Requests: What I Will And Won't Write

Requests: What I will and won't write

I decided I'm gonna start writing here. So here's some things I will and won't write.

What I will write💞 :

Emeto

Stomach aches

Fevers

Most stomach based illnesses - like bugs, food poisoning and intolerances-

Appendicitis - I love appendicitis fics so, so much so hell yeah I'll right about it-

Car sickness

What I won't write💔 :

Emetophillia

Character death

Male pregnancies

NSFT/smut

Major illness such as cancer

Oc's

Feederism

eprocto

omorashi

Au's where they are like hybrid -I dont know what it's called-

Snz content -sorry I'm not really into it-

Who I'll right about: BTS

♥︎♥︎♥︎Feel free to leave some requests!♥︎♥︎♥︎

Just thought to post this.

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NOT JUST SEASICKNESS -- Part Two!

sorry it's been so longgggg but here it is! this is my collab with @chickennoodle-jhope of Taehyung and Namjoon sick in Mexico. If you haven't read Part One or need to reread, it's linked here. We hope you enjoy this chapter! <333

Sickies: Namjoon and Taehyung Cartakers: Jungkook and Jimin Sickness: Nausea, fever, vomiting, (not seasickness..) Word Count: 9265 (Sorry it's so long) Excerpt: "He was in such a hurry, he never managed to click on the lights, and now relies solely upon the hallway light that floods into the bathroom. The amount of noise he made did, in fact, stir Taehyung, and the vocalist is now leaning over the side of the bed, gagging.  And of course, with all this commotion, poor Jungkook and Jimin are awake all over again."

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CHAPTER TWO

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It had taken at least an hour for Namjoon’s middle to calm down enough before Jimin could continue driving, and the two of them reach the hotel way after schedule, a worried Jungkook meeting them at the room door. 

“Where were you guys? I thought you were just getting a thermometer.” The bunny says, arms folded and brow furrowed. He follows his hyungs with his eyes as they enter the room. Admittedly, he’s worried, but it comes off more as whining than anything else.

“We had a slight complication. But it’s okay now. Go rest, Kookie.” 

Jimin passes off the bag of items to Jungkook before carefully helping Namjoon to get his shoes off and head back to the room he and Taehyung were in. 

The leader is still walking hunched over, moaning ever so softly with each step. 

He isn’t sure if this is a ‘I’m going to be sick’ feeling or if it’s just a nagging cramp from the amount of times he’s been sick so far, but he really wishes it would screw off. 

The vocalist and leader enter the back room to find Taehyung wrapped in a comforter, mouth open slightly as he sleeps. He’s definitely sick, Jimin notes, because he never sleeps that easily.

“Poor baby.” The mochi mutters, sighing at the sight of his friend’s pained expression that he wears, even in sleep. He’s once again pulled to attention though when Namjoon sucks in a sudden breath.

“Acck—” the leader doubles over further, and Jimin’s brown orbs search him worriedly.

“Hyung?” The smaller man prepares to direct Namjoon to the bathroom, but the taller man stops him.

“It’s nothing just…a cramp. I just gotta—” Namjoon’s voice trails off and he squeezes both eyes shut in pain. He’s trying so hard not to look too bad in front of poor Jimin, but it’s harder than he thought to conceal his reaction to the sudden pain in his abdomen.

 When the cramp subsides slightly, Namjoon carefully lumbers over to his and Taehyung’s shared bed, sitting on the end of it with a pained groan.

“Oh, God.” He moans out.

Jimin chews his bottom lip. The cramps just keep getting worse for the leader. The younger man has never seen his Namjoonie-Hyung like this. What is he even supposed to do? Should they just find a way to get back home and cancel the rest of the vacation? 

But what about the airport? How would they get through there?

The mochi is getting lost in worried thoughts before a sudden whimper pulls him back to reality. He looks at Namjoon but it’s clear that it wasn’t him; the leader is taking deep breaths in and out with his head lowered to his chest. Jimin begins to think he was imagining before another whimper is heard, and that’s when the vocalist realizes it’s coming from Taehyung. The slightly younger ’95 liner is getting a bit restless again.

Jimin has no idea how to soothe him. And he still has to help Namjoon get changed into his night clothes again. And speaking of Namjoon, the leader is in so much pain, he’s beginning to tremble. He’s unable to be helped, 

And Jimin is beginning to feel overwhelmed. 

He needs help, even though he was trying to let his youngest dongsaeng rest. He feels awful for it but, without another thought, Jimin calls for Jungkook.

The maknae enters the room just a few seconds later, eyes filled with worry.

“Hyung?” 

“It’s Namjoonie…he’s not doing any better.” 

Jungkook follows Jimin’s gaze to look at the ailing man before him. Namjoon has doubled over again, his breath hitching softly.

Whatever is bothering him in his tummy, it’s not being kind about it.

“What do we do?” Jungkook whispers, drawing near to Jimin so Namjoon won’t hear the two of them worrying.

The maknae is trying his best to keep the sudden tightness in his throat and burning tears in his eyes at bay. He’s never seen Namjoon like this. He hates to see any of his hyungs hurting.

But he knows he has to stay strong.

Jimin just shakes his head. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know how to proceed.

“Maybe we should call one of the other members for advice. They won’t be able to come down here but they can give instructions. And we can listen.” Jimin says finally.

“Should I call Yoongi?” Jungkook swallows, trying not to give himself a sense of false hope. There’s no guarantee the second eldest member will know what to do if they do call him.

Jimin listens as Namjoon begins to moan again, but he isn’t sure if they really should pester Yoongi or not. After all, the other members are on vacation just as much as they are. However, when Namjoon moans a third time, the sound making a pained grating against his throat, and Jungkook looks at Jimin for help, the mochi decides calling their Hyung will be the best bet after all.

“Okay, let’s be quick.” 

“We’ll be back, Rap m— I mean, Namjoonie-Hyung.” Jungkook says, and then he and Jimin quickly shuffle out to the living room.

The two members of the maknae line plop down onto the floor in front of the couch, and Jimin pulls out his phone, going to his contacts and pulling up Yoongi’s number.

He pushes the face-time option and waits as the phone begins to ring.

To his dismay, Yoongi doesn’t pick up.

“Maybe we should try again.” Jungkook says. Jimin nods, dialing again. The phone rings.

And rings.

And rings again. But still no answer.

“He’s probably asleep. Let’s just-“ 

Jungkook begins.

“Hold on.” Jimin cuts off Jungkook, fingers trembling as he dials Yoongi one last time.

The mochi holds his breath as the phone rings for a while, and it’s when Jimin is about to give up that Yoongi suddenly picks up, eyes squinting in the sudden light from his phone.

“Ya, Jimin, what on earth? Are you crazy? Have you any idea what time it is? Why did you call me three times in a row?” The rapper is laying in bed, his room dark, and his dog Holly is curled up beside him, sound asleep and breathing gently. Yoongi is definitely at home. 

