Jungkook:

Twenty four hours

Cut short

Technical difficulty

Just a prank?

Can't take the heat

Banana milk disaster

Up all night

Sea sickness

Unexpected - Pt. 2

A rude awakening

Too late to be sick

Taehyung:

Just one more

Holiday fever

Slip up

Dinner disaster

Motion sickness

Flu sickness

Energy boost

Jimin:

Close call

Jimin's sick day

Quick break outside

Downtime for Jimin

Late night

No words

Namjoon:

Expired

Sensory overload

Namjoon's sick day

Mpreg Joon

Hoseok:

Blindsided

Examination

Early night

Time for a break

Headsick

Ulcer

Yoongi:

Too much of a good thing

Change of plans

Autumn night

Sick and tired

Seokjin:

Weekend in bed

Multiple sickies:

Sick x7

Jungkook opens his eyes when the sound of his alarm goes off. As he crawls out of bed, he feels a tight ache in his abdomen. He assumes it's from the workouts he's been doing.

Jungkook is slow to get ready - it hurts to move. His stomach muscles hurt as he bends over. "Ahh!" JK stops and winces, holding onto it. Jungkook frowns and feels a flash of nausea. He gulps and shakes it off. What is this??

Jungkook looks at himself in the mirror. His eyes don't have that sparkle they usually do. His face just looks.. out of it. He studies it for a good minute.

"Jungkookie? You still using the bathroom?" Hoseok knocks from outside.

Jungkook looks up "uh, almost done!" He finishes with his hair. He looks at his face one last time. Something is off. But he's hogged the bathroom long enough already.

****

At wardrobe fitting, Jungkook checks the time over and over again. The aches come and go and he sighs tiredly, holding his middle. He keeps feeling like he might lose his breakfast.

The morning drags on and it feels like he's tried on a hundred clothes. The tight fitting things make his stomach hurt and he's getting nauseas standing there. His stylist hands him a jacket with a belt. He doesn't like how it fits snug on his sore middle. Jungkook tries not to cringe in pain.

The nausea is getting worse. Jungkook scans the room, looking around for a bathroom - or even a trash bin.

"Jungkookie, you good?" Yoongi asks "you seem kind of distracted."

Jungkook gulps. Does he admit his stomach hurts? Or keep acting like he's fine, even though he's sweating now. "I just..need the bathroom" and Jungkook starts walking urgently, holding his abdomen. Yoongi noticed he's holding his right side more.

Jungkook looks in the mirror again. He looks worse than before. His face is pale and he looks sickly. Then his stomach rolls and he spurts up a mouthful of yellow into the sink. It's bitter tasting and makes him lose more instantly. His stomach clenches and he yelps. His voice squeaks at the end and he vomits again. The pain is severe now and gets worse as he coughs. He yelps again and his face scrunches up.

Then he hears Namjoon's voice: "Kookie, where'd you go? They're all waiting for you"

Jungkook silently curses as his stomach still churns. Joon comes in right as he pukes in the sink. "Oh my gosh!" the leader gasped and rushes to him. Yoongi follows behind.

Jungkook retches loudly and moans as his stomach folds. He sinks to the floor, holding it in tears. Then curls up in a ball. Namjoon and Yoongi are becoming frightened.

"Kook, can you get up?"

Jungkook stays down and shakes his head.

"How much does it hurt?"

"Ugghh, it just... hurts!!" Jungkook wails in agony. "Th-the...right side.."

Yoongi has an idea what's going on. "We should take him to the hospital."

Jungkook can't take it anymore. This isn't just a stomachache.

****

At the hospital, Jungkook clings one arm to his stomach and the other to Namjoon as they rush down the halls. The pain doesn't relent. He's just looking down at their feet moving as he's met by doctors and directed to who knows where.

Then he gets the urge to vomit again. He gags wetly and a nurse quickly holds a bag out. Jungkook throws up and moans miserably.

"It's okay, Kook" Yoongi rubs his arm. "They're gonna take care of you."

