TW: Emeto, Nausea, Vomiting, Anxiety, Fever and I guess stuffing but its not intentional (youāll see what i mean)
Prompt: Im craving for a seokjin emeto soooo badly. Maybe hems already feeling off from the start then they have him do an Eat Jin live and Army even notices how his appetite isnt the best today and they comment online. And he keeps shifting position and finding ways to subtly rub his belly. Maybe one fan even notices hes a bit bloated, which makes seokjin shy. He eventually ends the live and namjoon comes over to take care of him after seeing jin struggle on the live. Maybe he has a fever afteral. Cue him getting sick and namjoon rubbing his back and stomach. Just a little prompt! š
This prompt was sent in by the iconic @borahaehae and i wrote so many versions of this but this one turned out well. I hope you enjoy it, this is my first time writing a request and im so excited to do more
Jin sighs, trying to control his expression as he waits for the view count to properly display how many Armys are here. Itās always a bit awkward when itās just him and the camera, knowing someone is watching without knowing who or how many. It gives him time to see what the viewers see and make sure no one could tell how lousy heās feeling. Itās only been a couple of days since he arrived in LA and his body isnāt doing any better now than when he first landed. If anything, he feels himself growing worse and worse with each passing day and heās hoping he could collect himself before it crashes. The members were concerned, of course, and Namjoon thought he was insane when he brought up his idea of doing an Eat Jin live.Ā
āHyung, youāve been falling asleep at the studio and now youāre going to work on your one night off?āĀ
He knows the leader meant well, familiar with his words often coming off blunt when heās truly worried, but it still left a sting in the eldest heart, the anxiety of being a burden coming to the forefront of his mind. He didnāt want to explain to Namjoon that this āEat Jinā live meant more to him than something as simple as āworkā. It was a way to connect himself to his fans and re-establish his role in the group. āEat Jinā was Seokjinās thing and after showing up a month later with most of the comeback album completed, Jin needed something to feel important. Even though he doesnāt have an appetite physically, Jin craves his fans more than anything right now.Ā
After a minute, the view finally jumps from a humble one hundred to an unfathomable two million. Itās the first live he's done since entering the LA house and he knows the audience is curious about the things happening here but theyāll just have to wait for now.Ā
āHello Army!ā He greets, sending the camera a small wave. His skin looks a bit flushed, so he leans over the desk to turn the night light on, blushing when he catches an Armyās comment on how hot he is when he leans close to the screen. He clears his throat and gestures to the food in front of him, ignoring the way his stomach grumbles in response.Ā
āI got hungry.ā He tries in English once he sees how many comments are in English as well. It makes sense, seeing as itās the middle of the afternoon here and probably the crack of dawn in Korea. It makes him a bit nervous, and he knows most of the fans (the respectful ones anyways) are fine with him speaking in Korean, but heās been practicing so he could assist Namjoon when the time arises.Ā
He points to a container in front of him, sending a wink in Armyās direction. āEat Jin today. So excited.ā The food is from a fusion restaurant Jungkookās been gushing over even before Jin finished his tour and Jin thought itād be the perfect place for his live. But when he opens the lid and does a dramatic sniff for the camera, Jin knows instantly that he has made a mistake.Ā
It starts with his stomach clenching, the organ twisting in on itself as if the food has come to personally attack it. It lets out a loud moan and Jin feels his ears grow hot, quickly tapping on the bowl to mask the sound. He holds it carefully with one hand, the other sneaking its way under the table to reach under his hoodie, his hand warm as he begins to slowly rub his stomach to calm it down. He pulls it out as thereās no way to eat this without both hands and his stomach whines at the lack of attention.Ā
āAh. Smells deliciousā He says towards the camera. And itās true, the kimchi quesadilla has an immaculate aroma, but his stomach refuses to agree as Jin feels it bubbling inside of him. But like Jin does with most of his problems, he ignores it and carefully lifts the cuisine out of the container and takes a big bite. The tang of the kimchi greets his senses first, blending in with the sweetness of the corn,the saltiness of the cheese and the freshness of the tomato. Then the spice hits him, the kimchi seasoning fueling jalapeno adding an explosion of umami for the soegigi and leaving his tongue with a pleasant burn. He swallows and he feels it drop in his stomach like an anchor at sea but he continues eating, making exaggerated sounds for Army when he reads a comment asking if the food is good or not.Ā
āSo good.āĀ He answers, even though a few minutes later, the food is starting to stick to his throat. His chews become slower and his breathing is growing shallow. He presses on, drinking the horchata mixed with makegoli that adds an interesting balance of refreshments that Jin wishes he was feeling better to truly appreciate this harmony of cultures.Ā But his stomach is growing hard and he shifts on the seat, a burp escaping from his mouth before he could catch it.Ā
āAish, excuse me Army. Food so good, you know?ā Ā
The comments flood with purple hearts and laughing emojis, and Jin feels heās in the clear to continue, even though his gut is swollen from only eating two quesadillas and a few sips of his beverage. He decides to go with something lighter this time, a side of chips covered with a slathering of blanco queso and Korean barbecue sauce.Ā Seokjin plucks one in his mouth, breathing heavily out his nose to calm his belly which is getting more and more riled up with each passing minute. Shibal, he didnāt even feel this bad earlier, and now heās starting to lose it.
He decides to read the comments to distract himself and feels his heart sink straight through the floor when he reads what one says.