“Yoongi-Hyung.” Jimin breathes out, relieved to see his second-eldest hyung’s grumpy, sleep-ridden face.

Yoongi can tell something is going on by the way Jimin and Jungkook are looking at him though, and he’s quick to change his expression. 

“Mini, Kookie. What’s going on?” Yoongi asks. Jimin opens his mouth but before he can speak he’s cut off by the sound of someone stumbling, something crashing to the floor, and a door being flung open. And from where Jungkook is sitting, he can see Taehyung rushing into the bathroom, and the sound of the toilet lid being slammed open.  Aggressive heaving follows that.

Jungkook cusses and jumps up, rushing into the bathroom.

Jimin blinks a few times, a bit taken back by what had occurred in the past few moments.

“Park Jimin, what the devil is going on over there?” Yoongi is suddenly sitting up, brows furrowed.

“It sounds like a massacre. And is someone…gagging?” 

“That’s what I’m calling about. Hyung, we really need your help.

Namjoonie-Hyung and Tae Tae are sick and the symptoms are getting worse and I just don’t know what to do. Tae won’t stop getting sick but Namjoon is being plagued by these cramps that’re just like…like they’re from hell. I really don’t know what to do.” Jimin rambles.

Yoongi just listens, eyebrows lowered in focus. He can tell the situation is really bad because Jimin’s voice is shaking.

“Okay.” The older man sighs as soon as Jimin is done. He’s standing up now, dark hair messy and eyes squinted a bit as he turns on his bedside lamp. Holly sits up on the bed, sniffing the air. 

“Go get a pen and paper, and I’ll give you some remedies.” Yoongi instructs, walking to his desk. 

“I don’t know if they’re going to work but the best we can do is try.” 

Jimin nods, excusing himself to get a pen and a piece of paper. When he returns, Yoongi gives him all sorts of things to try to keep Taehyung’s stomach in and Namjoon’s cramps at bay, as well as some stuff for fevers.

Jimin writes quickly, and then stows the paper in his back pocket.

“Thank you, Hyung.” The mochi breathes restlessly after.

“I really don’t know what i’d do without you.” 

Yoongi’s cheeks redden a bit but he doesn’t crack a smile. 

“Yeah, yeah..” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

It’s at this moment that Jimin hears the toilet flush and Jungkook enters the room. He’s got Taehyung with him, the older man leaning on Jungkook with his flushed, sweaty face buried in Jungkook’s neck and one trembling arm thrown over the Maknae’s shoulders. His whole face is pale and his hair clings to his forehead with sweat as he trembles with fever, whimpering and sniffling, most likely in tears from being awoken so suddenly by his tummy. Jungkook holds Taehyung securely by his waist, his doe eyes holding concern and his heart aching for his Hyung.

“Jiminie-hyungie, he’s not doing good.” Jungkook almost whispers.

Jimin looks up, his eyebrows scrunching and eyes burning with threatening tears at the sight of his soulmate so sick.

“Take him back to bed, I’ll be in shortly.” Jimin says softly.

“I’m just going to tell Yoongi-hyung goodnight.”

Jungkook nods and slowly directs Taehyung back to the room where Namjoon still lays, moaning and groaning in pain.

When Jimin looks back at his phone screen, Yoongi is looking at him intently.

“Jimin?” Yoongi’s low, velvety voice envelopes Jimin’s name in such a way as it’s spoken, that Jimin can’t look away. 

“Hyung?” Jimin responds.

“You okay?” Yoongi can see how hard Jimin is trying not to cry. He knows he’s trying to stay strong not only for his sick friends, but also for Jungkook. Jimin gives a nod, biting his plush bottom lip, hard. He blinks a couple times and swallows back his tears with a single gulp.

“I’m just worried.” He admits softly.

“I know you are.” Yoongi turns back off his bedside lamp and climbs back into bed, laying down. Holly happily curls into the rapper’s side once again, blissfully unaware of any of the situation, and Yoongi cracks a small smile at his puppy before turning to address Jimin. 

“You’re worried. That’s normal. But it’s going to be okay. You know that, don’t you?” 

“I…yes.” Jimin mumbles a response.

He’s finding it hard to believe that, but if Yoongi says it’ll be okay…

“Just follow the steps I gave you and then you and Kookie try to sleep, alright? Can you do that for me?” Yoongi sounds like sleep is taking over again as he speaks softly to his dongsaeng, and Jimin doesn’t want to keep him any longer. Judging by the hour here, it’s pretty early morning in Korea at the moment.

“Yes, Hyung. I can do that.” Jimin feels tears burning again. He’s nervous about ending the call. Sometimes he really hates being so sensitive. But he can’t keep his Hyung any longer, that would be selfish.

“Good night.” 

“Night, Chim.” With that, Yoongi hangs up, and Jimin swallows again. He exhales a shaking breath, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. 

He has to keep it together. 

He absolutely has to.

His members need him to.

“Get it together. You have to get it together.” Jimin whispers to himself. Then, deciding to just push through, Jimin stands, checking his pocket to make sure his list is still there.

Once he feels it, he shakily takes a huge breath, and then starts towards the back room again to check up on Taehyung, Namjoon, and Jungkook.

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Jimin enters the bedroom, and Taehyung is curled up on his side on the bed with his head in Jungkook’s lap.  Namjoon is on the other side of the bed, sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest and his head in his hands.  Jungkook is between them, one hand rubbing Namjoon’s back and the other resting on Taehyung’s stomach.  All three of them look stressed, uncomfortable.  Even though Namjoon’s face is hidden, he’s still clearly in pain and shaking.

Jimin approaches the side of the bed and puts his hand over Taehyung’s forehead.  Jungkook looks over at him with tired eyes.  Jimin pulls the thermometer out of his pocket and places it under Taehyung’s tongue, and the younger gags at the object in his mouth instantly, pulling it out and then coughing.  

“Ahh. Taehyung, just a few seconds.  We really need your temperature..” Jimin urges, and Taehyung shakes his head.  

“It’s gonna make me sick, hyung…” Taehyung whines, and Jimin sighs.

“It might, but getting your temperature is really important right now…” Jungkook says, and Taehyung frowns.

“...ok..” his voice is small as he agrees, and Jimin smiles and places the thermometer in his mouth.  Taehyung’s adam’s apple moves up visibly, but he swallows and breathes out through his nose.  He starts shaking with effort, swallowing another gag, and then another, and then another.  He really wants it out of his mouth.  Now.

It beeps after what feels like hours, and Jimin pulls it out and frowns.  But Taehyung doesn’t see his expression, he’s rushing to the bathroom.  Jimin drops the thermometer and dashes after him.

Taehyung bends over in front of the toilet and gags loudly, at first bringing nothing up, but then another lumpy vomit that makes his body tense with disgust.  He coughs, nearly choking on vomit, even though there’s barely anything left in him.  He wants it to be over.  He pushes down on his stomach, hard, and it provokes a disgusting sound and a large stream that he shuts his eyes to avoid seeing.