"And we'll be right here after" Namjoon assures.

The maknae didn't want to leave them but had no choice. The doctors suspect it's his appendix.

Jungkook can barely keep up with what's going on. He hears the scattered voices of doctors working hastily around him. He's changed into a gown and taken to a bed. They give him an IV and get him prepped. JK starts to feel sleepy as they wheel him in and the last thing he sees is a mask put on his face..

****

Jungkook wakes up slowly in a hazy state. He sees Yoongi and Namjoon there, just as promised. "Hey, Kookie" Joon murmurs. "How are you doing?"

"..Tired" Jungkook smiles lightly. It feels like he blinked and it was over. He still feels a bit sick but relieved as well.

Namjoon just wants a break; a break from being sick that is. The past 5 months have been a roller coaster since learning he's pregnant. His schedule got cut in half and it feels weird not being busy all the time. "Just relax at home" Yoongi tells him, but that's been easier said than done. Namjoon tries to make do with his extra time, whether it's work or leisure. He's been kind of stressed lately so he chooses the second. The rapper decides to make some tea and catch up on reading.

Namjoon sits on the couch with a book and one hand resting on his bump, a new part to his favorite hobby. Soon he starts to relax naturally. He lightly rubs his tummy once in awhile, it brings him comfort and makes him feel closer with the baby. This is just what he needed. Joon gets lost in his literature and tunes out everything around him.

30 minutes later:

Time flows by and Namjoon is several chapters in. But then things start to unravel and the nausea gradually creeps back. He doesn't really notice it at first; but he's been shifting restless on the couch more. His concentration declines and he's been stuck on the same paragraph for a minute now. Then his stomach rolls and he can't ignore it.

Namjoon groans, putting down the book. He rubs his bump some more, pleading with his baby "please don't make me get up.." The ginger tea is supposed to help with nausea, but pregnancy sickness is unique. Namjoon tries to practice his slow breathing, puffing his cheeks out. He does this a few times and the tension lessens.

Namjoon tries going back to his book, he at least wants to finish this page. But now even reading is making him queasy. The words aren't reaching his brain and his stomach churns again. "Fuck.." Namjoon gets up holding his middle. Saliva quickly builds and he heads for the kitchen sink. He leans over with shaky arms breathing heavy. He just wants to get it over with. Namjoon opens his mouth and a long strip of saliva drips down. He spits it but nothing else comes out. "Ughh, come on.." Namjoon mutters. He tries to gag but just ends up drooling more. He's stuck there in limbo with nausea. Namjoon at least wishes Yoongi were here. His boyfriend is incredible with taking care of him. Like bringing him snacks, massaging his feet and giving endless comfort when he's sick. Namjoon couldn't ask for a better partner.

Namjoon stands at the sink for another minute and still nothing but saliva. This is getting annoying. Finally, his stomach slows down and he accepts that he can't right now.

But Joon still feels kind of nauseas. Maybe he should...go for a walk? Some fresh air would perfect. Even just a five minute one. Namjoon throws on a baggy hoodie to conceal his bump. He can still tie his shoes, but that's becoming difficult with his belly getting in the way. Soon he'll need Yoongi's help with that too.

Namjoon steps outside taking in the crisp autumn air. He loves the scenery this time of year. He's about to open the gate but something stops him. Joon backs up instinctively holding his middle again. He gulps as his stomach turns upside down, making him bend over. Namjoon stares tensely at the grass, a feeling of dread washes over him. He gags and it feels productive. Then he hurls right in his back yard. Namjoon gasps trying to process but his stomach is way ahead of him. "Hurrgghh!" A vast wave comes pouring from his mouth. It hurts his entire body as he coughs and sputters.

Then his phone buzzed; it's a text from Yoongi.

