white cedar cologne.
Jin frowned and kissed the top of his head, brushing away a few tears with his thumb. Taehyung's eyelashes fluttered, enjoying the relaxing touch even through his discomfort. "Let's get cleaned up. It'll help you feel better."
Taehyung shook his head and clung tighter, sure that his stomach couldn't handle any movement. He was an unmovable ball in Seokjin's lap, curled tightly around his stomach as he shivered. Even though he was one of the taller members, he made himself look and feel absolutely tiny. His head fit perfectly underneath his hyung's chin as he rocked slowly in a way that somehow calmed his uneasy stomach.
Seokjin hummed in response, running his fingers through the younger's hair several more times and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "I know, aghi. You need to at least try, okay? I promise that it'll help."
The younger man whined as Seokjin shifted, clinging onto him for balance. As they stood all the way up, Taehyung stayed hunched around his middle, bent over and miserable as the older vocalist lead him to the sink. Jin flipped the tap on and encouraged him to wash his face with the cold water, rubbing his back gently while simultaneously reaching over for paper towels. He wet one underneath the stream of water and laid it on the back of his dongsaeng's neck, watching as the younger visibly let the tension leave his shoulders. Taehyung shakily dried his face off with one of the towels, feeling the slightest bit better from as the fever-induced heat died back from where it had settled stubbornly on his face.
Seokjin cupped the back of his head and guided his dongsaeng back to his chest, engulfing him in a hug.
"See, Taetae? Doesn't that feel better?" Taehyung could feel the smile in his hyung's words but didn't have the strength to return it. He simply nodded and mumbled a faint affirmative. "Sweet boy," Seokjin murmured, kissing his forehead hard and long - a farewell.
Taehyung realized this as his hyung began to pull away from him slowly. Panic flared in his chest and he clung tighter in desperation, a sob choking out from the back of his throat. He didn't want to be left alone again.
"Hey, none of that. Look at me, sweetheart," Seokjin soothed, guiding Taehyung's eyes to his own. "You're alright. It's gonna be alright, okay?" He reached up and began stroking Taehyung's face with his thumb, fingers catching a few tears as they fell down his cheeks. "One of your hyungs will be back very soon. You know we'd never leave you alone."
The younger nodded, blinking back tears and deliberately slowing down his breathing. They would be back. No one was leaving him.
"That's it, baby," Seokjin sighed, smiling. "It'll be okay. As soon as we're done here, we can take you home and let you rest as much as you want. How does that sound, hmm?" Taehyung nodded again and pawed off his face with the sleeves of his shirt, not caring about the makeup that had smeared all over his clothes. "Okay," Jin purred, pulling his dongsaeng in for a final hug. "Hyung-nim is always outside for you if you need him," he said into Tae's hair.
"Yes, hyung."
"If you want to go to the hospital or need more medicine just tell him."
"I will, hyung."
"And you can always go lie down in the dressing room, the noonas won't care-"
"Hyung," Taehyung lauged, pulling back to look at the older man. Jin's face broke into a cheeky grin as soon as he saw the younger's face - had he been trying to get a laugh out of him?
"Aish, okay. I'll be back soon, Taetae."
"Okay, hyung." He sighed as Seokjin placed a kiss on his forehead and squeezed his hand before slipping out the door.
Taehyung stumbled back against the wall and slid down it, too weak to hold himself up for long. He curled around his stomach, pulling his knees up to his chest and leaning his head on his kneecaps. It's not so bad, he thought. As long as he could make it to whenever someone came to check on him he would be okay.
Swallowing back a few hiccups, he folded further into himself and moaned. Maybe this was going to be a little more difficult than he had thought.