Jimin’s hands are rubbing his back and replacing his own hands on his stomach, rubbing it gently.  Taehyung jolts as his stomach lurches and Jimin holds him up.

“Open your eyes, Tae…you’re getting vomit on the toilet seat..” he hears Jimin say behind him, and Taehyung pulls his eyes open again.

He wants to look away.  It’s so gross, and he hates every part of it.  Finally, he has nothing but dry heaves left, and he backs away from the toilet.

Jimin sighs rather loudly and pats the younger on the back.  Taehyung hiccups.  “I’m s-sorry for the mess, hyung..” he apologizes.

“It’s alright…just…go back to the bedroom, alright?  I’ll clean this up.  Oh, and give this to Jungkook.”  Jimin holds out the scribbled out note of remedies.  Taehyung nods, takes the note, and leaves the bathroom, and Jimin holds back a disgusted gag of his own as he observes the mess in the bathroom.

Taehyung walks slowly out of the room and back into the bedroom.  Namjoon has switched places with where Taehyung was previously, now lying in Jungkook’s lap while the younger rubs his stomach gently.  It’s rising up and down as he breathes, too quickly for him to be comfortable.  He has an arm crossed over his eyes and he whines lowly in pain every few seconds.  Jungkook looks exhausted, like he’s trying his best to help, but he knows Namjoon is still in a lot of pain, and he can’t really fix it. 

Taehyung approaches the bed and curls up on his side next to Jungkook, who rubs his shoulder gently.  Taehyung hands him the note and asks, “What was my temperature?”

“100.6.  Not bad,” Jungkook says, and unfolds the piece of paper.

“Yoongi says to put a hot towel over Namjoon’s stomach or put him in a hot bath,” Jungkook reads out loud. 

“How would we make a towel hot?”  Taehyung asks.

“We could call room service to bring us a kettle of boiling water.  They might do that,” Jungkook ponders.   “Namjoonie, cloth or bath?”  

Namjoon keeps his eyes shut, but takes his arm off of them.  “Bath…” he says.  “I– I’m so cold,” he stammers, and Jungkook pulls his shirt up to put his hand on the bare skin of Namjoon’s stomach.

“You’re burning up, hyung…Taehyung, can you hand me the thermometer?”  Taehyung nods and grabs it for Jungkook.  Namjoon opens his eyes as Jungkook puts it in his mouth.

Suddenly, Taehyung feels nausea snake up his throat again, and he whines.  His eyes well up with tears as he curls up tighter against Jungkook’s body.  It’s the nausea that he knows doesn’t mean he needs to throw up, but it’s miserable.  His throat aches, his stomach is churning, he feels like he’s in a sinking and rocking ship.  It’s so bad that it’s hard to see, his vision starts to cloud a little as he tries to look at his Namjoon-hyung for comfort.  Although, even with blurry vision, he can see how awful Namjoon feels.  Still, though, he feels safe when Namjoon is around.  It’s good to be near him.  His presence is soothing.

Jungkook sighs through his nose and rubs Taehyung’s back.  “Hyung…are you ok?”

“No..” Taehyung moans and swallows.

“You need to be sick again?”

“Mmm..” Taehyung makes a noise that sounds like a “no” and shakes his head.  “Just feel awful.”  

“Ah.” Jungkook says softly in understanding.  The thermometer beeps and he pulls it out of Namjoon’s mouth and sighs.  His body deflates in disappointment.  “God, hyung..102.1.  We’re not putting you in the bath anytime soon, unless it’s a cold bath.”

“Hhhhh…” Namjoon hisses in frustration and pain.  “I don’t w-want a cold bath.  I want a hot bath.”

“I know, hyung…” Jungkook says, and sighs as Taehyung moans in discomfort beside him.  “We can still do the hot towel thing.  When Jimin comes back, I’ll have him call room service.  The towel should really ease up the painful cramps for you, ok?”

Namjoon nods in understanding, and as if on cue, Jimin walks in and goes over to the bed, sitting next to Taehyung..

“How is…Namjoonie and Taehyung?” He asks Jungkook.

“Not good,” Taehyung grumbles, and Jungkook pats his head gently.  Namjoon doesn’t say anything, putting one arm over his eyes again and the other around his lower stomach, where Jungkook isn’t trying to massage out the cramps.

“Can we try the bath for Namjoonie-hyung?” Jimin asks.

Jungkook shakes his head.  “He’s at 102 degrees, hyung…we can’t risk raising his temperature.  Namjoon groans in disapproval, and Jimin frowns.  “I’m going to call room service and ask for a kettle of hot water, though,” Jungkook says, “and we can pour it on a towel for him.”

“We should have a kettle in our little kitchen, Jungkook-ah.  I’ll go check, and if there is, I’ll start some water,” Jimin says, and starts to leave the room, but Jungkook cuts him off.

“Wait, hyung, what about the mint leaves?  For their nausea?” he asks, and Jimin rubs the bridge of his nose.

“We’d have to go shopping…”

“....and we can’t force Namjoon to translate..” Jungkook finishes Jimin’s sentence.

“I’ll warm up some milk for them.”

“Are you sure that’ll work?” Jungkook says doubtfully.

“No…but you’re supposed to drink warm milk when you don’t feel well.  So it’s worth a shot.”  Jimin exits the room, and Jungkook sighs.

He wants to sleep so badly.  But he can’t.  His breath still catches every few seconds as Jungkook can literally feel Namjoon’s stomach muscles cramping below his hand.  It’s really unsettling, and it makes his anxiety increase.

Taehyung is shaking badly still, and he’s whimpering every few seconds.  Jungkook knows nausea is awful, especially the type that just gets worse and won’t go away no matter what, but he doesn’t know how to ease it for Taehyung.

The older’s stomach growls loudly, maybe in warning, Jungkook can’t tell, but Taehyung starts to sit up anyways.

“Hyung, it’s ok,” Jungkook says.  “Do you need to be sick?”

Taehyung hiccups and nods slightly, and Jungkook bites his lip.  He doesn’t want to push Namjoon off of his lap…but, well..

“Namjoon, sorry,” Jungkook apologizes and kisses Namjoon on the forehead before lifting him up and setting his upper body aside.  Namjoon sits up and makes a noise of confusion, then after a few seconds, lies back down.

Taehyung suddenly gets up and, with urgency, dashes for the bathroom.  Jungkook follows him, wincing as the older just barely makes it to the toilet before he starts.  Jungkook eases Taehyung so he’s kneeling down rather than standing.

Taehyung heaves, hard, but nothing comes up.  He pants and coughs, and his stomach tenses under Jungkook’s hand before he heaves again.  This time, a small mouthful of bile comes up.