'Hey love, just checking in 💕 How are you feeling? xx'

Namjoon sighs wearily, he feels like crap. He tries to think of an answer but gets sick again. Namjoon heaves and sprays the grass with his stomach contents. "Hurghh!" This nausea is insufferable. He stays bent over panting and coughs up the tea he had. Soon it tapers off and he's just drooling again. Namjoon is exhausted and his knees hurt. He sighs in defeat and trudges back inside.

Namjoon flops on the couch, still in his shoes. He doesn't know what else to do. Should he just nap? His baby would likely interrupt that too. He checks the time on his phone but then realized he didn't text Yoongi back. "Awh shit" he mumbles, running a hand down his face. Then he gets another message:

'I'm coming home early, see you soon xx'

Ever since Jungkook got pregnant, his body did a switch. His appetite withered and replaced with nausea. His energetic nature turned to fatigue. And don't get him started on the headaches. It still feels like yesterday when he first found out. He started getting dizzy spells and an upset stomach. He thought it was just his busy life catching up to him. When it didn't go away, Taehyung had him do a test.

Then voilà -- Jungkook has a bun in the oven.

The other members were thrilled when they found out. They try to help however they can, like keep the place extra clean and be mindful of smells like cologne and while cooking. And if he still gets sick they dote on him (and he had a rough first trimester). Jungkook is so grateful for their support on this journey.

Jungkook exhales looking at the toilet. He leans over and vomit escapes from his mouth. It's been building up since dinner. Taehyung rubs his back sympathetically. "How do you feel now?"

"Still nauseas" Jungkook groans. But he knows the whole ordeal is worth it. He lifts his shirt, feeling the bump underneath. Four months and his tummy is starting to pop. He's still getting used to it with everything else. Jungkook rubs it lightly and feels a sense of calmness.

But then another wave of nausea hits. Jungkook hiccoughs and dives back in, spurting into the bowl. His stomach churns roughly "ahh.." These pregnancy hormones are wreaking havoc on his digestive system. Jungkook sits back tired, leaning against Taehyung's legs. "I could sleep like this" he mutters.

The older chuckles "don't worry, you're still doing better than before." That may be, but Jungkook still finds everything feels like a chore. Even simple things like doing laundry and getting ready for bed wears him out.

Jungkook sighs, trying to do his evening skincare. He had to get fragrance-free soap, the smell of the old one made him sick. Same thing with the face masks. Literally anything can set his stomach off.

Jungkook carefully applies the new mask, his hands a bit shaky (he blames the nausea that lingers). It feels kind of weird but Taehyung recommended it. He has to keep it on for 15 minutes. Jungkook sets a timer and gladly rests in bed. The room's dimly lit and he lies on his back. He slips a hand back under his shirt, rubbing his bump again. He can't help it.

But soon he starts to feel queasy. Jungkook instinctively sits up as his stomach churns again. "Ugh, come on..not now.." he moans. He just wants to do one little thing. But of course the baby won't let him. His stomach lurches and he panics back to the toilet. He doesn't have time to remove the mask.

Once again, jungkook retches losing his dinner. It gets on his mask and dribbles down. He gasps and his stomach sends up more.

Taehyung heard him from the kitchen and drops everything to help his boyfriend. "Jungkookie?"

Jungkook panics "No hyung, don't come in here--" *he gags wetly again*

"Huh? What do you mean?" Taehyung goes in anyway.

Jungkook throws up the rest of his stomach contents. He looks up with the stained mask falling half down, dripping residue. He didn't want Taehyung to see this, he feels beyond gross. He fights the urge to cry but hormones take over. "H-hyungiee.."

"Oh dear" Taehyung holds Jungkook's face, his doe eyes gleaming with melancholy. "Shh, it's okay baby.. are you finished?" Jungkook just nods his head. "Ok, let's get you cleaned up" Taehyung carefully helps peel the mask off, not grossed out at all. Jungkook whimpers as the older wipes his face. It takes awhile but Taehyung is patient.

Jungkook crawls into bed feeling thwarted. Taehyung pulls the sheet over him "I know you're tired baby. Try and get some sleep" and kisses his forehead. He hopes they can sleep in a little tomorrow.