Ah! My Seokjinnie so bloated! Heās so cute, like a baby hamster uwuĀ
Seokin, absolutely mortified, begins to choke on his chip, turning away from the camera to get it unstuck. It lasts for only a few seconds but his stomach is feeling worse now, a cold sweat settling on his hair line and chilling him from the inside out. He reaches under his hoodie and begins to rub his belly, trying to stimulate the hurt area to let some air out, but nothing is working. His mouth is beginning to salivate, insides clenching again and again and he swivels the desk chair back to the camera, shifting on the chair to try to get some semblance of relief. Thereās nothing as he closes the lids back on the container with shaky hands, his ears boiling at the shame of wasting all that food.Ā
His eyes snap to the comments before he could stop himself and he sees Army thinking the same thing, sad emojis showing up every now and then, one comment in broken Korean concerned over his obvious lack of appetite tonight. Another sends the emoji of the man rubbing his swollen stomach and Jin needs to end the live now.Ā
āSorry, Army.ā He starts, forcing his voice not to wobble. Apparently his body decided to go on strike against him today because his voice comes out shaky and strained no matter how many times he clears his throat. He doesnāt have the energy to continue in English, letting the translations speak for itself āI have to go, but Iāll see you soon okay? SaranghaeāĀ
He ends the live quick, his throat struggling to swallow down all the saliva thatās starting to pile up. Itās salty, too salty and itās reminding him of the food he ate, sending his belly into more of a frenzy. He moans loudly, finally grabbing his stomach with both arms as he hunches over his chair, his vision growing blurry as the pain multiplies by tenfolds.Ā
He doesnāt even hear the knock on his door, nor the frantic footsteps as they take in the state of the ailing member. Jin notices nothing until he feels a cool hand touch the back of his neck and he startles, his heart beating loudly in his ears as he makes out Namjoon peering down at him with a frown on his face.
āHyung.āĀ The youngerās tone is soft, his hands falling down to hisĀ back as he rubs slow circles. āAre you okay?āĀ
Jinās about to nod, when his stomach cramps harder than it ever has and he lets out a pained whimper, shaking his head instead.Ā Namjoon looks frazzled, his eyes growing wide and he kneels down, grabbing Jinās face with both hands.Ā
āBathroom.ā Jin spits out through clenched teeth, his mind far removed from anything happening anymore.Ā
āOkay, okay.ā Namjoon grabs under his arms, lifting Jin up with a grunt and yelping when the elder leans most of his weight on him. Seokjinās body is not a fan of the height change and he chokes on a gag, his coughs coming out wet and loud. He feels himself being pushed towards the bathroom attached to his room, his steps shaky as he tries to put his entire focus on not making a mess on the houseās floor.Ā
But itās a losing battle and when his stomach gives one last clench, Jin is useless and the first string of bile escapes his mouth and falls to his floor with a splat.Ā
āOh shit!ā He hears Namjoon curse but he canāt do anything about it, as tears of shame and pain pour out of his eyes as he struggles to keep things down even more now that some has already gotten out.Ā
āItās okay hyung. Itās okay hyung, weāre here. I got you.āĀ
Jin doesnāt even have a chance to kneel before he feels a rush of heaviness rise up his throat and he gags harshly, the food tasting horribly bitter as he vomits into the toilet. The smell is atrocious and it sets him off again, his head pulsing with the effort.Ā
Let it go, Seokjin thinks, is a Frozen song.Ā
His body complies to the command and a powerful wave rushes out, even though he barely ate anything these past few days. He inhales and another wave follows followed by another and another until his stomach is clenching and heās dry heaving, nothing more to give up.Ā
āItās okay, hyung,ā He could hear Namjoon muttering, his large hands a comforting presence as it rubs Jinās back under the hoodie. It takes a while for his body to settle down, sweat rolling down his face and mixing with the tears which, you guessed it, is salty. Nothing but salt and bitterness and thereās a cup of water in his hands like Namjoon reads his mind and Jin swishes it around his mouth and spits it in the toilet water a couple of times before taking small sips to swallow.Ā
At some point, Namjoon had gotten up to run a wash rag in cold water and places it on his forehead, Jin sighing at the relief.Ā
āI think you got a fever, hyung.āĀ
Jin hums, his eyes falling shut on their own accord.Ā
āMā sorry.ā He apologizes, placing his hands on either side of the toilet seat and pushes himself to stand. His head spins and he feels himself stumbling, strong hands catching him before he could fall over.Ā
āBe careful hyung.ā His dongsaeng scolds lightly, carefully carrying Seokjin to the bed. Jin doesnāt feel real right now, his mind is splitting itself into pieces while his stomach burns in the aftermath of whatever took place a few minutes ago. He blinks and the next thing he knows heās placed in bed with the lights turned off, the 94 liner patting his head with a wet cloth.Ā
āItās okay to rest, Jinnie.ā Namjoon starts, brushing the cloth down to Jinās cheek. āThings werenāt the same without you here and now that youāre back, everything feels complete again.ā The cloth trails down to his neck and back up again, his hand stopping when he takes in how bad off the eldest is. āBut this album means nothing if youāre not okay. Youāre our root, Jin, the one that holds us up and if you fall down, well, thereās no tree at all.āĀ
Jin startles, his head whipping to the new voice that leaves his head spinning. It was Taehyung who said it and as Jin takes in the room, he sees all the other members are gathered in various parts, all looking at Jin with a sad look on their face.
āWe love you hyung.ā Jeongkook says from his spot laying on top Jinās leg at the foot of the bed.Ā
āWe all do.ā Yoongi adds, resting on the desk chair.Ā
The others all pipe up with their declaration of love and Jin feels his heart squeeze in fondness, his eyes drifting back up to Namjoonās.Ā
He smiles down at him. āRest hyung, weāll be here. Weāll always be here, the seven of us, together.āĀ