He tries to force it, belching, but nothing, again.  Jungkook doesn’t expect it, but Taehyung actually sticks his finger down his throat to try and get himself to gag.  Jungkook grabs his wrist, but it’s too late and he’s already gagging again.

“Taehyung, you shouldn’t do that!  It’s dangerous…” Jungkook hisses.  He doesn’t want Taehyung to injure his throat, but if the nausea is so bad that he’s desperate for relief, he can understand why he did it.

Taehyung continues to heave, but still, nothing but saliva and coughs come up.  His eyes well up with the force of it, and teardrops land in the toilet water.  He nearly chokes and hits his head, and Jungkook pulls him back.

“Stop it, hyung, there’s nothing left,” Jungkook orders, and Taehyung shakes his head.

“There’s…something.”  He’s panting, trying to force himself to gag again, but his body is too weak.

“No.  We’re going back to bed, you’ll injure yourself doing this.”  Jungkook’s tone is stern.  He doesn’t want to be harsh, but it’s seriously getting risky for Taehyung to do this so much.  It’ll make him sore at best, and at worst…Jungkook doesn’t know.

He picks Taehyung up under his armpits and flushes the toilet, then walks him back to bed and helps him lay down.  Taehyung moans in discomfort, and Jungkook sighs and reassures him, “It’s ok, hyung.  We’re going to make it better.”

“No…the nausea won’t go away…I need to be sick..” Taehyung insists.

Jungkook sighs again sympathetically.  “We can give you some warm water and salt to induce vomiting if you really need it hyung…but I think you should give your tummy a rest for now…”

Namjoon turns over so he’s lying facedown and makes a noise of agreement.  “Don’t hurt yourself, Tae…” his voice is weak and muffled, but it’s still audible.

Jungkook sighs and rubs Namjoon’s back gently.  “How do you feel, Namjoon?” 

Namjoon exhales and turns to his side.  He doesn’t want to say he feels awful, even though he does, because Taehyung is there.  So he shrugs.

Jungkook seems to get the message that he’s just putting up a front so he doesn’t upset Taehyung, so he smiles a little at Namjoon.  “Come rest on my lap.” 

Namjoon starts to unfold himself, but he nearly yelps in pain at how much it hurts.  “Hyung?” Jungkook asks, eyes wide.  Namjoon responds with a low moan, his eyes scrunching shut as he curls in tighter on himself and wraps his arms around his stomach.

Jungkook is unsure what to do.  Luckily, Jimin walks in, holding a kettle of steaming water.  He runs to the bathroom to set it down in the bathtub and approaches the bed, where everyone is laying down in various positions.

“Jungkook?  Is everything ok?  Was Taehyung sick again?”  Jimin asked, and Jungkook shook his head.

“I mean, kind of.  He tried to be.  He gagged a lot but nothing came up.”

“Ah.”  Jimin looks over at Namjoon.  “Well, I have the hot water for Namjoonie, and the milk is heating up right now.  So I’ll go put a towel in the bathtub and pour this water over it.  Can you help Namjoon take off his shirt?  I think I’ll bring him to the bath once the towel is ready and put him in.”

“Won’t his arms get cold?” Jungkook asks.  Jimin contemplates for a moment, chewing on his lip.

“We can put a hoodie over the towel.  Yoongi-hyung says to just wrap it around his torso.  Or just have him lay down and drape it over his stomach.”

Jungkook wants to laugh.  It’s such a weird remedy.  But it’s what they have.  “Ok, hyung, I’ll stay here with Tae, and you take Namjoon-hyung and your water to the bathroom.  But be careful, let the towel cool off, you could hurt him if the towel is too hot,” he says, and Jimin nods.

“Joonie, let’s go.”

-

Jimin had expected to have a hard time getting Namjoon to the bathroom, but not to this degree. The ill man can barely hold his aching body up, trembling hard and doubling over every two seconds because of the pulsating cramps that rage in his tummy. The trek to the bathroom is a slow one, and Jimin has to sit the leader on top of the closed toilet lid to get the towel wrapped about his waist. The mochi works quickly, making sure the towel isn’t hot enough to injure his Hyung, just hot enough to bring him some relief. It must be helping a little, because the warmth of it makes Namjoon groan in relief, closing his eyes to relish the brief feeling of comfort.

“Is it helping any, Hyung?” Jimin asks, dark brown orbs glancing up to search Namjoon’s face. The leader nods his head slowly.

“A bit.” He replies, his voice slow and drowsy. Jimin gives a satisfied hum at this reply and goes to retrieve Namjoon’s hoodie, gently pulling it onto his Hyung when he returns. After that it’s back to bed with Namjoon to lay down, and once Jungkook has his leader comfortable enough, Jimin excuses himself to go check on the milk. It’s ready, so he pours it into two glasses, bringing it back to his soulmate and leader.

“Okay, guys. I have some warm milk for you. I’m not sure if it’ll help any but let’s give it a try, hm?” Jimin’s voice has become significantly slower within the past hour, and Jungkook can’t help but worriedly study his hyung’s face. Poor Jimin looks like he’s going to fall over. He needs to sleep. Soon. 

Taehyung and Namjoon can hear his exhaustion as well, so they mutually agree, without a word to each other, to just sit up and drink the milk without protest. Or, as much of it as they can stomach, at least. Jungkook helps them both to sit up, and Jimin hands them each a glass, though they’re both trembling so hard, they need help to hold it. So Jungkook helps Namjoon and Jimin helps Taehyung.

Namjoon’s tummy definitely takes the thick, warm beverage better than Taehyung’s does. He finishes about half the glass, while Taehyung’s first sip has him gagging on the milk’s consistency.

Jimin starts to pull the glass away, but Taehyung is so desperate for relief, he shakes his head, forcing himself to drink again. 

“Taehyung, don’t drink it if your stomach doesn’t want it.” Jimin says in a warning tone. Jungkook looks over. Taehyung’s expression is screaming desperation for relief, but the things he’s doing to get that relief are a bit worrisome. 

“I’m okay.” Taehyung mutters over another gag.

“Really.”

It’s not true. Everyone knows it’s not, but Taehyung insists on drinking about a quarter of the glass. His stomach does keep it down, but only for about fifteen minutes. During that time, Jimin manages to take the cups back to the sink and rinse them out, placing them in the dishwasher. But when he returns, Taehyung is headed back to the bathroom again. So Jimin completely changes his route, making a full circle turn-around and following Taehyung again. This is getting exhausting.

——

Taehyung manages to get sick, but after that he feels worse, not better. His whole stomach is seizing now, sending a burning, contracting feeling from his stomach to his throat. 

“Hyung, it didn’t helpppp.” The vocalist whines. Jimin flushes the toilet, rubbing Taehyung’s back.

“I know, Tae. I’m sorry, baby.” The mochi says softly. 

“Wanna try to go back to sleep?” 

Taehyung nods his head, eyes blinking drowsily. 

