#caring!bts

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretaker: ot7, each have their individual sections

Tw: gagging, mentions of nausea, vom**, puking, dizziness

Word count: 1,469

Okay... here me out it's a little different from what I usually do, but please let me know what you think!! 🙏 oh and which member was your favourite?? 🤩

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Sickie: Taehyung

Caretaker: Jungkook (mostly) and the rest of Bangtan

Word count: 1324 words

Description: In which Taehyung forgets to take his antihistamines in the pre-concert rush and pays the price when his cholinergic urticaria acts up during a performance.

TW: includes mentions of emeto.

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Taehyung was used to the hustle and bustle before concerts. Final makeup and mic checks, hurriedly going over dances and performances, rushing under the stage for their grand entrance; it was all routine for the young vocalist. 

But there was only one problem: he had cholinergic urticaria. Now, you may be asking what cholinergic urticaria is. Well, in Taehyung’s case, it meant that whenever he would sweat for long periods of time, have extreme emotional changes, or be exposed to hot places, his skin would break out in itchy hives. 

The hives were annoying and held back his performance, but he always took antihistamines so, even if he did start having a reaction, the symptoms would be somewhat subdued. 

Unfortunately, Taehyung was quite a forgetful person, especially when it came to stressful situations. Like the pre-concert rush, for example. A time when the singer’s stomach would roil with nerves and his mind would be racing through all the moves he needed to do. 

These were times when Taehyung was thankful for the members, who would always remind him to take his antihistamines. Especially one member in particular: Jungkook. 

The younger would constantly be on Taehyung’s case, asking him if he’d remembered his medicine, asking his stylist if she’d recalled making his clothes loose and silky, the usual shebang. 

However, there had been one time where Jungkook had hurriedly run off to use the bathroom, leaving Taehyung alone with his thoughts. That day, the vocalist had passed by his antihistamines like they were nothing. It had completely slipped his mind that he needed to take them, what with his anxiety before the show. 

He didn’t realize the fatal mistake until the members were under the stage, preparing to come up on the underground lift. Jungkook had turned to him, asking his usual question too late. “Did you take your meds?” 

At his words, Taehyung’s eyes widened. He swore under his breath and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. How could he have been so stupid?! “N-No,” he stammered, “I totally forgot!”

Jungkook sucked in a breath. “Right, um…” He sighed, scrambling for some solution. He found nothing but flashbacks to previous times the older hadn’t taken the antihistamines. It was an ugly mix of red skin, wheezing breaths, and throwing up. 

One other fact about cholinergic urticaria: in severe cases, symptoms such as nausea, shortness of breath, dizziness, etc would occur due to the hives. 

And Taehyung was was prone to those severe cases.

He began to panic, which didn’t help in the slightest. He could already feel his back start to prickle with that familiar itch. 

Realizing he needed to calm down, he took a deep breath. He wouldn’t be able to get through the first half of the show if he was freaking out. He willed his nerves to back up a bit and steeled himself for the next hour. He was going to be fine. Absolutely, 100% fine.

Oh, how wrong he was. 

Half an hour into performing, and Taehyung could feel his condition worsening. His arms burned and itched, so did his back, chest, and legs. His windpipe felt like it was closing, and, worst of all, his stomach churned with nausea. And it wasn’t from nerves.

He knew that there was a very small chance he’d be able to get through the next half hour without at least passing out on stage due to lack of breath, or throwing up, or collapsing. 

Taehyung began to panic again, his anxiety making his stomach churn more painfully and his nausea rise. He whimpered, not knowing what to do. He was still supposed to be performing, everyone else was dancing, but he had to take a break. He knew if he didn’t, there would be more going on than just him sitting down…

However, despite his attempts to not make things into a big deal, he stopped entirely dancing and just collapsed to the ground, his breathing heavy. He heard gasps and mutterings, but honestly couldn’t care less. His ears were ringing, his head was spinning, he was so nauseous, he couldn’t breathe, everything felt uncomfortable and itchy. 

Through his haze, he saw Jungkook crouched in front of him, his eyes worried. The maknae slowly helped Taehyung backstage, the poor, sick vocalist having barely registered any of it. Just that someone carried him to the bathroom and, within seconds, he was retching violently, copious amounts of vomit spilling past his lips.

Jungkook frowned worriedly and held Taehyung’s sweaty hair back, hating the wheezes that Taehyung let out, how sick he seemed. “Oh hyung…” He cooed, biting his lip. “Why’d you have to forget?”

