hey. i'm bora. i used to write a lot of fics when i was younger, stopped when life got too busy. i'm back again, and this time on this platform, i'll share some bts sickfics/whumpfics. there's always something so comforting about watching the tannies take care of each other. that's the kind of feeling i want to share with my readers.
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other fandoms i may write for in the future: svt, enhypen
what i write: general sickfics, colds/flu, hurt/comfort, non-life-threatening injuries, emeto/stomachaches
what i won't write: scat, littlespace, smut
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my work
One-shots:
Casual - Caretaking that's domesticated, given without a second thought, not overly-fussy. A collection of one-shots of the boys receiving the softest, most casual love from each other.
2. Shoulder to Lean On - Just a short fic to a prompt (sick!SJ, caretaker!Namjoon)
3. Home - Seven boys under one roof - it's bound to get chaotic sometimes. Jimin finds himself in the middle of an argument between Seokjin and Taehyung. (sick!Jimin, caretakers!SJ and TH)
Feveruary
Day 1: How did you end up like this? - sick!yoongi
Day 2: Burning Up then Freezing Cold - sick!taehyung
Day 3: Caught in the Rain - sick!jungkook
Day 4: Herbal Remedy - sick!jimin
Day 5: Could you just hold me? - sick!Hoseok
Day 6: Spoon-Feeding - sick!Seokjin
Day 7: I'm still not used to being taken care of - sick!Namjoon
Day 8: Couldn't you keep your cold to yourself? - sick!Jimin, sick!Yoongi
Day 9: Face Masks - sick!Hoseok
Day 10: You're safe, it was just a dream - sick!Seokjin
Day 11: You're Burning Up! - sick!Jungkook
Day 12: Role Reversal Medic to Sickie - sick!Yoongi
Day 13: I wouldn't even trust you to boil tea in your condition! - sick!Hoseok
Day 14: Falling Asleep in the Wrong Place - sick!Yoongi
Day 15: Guiding Sickie Back to Bed - sick!Taehyung
Day 16: Is it me or is it really warm in here? - sick!Jimin
Day 17: I know you want to help but you're only making things worse - sick!OT7
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someone coming down with a fever because their body has finally decided it’s had enough. they feel completely drained and exhausted. their eyelids are heavy and their head is pounding. they can feel heat radiating from their own body beneath the blankets, yet they’re shivering at the same time. they press a pillow against their chest, searching for some kind of comfort, wishing someone was there to hold them. with trembling fingers, they grab their phone and open the first conversation they see. the bright screen makes their eyes hurt. "hey, can you come over, please..? i don’t feel well". they type the message and hit send.
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Weirdly obsessed at the moment with sickie having had too much coffee on an empty stomach, and them feeling all types of weird and nauseous because of it for the longest time. Then they accept defeat (and their own stupidity) and decides to wait it out in the bathroom. Except they don't have to wait. As soon as they see the toilet they throw up.
Character who regularly exercises/has to do a lot of physical activity waking up feeling stiff and sore, assuming that yesterday was just a little tougher than usual on their body. They roll right into their usual daily routine and push past it, as they have obviously needed to do in the past.
The whole day they feel worse and worse slowly, and by the time they realize they’re sick and feverish, they’re really feeling sick.
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A/N: previously a shorter drabble but I wanted to edit/expand a tiny bit :)
Hey! How’s work? Are you stopping by today?
Squinting at the unread message on his phone, Yoongi’s fingers hover over the screen. It’s late, and he hasn’t seen his boyfriend yet today. In fact, Jungkook has been suspiciously quiet since he’d last seen him the afternoon before. Yoongi knows he’s been busy and is probably in the middle of working on something right now, but he still can’t help but feel a little worried about the lack of messages.
Come work on music with me? Need my pretty songbird to help me out with a melody :)
To his relief, Yoongi doesn’t have to wait much longer after that for Jungkook’s reply to light up his phone screen.
can’t, hyung. throat isn’t in good condition
Yoongi frowns, typing out a response: No problem! You don’t have to sing today, we can do that tomorrow maybe?
After that, his phone is quiet again. Yoongi sets it down on his desk and turns back to his laptop, absently biting the inside of his cheek. His studio is chilly and dimly lit inside; the atmosphere may or may not be influenced by a certain Jeon Jungkook, who just so happens to hate being hot and bright lights. It’s a little colder than Yoongi would usually choose, but he’s been hoping to see Jungkook so he prepared it in advance.
Jungkook doesn’t confirm that he’s actually coming by until about ten minutes later, and it’s followed soon after by a knock on the door.
“Hey,” Yoongi greets him eagerly when he opens the door to see Jungkook standing there with two to-go cups of coffee in hand.
Jungkook smiles shyly at him from within the depths of his hood, pulled so far over his head it creates a shadow across his whole face.