“Okay. Come on, baby bear.” Jimin slowly gets up, gently pulling Taehyung with him. The younger vocalist tumbles and stumbles, so Jimin holds his waist, bringing him back to the room. Taehyung slowly climbs into bed, turning onto his side with arms tucked between his legs. Next to him, Namjoon has fallen asleep, mouth open slightly with a soft snoring. It doesn’t take long for Taehyung to join his leader in his dreams, and once he does, Jimin and Jungkook leave the room to go tidy up some. It’s so late, and both members are dragging. Jungkook heads to do the dishes while Jimin starts to pick up around the living area.

When they’ve finished, they both crash on the couch, Jimin slumping into Jungkook’s muscular body. 

Jungkook’s head leans over onto Jimin.

“I’m so tired, hyung.” Jungkook mutters, sighing heavily. 

“I’m so tired.” 

Jimin hums an agreement. He is too. This is really bad. 

“Maybe we should try to—“ Jimin pauses, yawning loudly. It’s one of those forceful ones that hurt your jaw and make your eyes water like crazy, and he’s quick to cover his mouth because he knows it looks weird.

“—try to sleep.” He exhales as he finishes.

“At least for the few minutes we have.” 

“Do you think we have long? Taehyungie-Hyung’s stomach—“ Jungkook begins to recount the earlier situations but Jimin doesn’t seem to want to recall, because he holds up his hand.

“I know. But we can’t just run on empty all night. It’ll be morning soon, the least we can do is try to rest.” Jimin curls up a bit more into Jungkook’s side as he’s speaking, sniffling and rubbing his right eye with one small hand. His eyes are beginning to burn because they’re so desperate to close, and he’s giving in.

“Just for five minutes, let’s sleep. Please?” 

“Okay, Hyung.” Jungkook leans in closer to Jimin, yawning softly. He’s slowly losing the battle to weariness but he gives in, surrendering the fight and relaxing his whole body, down to his toes. That’s all he needs to do before he’s out like a light. Jimin sighs, glancing over briefly.

He’s almost too anxious to sleep. He doubts he’ll get more than five minutes, maybe ten if Namjoon and Taehyung’s stomachs are generous enough. But if he doesn’t at least try to relax, he’s going to have an issue later. And whether that be crankiness, muscle pain, or a sickness of his own, Jimin is not willing to find out. So he closes his weary eyes, allowing himself to melt into the warmth of Jungkook’s side and drift off into a restless sleep.

———

In the time that Jimin and Jungkook were on the couch, talking and dozing off, Namjoon has awoken. He’s sitting up in the bed, arms wrapped around his middle. The towel has gone cold, and now lays heavily and soggily about his middle. And his middle. His middle is just the worst. It’s hurting so badly. The leader suppresses a nauseated groan, closing his eyes tightly. He opens them a little just to check and see if Taehyung is awake, but he really can’t tell. The bear’s fluffy hair is the only thing that can be seen from under the blanket. Namjoon huffs a hot, nauseated breath. Now he has to worry about being quiet too for fear that he’ll stir his dongsaeng, which will stir his dongsaeng’s ever-cranky tummy. 

But Namjoon quickly realizes that he’s going to have to make a move to the bathroom soon, or else his gagging alone will stir Taehyung. The bathroom isn’t too far, but Namjoon is worried about attempting to get out of bed. 

‘How do I do this…’ he thinks to himself, sighing. 

‘If Tae feels the bed dip, surely he’ll—‘ Namjoon’s thoughts are rudely interrupted when his stomach lurches. Without much time for another thought, the leader is forced to jump up and scurry down the hall, flinging the bathroom door open and crashing to his knees in front of the toilet. He was in such a hurry, he never managed to click on the lights, and now relies solely upon the hallway light that floods into the bathroom.

The amount of noise he made did, in fact, stir Taehyung, and the vocalist is now leaning over the side of the bed, gagging. 

And of course, with all this commotion, poor Jungkook and Jimin are awake all over again.

A slurred rush of curses leaves Jimin’s lips as he slides off of the couch, wobbling a little before easing into running so he can go assist Namjoon. Behind him, a sluggish Jungkook sweeps up a trash bin as he pulls himself off of the couch, hurrying to the back room to aid Taehyung.

Once in the bathroom, Jimin lowers himself heavily to the ground next to Namjoon, who sits on his knees with his arms folded over the toilet and his head rested on his arms.

He’s dry heaving, and tiny trickles of vomit splatter into the water every so often. Jimin has heard enough puking to last him a lifetime by this point, and he swallows a few times to keep his own stomach in place, Adam’s apple bobbing. The smell is enough to turn anyone’s stomach.

Namjoon’s groaning breaks Jimin from his thoughts and the mochi turns to his leader, beginning to rub his back.

“Poor Joonie-Hyung…” Jimin mutters, voice slurred with sleep. Namjoon catches the tone and lifts his head to look at Jimin, registering how exhausted his dongsaeng is.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” It’s taking all the leader’s effort to speak. His voice is gone and it grates his throat profusely. It hurts. Everything hurts. Namjoon has never felt so badly before. But still, even with his muscles burning, his tummy contracting, and his head spinning ridiculously, he worries for Jimin. The mochi looks like he’s going to pass out at any second. But in reply to Namjoon’s question, Jimin only shakes his head.

“I was never really…asleep.” The vocalist garbles. 

Namjoon begins to try to speak again but his stomach wrenches and tightens and before he knows it, he’s leaning over that dang bowl and coughing up little bits of milk and bile all over again.

Jimin moves his hand from Namjoon’s back to his neck, silently massaging.

Meanwhile, Jungkook is trying to move Taehyung to the bathroom. The ‘95 line member can barely move. His legs feel like jelly as he hugs the trash bin close to himself. He keeps gagging aggressively, but bringing up little trickles of milk and bile. Jungkook manages to get him out of bed, but on the walk to the bathroom, Taehyung suddenly feels his legs go and now he sits in the hallway, head ducked into the trash bin. Jungkook crouches next to him, rubbing his back. The maknae meets Jimin’s eyes from where he stays, and both caretakers glance at the sick member across from them, then back at each other. This is going to be a very long night.

——

Jimin’s rude awakening for the morning comes in the form of him falling over and hitting his head on the side of the bathtub. He jumps, sucking in a harsh, hiss of a breath. That hurt.

The vocalist sits up and looks around. His vision is blurry for lack of sleep and sensitivity from banging his head, but he makes out the blob that is Namjoon asleep on the floor next to him. Jimin isn’t sure when he dozed and he wants to slap himself for falling asleep when Namjoon needed him. How could he even doze? The vocalist leans over to look into the hallway, where Jungkook is asleep against the wall, and Taehyung lays curled up in a little ball, soiled trash can resting next to his head. Everyone is exhausted. Jimin can’t blame them. That was an awful night. 