Taehyung threw up for what seemed like hours, but, in reality, it had probably only been a few minutes. He took in a big, scratchy breath and coughed miserably, his hands coming to his hair; a nervous habit of his. Jungkook clicked his tongue. “Hold on, Tae, I’ll go get a medic.” He promised before rushing off. 

Moments later, Taehyung was being led through breathing exercises while a numbing balm was rubbed against his back, arms, legs, stomach, and cheeks. He felt miserable, and not necessarily because his body was slowly deteriorating (though that may have been a major part of it). He felt guilty. Very guilty; he’d caused the whole show to come to a stop, burdened his members and made ARMY worried and panicked. It was all his fault.

He began to let out choked sobs, which instantly prompted the others to rush to his side, soothe him as best they could. “Oh, Tae, you’re okay!” One said. “Don’t cry, baby, everything’s alright!” Another cooed. The words meant nothing to Taehyung. “I-I was so s-stupid!” He cried, biting his lip hard and whimpering. “Everything w-went wrong because of m-me!” 

The members were quick to shoot down his claims and shake their heads, hands coming to ruffle Taehyung’s hair or rub his back or shoulders. “Don’t think that way!” They seemed to say in unison. “It wasn’t your fault you got sick, Tae-yah. Sure, you forgot to take your antihistamines, but it’s okay! We all forget sometimes, it’s human.” Namjoon assured, a small smile coming to his face. “Besides, at least you didn’t lose your passport.” He joked with a chuckle. This elicited Taehyung to cough out a laugh, his spirits lifting a bit. “I guess so.” 

They shared a few more giggles and laughs backstage, until Taehyung was feeling 100% again, before shuffling back out onto the stage. 

The crowd instantly erupted with confused shrieks and screams, which made Taehyung’s nerves pile once more. He glanced to the other members for support before raising his mic and clearing his throat. ARMY immediately hushed, intent on figuring out what on Earth had happened to their beloved singer. Taehyung’s eyes shook as well as his voice when he talked. “I j-just want to apologize for what happened a few minutes ago,” he began, swallowing nervously. “I wasn’t feeling very well, and it caused me to lose energy very fast on stage. I’m really, really sorry for making the concert come to a stop, and for worrying you all when I really am fine.” He took a deep breath. “Thank you all for your concern, but I assure you that there’s nothing to worry about, and that I have been taken care of. Hopefully you continue to enjoy your time in the rest of the concert.” He finished with a smile and a bow, giggling a bit at how he heard multiple, ‘I love you’s echo from the crowd.  

He was happy for the second half of performances, singing passionately and dancing to whatever songs he thought he could manage. ARMY and the staff were very sweet about it, especially the other members. His brothers. 

He thought to himself, then and there, that he wouldn’t have his life any other way. Even if he had to deal with urticaria.

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I. finally. got. this. out!!! Hallelujah! Praise the lord!

Anyways, I hope it makes up for the utterly long wait, and I’m so sorry it even took this long. The ending is a bit rushed, and I’m not that happy with it, but I just wanted to post the damn thing. Besides, I don’t know how else to end it.

all works are emeto unless specified otherwise. again, this is NOT a kink blog, and no nsfw requests will be accepted.

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ao3 links:

➢ namjoon

coming soon!

➢ seokjin

coming soon!

➢ yoongi

coming soon!

➢ hoseok 

↬hoseok ft. yoongi: permission granted. 

summary: hoseok agrees to going on a cruise with yoongi as their fifth anniversary trip, which ends up being the best worst decision of his life.

➢ jimin

coming soon!

➢ taehyung

↬taehyung ft. bangtan: panda express? more like pandaOOPSpress

summary: greasy, over-processed food isn’t good for a stomach flu. taehyung learns the hard way.

➢ jeongguk 

↬jeongguk ft. bangtan: what happens when you don’t listen to your hyungs (but they love you too much to be mad at you)

summary: jeongguk’s usual competitiveness during games simmers down when the samgyeopsal (that the hyungs warned him not to eat) starts talking.