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Next day:

Taehyung looks at his hair in the bathroom mirror. They have a meeting soon and he has a piece sticking up. He combs his fingers through the strands. When that doesn't work he tries wetting it. Taehyung keeps in mind that Jungkook could come running at any time to be sick. He keeps the door open and the path clear for the toilet.

But the pregnant male doesn't appear. Taehyung found that a bit odd and goes to check on him. Jungkook is in the kitchen with a box of hot wings. He's supposed to be getting ready but cravings took hold. His face covered in sauce as he devours them.

Taehyung smiles "feeling better today?"

"Mhm" JK nods, his mouth full of chicken. He washes it down with orange soda (and hopes it won't come back to him later). Jungkook knows his stomach doesn't handle things the same. Especially greasy food and fizzy drinks. But his baby insisted and he always gives in.

"You're sure you're good to work?" Taehyung asks.

"I'm fine, hyung. And I can't fall behind with everything" Jungkook reminds him.

Taehyung nods slowly "ok, I'm just making sure love"

"I can handle a meeting hyung, and it's supposed to be short" Jungkook goes to get changed. Taehyung hopes he's right.

Jungkook felt pretty okay other than some bloating. The ride went smooth and he didn't ask to pull over, which was a good sign. He feels hopeful. The members are happy to see both of them make it and excited to start planning the next projects.

But as they reach the building, Jungkook felt a shift in his stomach. He did eat pretty fast, so shruged it off as indigestion. It's part of pregnancy afterall.

As they enter the elevator, Jungkook holds his breath. No, something's definitely wrong. Then he realized; those hot wings are giving him bad heartburn. His stomach churns with the acid splashing up.

"Ahh.." The burning feeling radiates through his chest and he winces, holding it.

"Kook, you alright?" Taehyung looks at him.

"Mm..no.." Jungkook moans. He burps into his fist and Taehyung recognized the face expressions Jungkook does when about to be sick. Then the others see what's happening.

Oh shit..

They're apprehensive but speak calmly for JK's sake. "Don't worry Kook, we're almost there" "You can hold it, just try to breathe"

Jungkook looks nervously at the floor numbers. As the lift rises, so does his nausea. Come on, come on..

The doors finally open and he bolts to the bathroom. "Don't worry I got it" Taehyung assures and follows him.

Jungkook feels the reflux ignite his stomach. He faces the toilet and belches, flooding the bowl with orange soda and chicken. The spice and stomach acid make it 10x worse, scorching his throat. JK cries out in pain, almost losing balance.

Taehyung catches up "sweetheart, are you ok?"

"Tae...h-help.." Jungkook gags as he regurgitates more undigested wings. It's all slimy and tastes like pure regret.

Taehyung holds his sweaty hair "I'm here baby, don't worry"

Jungkook's face is red and his eyes streaming. Another coarse retch rattles through him. His stomach heaves violently and Taehyung shudders looking at it.

"Hyunggg, I hate this" JK cries out.

Taehyung rubs his back "awwh, I'm sorry this pregnancy's so hard on your tummy."

The other members decide to postpone the meeting. They can hear how bad it is from outside. "Poor Kookie.."

Jungkook keeps going until he's dry heaving. He grimaces at the orange concoction in the bowl. Taehyung flushes it and helps him get up. "Ughh, I can't have spicy stuff anymore" Jungkook groans, holding his stomach. He feels awful but also relieved it didn't happen in the elevator. He'd never live that down.

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One hour later:

Jungkook sits nested in blankets on the couch. Taehyung is feeding him spoonfuls of crushed ice. Jungkook chews slowly as it melts in his mouth. It's all his stomach can handle right now and feels nice on his throat. A trash can is nearby just in case. They put a movie on but aren't really watching it.

"How am I supposed to get any work done?" Jungkook feels discouraged.

"Try not to think of that" Taehyung says "you're doing the most important job right now" he puts a hand to Jungkook's bump.