In the hallway, Jungkook begins to stir, his head leaning off to the side before his dark brown orbs open and he meets Jimin’s choco-colored eyes. The two members look at each other for a while, silently trying to figure out how to proceed with their day. They finally decide to just carefully get up and try moving the sickies to bed. It’s a task that proves difficult, especially because Taehyung tries to cling, but after it’s said and done, the two sick members fall asleep once again.

So Jimin and Jungkook head to the kitchen to try and make some jook and tea to at least get something in Namjoon and Taehyung when they wake.

When Taehyung awakes this time, it’s not because he needs to be sick.  It’s because he’s hungry.  He didn’t expect to be, but there’s nothing left in his stomach, so it makes sense that he’d need to eat.  Though..it’d still be a bad idea, probably.  He pulls himself up after a few seconds, rubbing at his eyes and wondering if Namjoon is hungry, too, or if he’s too nauseous to feel that at all.  Or maybe he’s asleep.

Taehyung feels his lower stomach churn, and he groans internally when he realizes he needs to go to the bathroom…and it probably won’t be pleasant.

He stands up, brushing his hair out of his face, and pads over to the bathroom, to find Namjoon asleep on the floor next to the toilet.  Taehyung kneels down next to Namjoon and shakes him.

“Namjoon-ah…” he says softly.

Namjoon blinks awake, wincing and crossing his arms over his stomach.  “Wh…”

“I have to go to the bathroom..” Taehyung says softly.  “So…”

Namjoon groans.  “Go the other one…”

“I’m already here…Namjoon, I really have to use the bathroom…now..”

Namjoon makes a sound of annoyance and sits up.  “Ok.”  He drags himself out of the bathroom, but he’s too lazy and in too much pain to drag himself to bed, so he lays back down on the floor outside of the bathroom.  He still feels awful.  He thought he’d feel better after sleep.  But he’s nauseous, and his stomach hurting horribly.  He just wants to sleep until the end of the day, and he’s kind of upset with Taehyung waking him up, but he’s too tired to care that much.

He settles himself and closes his eyes.

Maybe he was asleep for twenty minutes?  He wakes up to Taehyung flushing the toilet and coming out of the bathroom, then laying down next to him and wrapping his arms around him.

Namjoon keeps his eyes shut, but tries to pull away.  “No..Tae..” he mumbles, trying to squirm out of the younger’s grasp, but he’s too exhausted to try long, and Taehyung needs this comfort anyways…

Namjoon resigns himself to shutting his eyes again, even though he’s uncomfortable.  He can’t sleep though, even as he hears Taehyung snoring next to him.  So he stares at the ceiling until Jungkook comes.

—

Jungkook had thought that Taehyung and Namjoon were sleeping peacefully, but when he came back to the hall, Taehyung was gone.  He looked in the bedroom, but he wasn’t there either, and eventually he walked towards the bathroom and found Taehyung and Namjoon together on the floor. 

“Namjoonie?” Jungkook says softly, kneeling down next to his hyungs.  “Tae-hyung?”

Namjoon whispers, “Make him let go.” Jungkook tries to suppress a smile at the situation of Taehyung clinging to an unwilling Namjoon, covering his mouth with his hand before shaking Taehyung gently.

“Taehyung, wake up,” he says softly, and Taehyung blinks awake.

“Mm..what..?” Taehyung asks, and Jungkook starts pulling his arms away from Namjoon.

“You need to let go of him.  It’s time breakfast anyways,” Jungkook explains, and Taehyung lets him pull his arms away, then pulls himself up to sit.  Namjoon sits up, too.

“...What is it for breakfast?” Namjoon asks.

“Jook, chicken..” Jungkook answers.”

“Chicken jook? No..” Taehyung shakes his head.

“You need the chicken broth…for protein..” Jungkook says, patting Taehyung’s shoulder, “Can you guys stand?  Come to the kitchen?”

Taehyung and Namjoon nod, pulling themselves up onto their feet and following Jungkook to the kitchen slowly, then sitting down on the chairs at the counter.  Jimin smiles,

“How you’re guys feeling?” he asks, handing them each a bowl of jook with a spoon.  Taehyung frowns as he looks down at his bowl, 

“Still bad..” he mumbles and takes a bite.  He doesn’t feel nauseous anymore, at least for the time being, but he’s worried eating could really change that.

“And you, Namjoon?” Jimin asks, and Namjoon shrugs,

“I’m ok.” Namjoon’s voice is quieter than Taehyung’s, and Jimin instantly knows Namjoon is lying.  He reaches over to feel the older’s forehead and frowns at the heat on it.

“Gosh, Namjoonie-hyung, you’re not ok, you’re burning,” Jimin mutters.  “We should have you take some fever reducers..”

Namjoon leans slightly into the touch, sighing.  Jungkook chimes in, “You have to eat first though, hyung,” he says, handing the spoon to Namjoon, who shakes his head.

“Are you nauseous?” Jimin asks, and Namjoon nods slightly.  Jimin sighs, looking over at Taehyung for a second, who seems to have not much trouble munching on his jook.  “Try five bites, Joon-hyung.  Then you can have medicine,” Jimin instructs, and Namjoon nods slowly and picks up his spoon.  He takes a small bite and winces, looking over at Taehyung, who’s starting to slow down his eating and looks a little paler now.

Namjoon swallows his five bites slowly, unhappy with how much worse it already makes him feel, but he knows he needs to get his fever down.  Jimin smiles and pats him on the shoulder, then hands him two pills and a glass of water.  “Just take these, and you will feel better soon,” Jimin says, and Namjoon swallows the pills.  He grimaces at the way it lands in his stomach, placing a hand over his belly.  At least eating has made the cramps a little better.

Jimin looks over at Taehyung.  He doesn’t seem to be doing well now, his condition visibly declining.  He’s done eating, pushing his bowl away from him and resting his head in his hands.  Namjoon swallows.  His stomach feels awful again, like a mess, and he knows he needs to throw up again to alleviate the pressure and discomfort, but he doesn’t want to.

“Hyung, are you ok?” Jungkook asks Taehyung, going over to put a hand on his back.  Taehyung shrugs.  “Do you want to go back to bed?” Jungkook asks, and Taehyung nods to that.  “Ok, let’s go,” Jungkook says softly, helping Taehyung to stand and usher him out of room.

“Namjoon-hyung?  How do you feel?” Jimin asks.

“M…like puking…” Namjoon mumbles, letting his head fall down a little.

“Should we to the bathroom?” Jimin asks cautiously, and Namjoon shrugs.

“I don’t know..” he says softly.  There’s silence for a minute, but then Namjoon’s stomach clenches so violently that he gasps and he realizes he does need the bathroom, right now.

Namjoon quickly pulls himself from the chair he’s in and clambers down the hall to the toilet. Jimin glances at the untouched, plain rice he’d also prepared for himself and Jungkook with a sigh before following his Hyung.

He’s so hungry…

But Namjoon is more important. 