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drabbles:

↬jikook: walnut mishaps

headcanons:

Idk if you’re taking requests but i thought I’d shared this with you in case you wanted inspiration or to take the story

ON Accident (sick JK)

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Sick: Jungkook

Caretakers: ot7

Word count: 1538

Tw: emeto, vom*****, dizziness, nausea, stomach pain

(Taehyung accidently kicks Jungkook in the stomach, hard enough to form a bruise, make him super nauseous and give him stomach pains)

Side note: I didn't include the internal bleeding nor the hospital just because I try stay away from the severe injuries/illnesses!! I hope you don't mind x

Thank you for the idea, anon!!! <3

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Inspired by real experience, in which Jin doesn’t believe Taehyung’s actually sick and it ends up with Taehyung vomiting literally everywhere. 

- Taehyung has always been the type for dramatics. 

He has a deeply rooted love for cuddling and attention and affection, so the second he stubs his toe, he’ll go whine about it--or maybe he’s sore from practice, he’ll go to a member craving a massage. When he’s sad, he’ll want to be held, and when he’s happy, he wants the world to know. Taehyung has always had a thing for pulling theatrics and overexaggerating his ailments, and the others always find it absolutely adorable.

Except for on days when they’re in a time crunch to get a new choreo down and have absolutely no time for bullshit. Days where they have to get to the studio as soon as possible to work from morning to night to perfect the setlist for their next performance. It’s on these days that Tae’s whining goes right over their heads and straight to their nerves, and as much as they love him, nobody has the time or energy to put up with it. 

“Kim Taehyung,” Seokjin’s voice is stern, the way it is when one of the boys does something stupid and it’s his job to handle it as the eldest, lacking all of it’s normal joy. “Wake up. We don’t have time for this.” 

The older boy shakes Taehyung by the hip, earning a low whine from the second youngest. Taehyung buries his face in his pillow and takes a deep breath, curling up tighter. 

“No, get up, stop it,” Seokjin shakes him a little harder. “I know you’re tired, we all are, but you have to get up, Tae.”

Taehyung mumbles something incoherent into his pillow and moans. 

“What? I can’t understand you with your face in a pillow.”

“I said I don’ feel good, Jinnie-hyung,” he flips over so he’s on his back, but keeps his eyes screwed shut. “My throat hurts--”

“-probably from singing too hard yesterday-” Seokjin tries making excuses for all of his symptoms. There’s no way he’s sick, they haven’t been exposed to anyone but each other and their well-kept studio.

“--no, and my stomach hurts--”

“--didn’t you eat a lot last night?”

“--and I feel sick, hyung, I feel so nauseous.” 

Seokjin blows out a frustrated exhale, running a hand through his hair. “Look, if you get sick, we’ll take you home, alright? But come on, you have to try. For me, tiger, try for me.” 

Taehyung gives a shaky exhale, pushing himself to sit up and immediately regretting it; his eyes aren’t even open and he can feel the world spinning. “I really...I really don’t feel good…”

“You’ll be fine.” Seokjin insists, assuming all of it could just be nerves or from pushing himself, and any other day he’d give all the sympathy in the world and coo and hold him but they just don’t have time for it today. 

Taehyung rubs the sleep out of his eyes, hiccuping. “Fine, I’ll...be out in a second.”

Seokjin nods, getting up. Just before he closes the door behind him, he says, “I’m trusting you not to go back to bed,” and gives him a stern look. The younger singer nods in return. 

Seokjin can’t help but feel a little guilty--something seemed off about the younger man, but he tells himself it’s nothing and moves on, telling the others that he managed to get him out of bed and he’ll be out in a second. 

Taehyung stumbles out to the living room some ten minutes later, looking disheveled but dressed enough to leave the house nonetheless. Jimin and Jungkook both shoot their fellow maknae a concerned look while the hyungs are already out the door. Jimin puts an arm around Taehyung’s shoulder, a wordless comfort, hoping that Taehyung is just tired. 

When they get in the car, Taehyung takes a seat in the back, immediately pulling his legs up to his chest and leaning against the window. The coolness of the glass feels nice against his cheek; despite it being the early fringes of winter, he’s hot and sweating. Jimin sits beside him and leans on his shoulder, running his fingers through the younger boy’s hair. He seems to be the only one that notices that something isn’t right--or at least the only one paying any mind to it. 

The whole ride to the studio, Taehyung is taking shaky breaths, like he’s trying to take deep breaths but his body can’t do the full job of it. He keeps his eyes closed, occasionally trying to breathe through his mouth to get more oxygen in his lungs. The last thing he wants to do is throw up in the car; he’s fortunate enough to not be a member who gets carsick, like Jimin or Yoongi. And Hoseok was right this morning; they don’t have time for him and his bullshit.