“Hi.” Jungkook hands one of the coffees over, and Yoongi takes a grateful sip.
“You’re a lifesaver,” Yoongi gushes. “Thank you.”
Jungkook fiddles with the plastic lid on his own cup. He’s extra quiet today, maybe sleepy. Yoongi reaches over and rubs his back through his hoodie.
“Want to sit down?”
Yoongi gestures at the couch, then sits in his chair at his desk.
Instead of the couch, Jungkook finds a closer seat– Yoongi’s lap.
“Hey!” Yoongi’s breath punches out, but his arms wrap around Jungkook’s waist automatically. “Well, hello,” he chuckles. “Missed you today.”
Jungkook is still silent. He leans back against Yoongi’s chest, his head ducked down so his face is hidden. Yoongi reaches around him to start the song on his laptop, and then settles back in his chair as the first few notes begin to play, arms tightening around Jungkook again.
He hears Jungkook gasp softly at the chorus, and then again at the bridge, his back expanding against Yoongi’s chest. The rest of the time, he’s still– almost uncharacteristically so, given that they’re listening to music and that usually gets Jungkook swaying back and forth at the very least.
As the song nears its end, Yoongi feels Jungkook start to shake against him. His right hand, resting on Jungkook’s stomach, is jostled with the movement. At first, he’s confused, but the moment he cranes his neck to get a look at Jungkook’s face he realizes what’s going on.
“Oh, baby– don’t cry,” he murmurs, reaching up to brush the tears from Jungkook’s cheek. “What’s wrong?”
Jungkook hunches forward and brings his sleeves up to his face, sniffling. “It’s beautiful,” he whispers hoarsely.
It takes Yoongi a second to realize he’s talking about a song, and a surprised laugh bursts out of him before he can stop it.
“Sorry,” he cuts himself off. “I guess it is kind of a moving song, isn’t it?”
Yoongi reaches up and tugs Jungkook’s hood back to get a better look at his face. Jungkook is still sniffling wetly into his sleeves, but he lowers his hands when Yoongi starts carding his fingers through his hair.
“Whoa,” Yoongi pauses, his hand against Jungkook’s forehead. “You’re really warm, baby.”
Jungkook nods. His eyes are glistening with more tears. When he sniffles again, Yoongi’s eyes are drawn to his nose, which is an alarmingly bright shade of pink.
“I really liked it, Hyung,” Jungkook croaks out, and Yoongi once again doesn’t clock that he’s talking about the song for a moment.
“Why…why does your voice sound like that?” He asks, maneuvering Jungkook sideways in his lap. “Baby, are you sick?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Oh no, my pretty songbird lost his voice.” He takes in Jungkook’s pale face, pink nose, mussed hair. He presses his hand to Jungkook’s forehead again, then the side of the face, then the side of his neck. “I think you have a fever, baby.”
“Yeah.” Jungkook nods sadly, his voice crackling weakly. “But I took medicine and I’m drinking tea,” he adds, holding up his paper cup. “Well, it tastes kind of gross, actually…”
“Jungkook-ie, why didn’t you say so?”
Jungkook’s expression crumples into something slightly annoyed. “I did.” He leans over, tucking his face into the crook of Yoongi’s neck.
“You said that your throat isn’t in good condition,” Yoongi retorts, but Jungkook doesn’t respond. He just presses his nose against Yoongi’s skin and sniffles softly.
Jungkook clutches his cup of tea to his chest. He lets out a long, tired-sounding sigh, his breath tickling Yoongi’s neck.
“It really was a beautiful song,” Jungkook whispers after a minute, and then he’s crying again, wet sniffles and hot tears and shaking shoulders.
“Shh,” Yoongi soothes, taking his cup to set it on the desk. “Oh, baby.”
He wraps his arms around Jungkook’s waist again and rocks him gently back and forth as he cries. “Shh, you’re okay.”
It should be offputting, the amount of wetness that’s coming out of Jungkook’s face and dampening Yoongi’s throat and the collar of his shirt, but he can’t quite bring himself to care when Jungkook sounds so pitiful. Jungkook muffles his sniffling and crying against Yoongi’s shirt and Yoongi can feel the worrying heat seeping off of him too well.
It’s not long before Jungkook’s tears begin to slow, his breath hitching softly. He wipes his face with his sleeve and Yoongi kisses his temple, cradling the side of his face with one hand.
“I can’t tell if you’re more emotional because of the song, or the fever,” Yoongi murmurs. “How long ago did you take medicine?”
Jungkook sniffles. “Hour ago.”
“Okay. I’m going to take you home so you can rest, okay? Try saving your voice, baby.”
Jungkook leans away so he can meet Yoongi’s eyes. “Your home?”
Yoongi chuckles and pulls Jungkook back against his chest. “Okay, baby. I’ll bring you home with me. No more talking though. You poor thing.”