Jimin rushes into the now overly-familiar bathroom to find Namjoon crashed to his knees over the toilet, hacking up thin streams of jook and water. And unfortunately, the medicine he’d taken is also lost to the mess.

“Oh, no…Hyung.” Jimin sighs.

He walks over and crouches next to Namjoon, placing a hand on his back silently. He can feel every muscle of Namjoon’s contracting between each gag, his breathing tight and laboured. If this doesn’t stop soon, they’re going to have to seek medical attention.

It’s after a few minutes that Namjoon comes up for air, and he looks worse than before. His skin is pale and blotchy, with a greenish tint, and yet his nose and cheeks are red. He’s sweating buckets and panting awfully hard.

But he seems to be done as he backs away from the toilet.

“You okay now, Hyungie?” Jimin asks worriedly.

Namjoon shakes his head. He’s not going to throw up again, but now he feels close to fainting.

“I need to lay down.” 

“Can you make it back to bed?” Jimin asks, and to his dismay, Namjoon shakes his head.

His condition has become too much with the lack of sleep and nutrients that his body has received. If he tries to move now…

Jimin gets it. He reaches up to flush the toilet before going and grabbing a rolled up towel for Namjoon to use as a pillow, because he doesn’t want to bring an actual pillow in the bathroom. Sure, the members are already sick, but it’s still unsanitary.

Jimin places the towel on the floor and helps Namjoon lay down. The leader has become ghostly pale in a matter of minutes, eyes fluttering as he forces them to stay open.

“There you go, Hyung. Let me know when you want to get up, okay?” 

Namjoon nods to his dongsaeng, curling up more and placing his arms back around his soured stomach. He’s only laying for a few minutes before he knocks out into a deep sleep. During this time, Jimin texts Seokjin for any suggestions, far too worried for his leader to even remember his “not bothering his hyungs on their vacations” rule.

Seokjin suggests carbonated water to help with trapped air that could be causing cramps, and, oddly enough, a bag of frozen peas on the back of Namjoon’s neck for his fever, not ice on his forehead.

Jimin finds that suggestion weird, but he’s desperate now. He’ll try anything. 

After Seokjin signs off, Jimin sits and waits for Namjoon to wake. But then Jungkook beckons him into the hallway, so Jimin goes out there, softly shutting the bathroom door.

“How’s Tae?” That’s the first thing that comes to Jimin’s mind. He desperately wants to check on his best friend, but he doesn’t want to leave Namjoon for a second. He’s torn between two members.

“I didn’t bring you out here for Tae.” Jungkook almost snaps. His tone is stern, and his hands are on his hips as he speaks.

“He’s asleep. I brought you out here for you.” 

“What do you mean?” Jimin tilts his head in questioning.

“I mean I’m worried, Hyung. I’ve already eaten, and your food is still untouched on the counter. You’ve barely slept a wink, I at least got about three hours off and on while you were up with the sick members…you need to remember to keep yourself up to par too. If you catch this as well, that’s it.” Jungkook is almost ranting, tone firm, but his dark brown eyes hold nothing but worry for Jimin.

Jimin is quiet for a few minutes, chewing on his dongsaeng’s words, before speaking. 

“I’m sorry, Jk. I’m sorry to worry you. Once I get Namjoon back to bed, I’ll eat, okay?” 

Jungkook looks as if he doesn’t believe him, so Jimin tries something else.

“I promise. Okay?” 

“Okay.” Jungkook is hesitant, but trusts his Hyung wouldn’t lie to him. So after he’s done with Jimin, he goes back to check on Taehyung. Meanwhile, Jimin enters the bathroom again.

This time, he finds Namjoon sitting up, swaying a little.

The leaders dark, drowsy eyes meet Jimin’s weary ones.

“Can you help me to bed?” He asks softly.

Jimin nods, walking over and gently pulling Namjoon up. The mochi tucks an arm around his leader’s waist and helps him walk to his and Taehyung’s room, gently assisting him into bed when they get back there. 

“Jimin-Ah.” Namjoon croaks softly, so as not to wake Taehyung.

“Hyung?” Jimin replies.

“Are you and Jungkook okay?” 

That question surprises Jimin a little, but it’s just like Namjoon to be worrying for his members even when he’s sick. So the mochi nods.

“Yes, Hyung. We’re taking care of yourselves too. But you guys are more important right now.” 

“Right. Especially that fever of yours, Hyung.” Jungkook chimes in from the other side of the room.

“Mm-mn.” Namjoon disagrees.

“Not more important. Equally. Equally.” 

“Uh…yes, Hyung. Equally.” Jimin corrects himself. He’s tucking Namjoon in but doesn’t put too much blanket over him so as not to spike the fever even more. He does, however, allow the leader a heating pad, to help with his sore middle.

“Ok, you’re all set now, Hyung.” Jimin says once he’s through.

“Get some rest now, okay? And call if you need anything.” 

Namjoon gives a soft, affirming hum in reply that sounds like it hurts him to make. But it’s an answer, nonetheless, so Jimin takes it.

After exiting the room, the mochi goes into the kitchen to eat his-now cold- rice. Jungkook follows, phone in hand as he’s texting yet another one of the three hyungs who aren’t with them.

This time, it’s Hoseok, and he’s demanding, yes demanding, that Jungkook call him. The dancer is worried sick for his dongsaengs, and tells Jungkook he can’t focus on having fun while they’re off and struggling all alone.

Jungkook texts back and forth with him for a while before he ends up just sitting at the counter, placing his head down onto the cold tops of it.

Jimin is shoveling in spoonfuls of rice. He wasn’t aware he was this hungry. But he pauses when he sees Jungkook.

“Is all okay?” 

“Meh.” The maknae mumbles, a very Jungkook way of saying “I’m tired, and I want to go home”.

Jimin doesn’t blame him. He’s had enough of this “vacation”.

The mochi takes in another spoonful of rice and chews before speaking.

“Was that Hobi-hyung?” 

“Yeah.” Jungkook lifts his head.

“He wants me to call him. I’m tired of phone calls.” 

Jimin can’t help but smile slightly at the maknae’s cute pouting.

“Well, at least it’s just Hobi-hyung. It could be someone else. Like the front desk saying we’ve got a noise complaint with all that’s happening around here.” 

“I’m surprised we don’t.” Jungkook slides out of the chair again, stretching.

“I’m going to go check up on the guys again, if I sit too long I’ll doze.” 

“Ok. I’ll be in in a bit.” Jimin’s voice comes out muffled as he finishes the last of his food. This should suffice at least another few hours.

So Jungkook pads away to the back room, and Jimin finishes eating and does the dishes. He also takes this time to tidy up the bathroom. He’s become nearly immune to the pukey smell in the room now, but that doesn’t mean he can’t clean a little.

Once he’s through, Jimin goes back into the bedroom to see how Jungkook is handling their sick members.

He opens the door to find Taehyung sitting up, swaying a little.

Namjoon is passed out next to him; he’s beyond exhausted.

“What’s wrong with Tae?“ Jimin asks softly.

“He’s dizzy. I’ve felt his head, I think his fever may have spiked…” Jungkook whispers back, tattooed hand making a journey about Taehyung’s neck, cheeks, and forehead.

Jimin approaches his soulmate.

“Tete? Are you able to hold the thermometer in your mouth? I don’t want to make you gag or anything but I have to check your temperature.”

Taehyung doesn’t answer at first. He’s thinking long and hard to see if he’s willing to risk it. But he’s so dizzy, he’s in desperate need of relief, and if this fever is what’s causing his dizziness, and the only way to treat it is to know it’s height…

“Okay.” The vocalist slurs.

“Good bear.” Jimin smiles, going over to the mini dresser to grab the thermometer.

He shakes it a couple times before holding it out to Taehyung.

The sick vocalist reluctantly opens his mouth, and Jimin slowly sticks the metal instrument in.

Immediately, it’s prodding the back of Taehyung’s throat, and the ‘95 liner gags.

Jimin pulls the item out.

“Too soon?”

“No, wait-“ Taehyung is taking deep breaths, swallowing quickly.

“I have to do this.” 

“Taehyungie-hyung, I wouldn’t force it.” Jungkook speaks up. 

“You’ll get sick.” 

Taehyung ignores the guidance, opening his mouth again. So Jimin slides the thermometer in a second time, and is immediately met with another retch.

A harder one. 

This time, Taehyung sweeps up the trash bin that was sitting next to his side of the bed on the floor, spitting into it. That gag had brought up nasty tasting, sour saliva.

But he’s determined to get his temperature taken.

“Just…give me a second.” He whispers.

Jimin starts to answer but before he can muster a single syllable, the phone in the living area begins to ring.

“Strange. Nobody back home has this hotel’s number…” Jimin says, looking to Jungkook.

“I’ll get it. I hope it’s not a prank call.” Jungkook replies, and turns on his heel, striding into the living area.

Jimin turns back to Taehyung.

“Wanna try again later?” 

Taehyung starts to refuse, but that last time had been really bad, so he nods.

“Can you help me lie down?” 

His voice is so weak and he’s so vulnerable. Jimin can’t stand to see him this way.

The mochi nods, retrieving the trash bin from Taehyung and setting it back on the floor.

He then, very carefully, eases his soulmate into a laying position.

“You okay?” Jimin whispers softly.

Taehyung nods.

“Cold. Sore. Pukey. But okay.” He replies. It’s almost like he’s whining, but he seems to be in a better place than earlier.

Jimin can’t help but wonder how long that will last. 

The slightly older ‘95 liner leans down to peck his friend gently on the forehead before tucking him in.

“Sleep well, Gomdori. Call if you need anything.” 

Jimin wonders how many times he’s said that. Probably more than thirty now.

Taehyung simply nods, eyes already dropping shut in a dizzy, feverish rem.

Jimin sighs, looking over him before walking into the bathroom to clean off the thermometer.

He uses water and a sanitizing spray the staff keeps under the sink, but only after checking to make sure it’s non-toxic.

He’d absolutely die if he was the cause of his Hyung and dongsaeng getting any more ill.

The mochi is silent as he works, and only the sound of the faucet running and the murmurs of Jungkook speaking on the phone fill the suite.

Jimin assumes maybe one of the hyungs, probably Hoseok, had searched up the number of the hotel to call Jungkook and check in.

So he’s not too worried about the phone call, or why Jungkook has been on so long, even if the bunny does sound like he’s pleading with someone.

They’re probably just joking around, Jimin reasons.

So all is well. Or, so thought to be.

“Hyung…” The sudden ring of Jungkook’s voice calls out from the living area, the very sound of it absolutely rocking Jimin to his core.

Jungkook’s tone is wavering.

Jimin is quick to cut off the faucet and carefully place down the thermometer before hurrying to the maknae.

“What’s wrong? Who was that?” The mochi asks, almost out of breath. 

Jungkook places the phone down on the receiver, doe eyes dark and worrying as he looks to Jimin.

“That was the front desk.” He speaks lowly.

“We were supposed to have checked out hours ago.” 

Ok so I watched this vlive last night and found put the only reason Jimin was looking up enteritis was because an army said they had it and he wanted to help them out. Jimin is literally so sweet for this he also looked up how to help a headache when somebody had one. 😭💗

He's giving major caretaker vibes.

noooo poor baby worsened his stomachache on accident 😭😭

Why so quiet? (A txt sickfic)

Sickie: Beomgyu

Caretaker: Ot4

Emeto᯾mentions of vom!t᯾

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Beomgyu wasn't feeling well. To be honest not feeling well was an understatement,he felt horrible. He had drank the last of the milk this morning and now it was sitting uncomfortably in his stomach. It has probably gone off, and now he was stuck in dance practice which didn't help.

The speakers blasted the chorus of new rules. The dance was already super hard but if you were feeling sick it was even harder. With each move Beomgyu felt his stomach flip. Warm, bitter liquid kept crawling up his throat but he swallowed every time. There was no way he wanted to be sick on the floor.In fact he didn't want to be sick at all.

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The boys had taken a 10 minute break. They were all sat on a bench at the back of the room talking and joking around. Well everyone except Beomgyu,he was too busy rubbing that pressure point on your wrist that's supposed to stop nausea. "Your awfully quiet today. Are you okay?" Yeonjun says leaning forward to look at beomgyu.

"I feel sick" the younger moans before lying his head on the person next to hims lap. Which happened to be Soobin. "You do look really pale hyung" Kai says his voice laced with worry. "And you feel pretty warm, does anything h-"That's all Soobin can say before Beomgyu gets off his lap and runs to the bathroom.

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"Huugrh" A mouthful of bitter white liquid enters the sink,Beomgyu was so ill he couldn't make it to the toilet. Beomgyu doesn't think he's ever felt so bad before. The door to the bathroom swings open and Yeonjun and Taehyun walk. "Awe baby" Taehyun cooes putting a gentle hand on ailing man's back.

"What's got you so sick gyu?" Yeonjun asks sympathetically. "I think it was the milk I had this morning. I.." He winces at a sudden sharp pain. " I think it went bad". "Definitely. I'm sorry you feel so bad honey " "Me too. Let's go home and take care of you there okay?"

"I'll get the others okay" Taehyun speaks before leaving the room. "Hyung..?"Beomgyu says softly. "What's wrong gyu?" Yeonjun says concerned. "I'm never drinking milk again.." "Oh Beomgyu" The two both burst out laughing.

Listen up!

You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled

Hit that.

Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern

Yes.

Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in

Tumblr will follow up and help them.

Warning: this is only for mobile. If anyone knows how to do this for desktop, please add it!

This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.

YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.

And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.

You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.

This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.