After a moment of silence, Jungkook shivers against him. “Cold in here,” he whispers hoarsely.
“Because of you,” Yoongi snorts. “You’re always melting when it gets over twenty degrees.”
He absolutely does not expect for Jungkook to react the way he does– burying his face into his sleeves again before bursting into tears.
“Shit,” Yoongi hisses, his stomach dropping.
His poor, sweet songbird– so sensitive, emotional from the fever, and miserably sick– is never going to stop crying at this point unless Yoongi can get him home and tucked into bed.
“I’ll turn up the heat,” he rushes to say, gently guiding Jungkook off his lap so he can stand up. He leads Jungkook to the couch and waits for Jungkook to sit before wrapping a throw blanket around his shoulders.
Jungkook’s nose is running faster than a faucet. Yoongi grabs the tissue box from his desk and settles it in Jungkook’s lap, plucking a handful of tissues from the box and tucking them into Jungkook’s hands.
“Wipe your nose, baby,” Yoongi encourages. He has half the mind to do it for Jungkook as he watches him clumsily swipe at his nose with the tissues.
Jungkook pouts up at him, his big eyes watery and filled with emotions Yoongi couldn’t possibly name with a single word. His chin wobbles and his pink nostrils flare wide– Yoongi can tell he’s once again on the verge of tears.
“I know,” Yoongi coos, bending down and cupping Jungkook’s face in his hands. “Baby, we’re going home very soon, I promise. Just give me one more minute to get all of my stuff.”
He presses a kiss to Jungkook’s forehead, then rushes around to shut everything down and gather all of his belongings. When he turns back to Jungkook, he sees his boyfriend sniffling into a wad of tissues.
“Let’s bring that with us,” Yoongi suggests, picking up the tissue box and tucking it under his arm.
He helps Jungkook stand up. It’s not terribly cold outside, but Yoongi peels off his jacket and wraps it around Jungkook’s shoulders instead, smiling when Jungkook hums happily at the warmth.
“So nice,” Jungkook whispers, fresh tears welling up in his eyes.
Yoongi hands Jungkook the box of tissues and tugs him towards the door. “Alright, baby. Time to go home.”
Jungkook is startled late one night, when he opens the toilet door to find one of his hyungs already inside, curled over the open toilet seat as he retches futilely.
“Hyung!” Jungkook cries, alarmed, when he catches sight of Hoseok’s pale face, one of his hands curled protectively over his stomach. “Hyung, what happened? Was it something you ate?” But they'd all had the same thing for dinner that night; yet none of the other members had exhibited any signs of illness so far.
Hoseok closes his eyes when Jungkook crouches beside him, leaning into the palm Jungkook places on his forehead with a quiet sigh. His dancer hyung doesn't feel warm at all, which somewhat alleviates Jungkook's worry that he had caught some kind of stomach bug. “It's - stress induced.” Hoseok croaks weakly, eyes still closed. “Don't worry. It usually passes after some time.”
Usually? “You mean this isn't the first time this has happened?” Jungkook asks, concerned. How long has this been going on? And why did Hoseok hide it from them?
“Since we've been trainees. Yoongi hyung knows.” Comes the short reply, before Hoseok lurches forward again to retch, but nothing comes up besides a tiny bit of bile.
Jungkook knows now is not the time to be questioning his hyung, not when he is clearly in need of comfort more than anything else. He presses in closer, tucking Hoseok carefully against his body, feeling relieved when his hyung leans his weight more fully against him, head dropping to rest against Jungkook's chest.
He'll hold Hoseok for a while until he feels better, before he carries the sick member back to bed - and in the morning, he'll look for Yoongi hyung to find out how he can better help his hyung, when his stress induced sickness inevitably rears its head again.
A/n: Andd we have our first two members and prompt revealed! 🤗 i wonder if anyone has managed to guess them correctly? More to come in the next few days!
I found this picture while trying to track down where this jin snz was from for the archive :) 2016 guangzhou fanmeeting, pretty sure it was during their butterfly performance or something similar but I wasn't able to find the original
A character who shows up to the function sick, but since they don’t say anything about it, no one else brings it up either (even though they all can tell). But as the evening wears on, they start to feel much, much worse, unsteady on their feet and fuzzy-headed while they try to hide what would be their more obvious symptoms.
Until finally they return to the group and say, wearily, “I…don’t feel well.” Most of the group is like, “Yeah, we know” in a casual, lightly teasing way.
But the character’s close friend is visibly concerned like, “No, you don’t understand, if they’re saying that, they’re about to hit the floor.”
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Someone taking their sick friend/partner's temperature while they sit on the bed or the lid of the toilet or the edge of the bathtub, leaning their too-warm head against the healthy one's leg or hip until the thermometer beeps