Taehyung can’t help but fight tears at the feeling that nobody cares. 

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“Tae, wake up,” it’s Jimin’s voice that breaks into Taehyung’s half-asleep state. When did he manage to fall asleep? “We’re here, come on.”

Taehyung nods, inhaling deeply to steel himself. He steps out of the car, watching his exhale turn to fog. Once more, the world spins, and a wave of nausea overtakes him. He leans heavily against the door for a moment, willing his stomach contents to stay in place. He did eat a lot last night, so if he did throw up, it wouldn’t be pretty. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Taehyung didn’t realize Jimin had been standing there waiting for him. 

The younger of the two is tempted to confess to Jimin about his symptoms too, but it seems like there’s no use. There’s no way out. So he nods and follows Jimin and the rest of the members inside. The normally cozy temperature of the room hits him in the face like he just stepped into a furnace, only worsening the uncomfortable, sticky warmth that’s plagued him since he woke up. The nausea still hasn’t faded and his stomach is audibly roiling and churning sickly. 

Taehyung is broken out of his trance by Hoseok clapping and ordering everyone to get into place. The singer stumbles to his spot, and without any more second glances spared to him, the music starts. Shortly after it begins, it stops, however, and Taehyung is disoriented for a moment. He wonders if he managed to blank out and do the choreo without thinking, but he knows that’s unrealistic. Now, there are no glances; all eyes are on him.

“What’s up with you today?” Taehyung knows he’s just stressed, but Hoseok sounds angry and that’s how it’s registered through his brain fog--Hoseok’s mad at him. “I--” Taehyung’s voice cracks, almost making it clear to the others that he’s on the verge of tears. “Sorry,” he mumbles. “I’ll do better.” 

Hoseok crosses his arms, looks up and down the second youngest’s shaky frame, but after a moment he nods anyway. Nobody notices Seokjin, who’s sipping his water and looking awfully guilty in one of the corners of the room--everybody seems to be getting a little concerned, though. 

But they don’t have time for messing around. So the music starts again. Taehyung does his best to focus, to actually do the moves right, and he makes it a little farther until the music stops again and all eyes are on him once more. 

“Tae, really, don’t you practice at all alone? You’re normally so good at picking up choreo, the one time we need you to get it toge--” 

Taehyung cuts off Hoseok’s rant by lurching forward with a heave, bringing up a copious wave of sick that splatters on the hardwood floor. Hoseok freezes, caught off guard--he saw that Taehyung was pale, but he wasn’t expecting to get specks of puke on his shoes today. He looks back at the others, who all quickly jump into action when Taehyung heaves again, his knees giving out. 

Jimin runs to his side, holding him up so he doesn’t fall too close to the rapidly growing puddle of sick and get it all over him. He has one hand across his chest and the other pulling back his bangs. “That’s it, get it up,” Jimin knows Taehyung won’t be able to move to the bathroom--he can’t even stand--so he does his best to comfort here, voice soft and light, nothing but love in his tone. “You’re alright, you’re okay…”

Namjoon comes and joins the two with a bottle of water, putting it beside Jimin to give to Taehyung when he’s ready. Jungkook grabs a towel to try and clean some of the sweat off of him, knowing that it can’t be very comfortable to feel soaked, cold, and sticky. Yoongi comes with a washcloth, dampened with cool water, to place on the back of his neck instead--Taehyung is burning up. 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone you weren’t feeling good, Tae?” Namjoon asks, wiping tears off his cheek with his thumb.

“I--” Taehyung tries to answer, but he just retches again, and again, his stomach refusing to give him a break.

“He did.” Suddenly, Seokjin--who’s been awfully quiet this whole time--speaks up. “He said he wasn’t feeling good this morning, and I thought he just...I thought he was just stressed.” The oldest crouches down to Taehyung’s eye level, narrowly avoiding the lake of vomit that’s on the floor now. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you…” 

Taehyung coughs and belches hollowly before he finally gets a break. “N-No, it’s okay,” he says, voice hoarse. “M’sorry I made a mess…” Taehyung can’t stop himself from crying beyond the tears that had already fallen from exertion. Jimin places a kiss to the crown of his head, slowly helping him to stand and get away from that mess he’s apologizing for as he reassures him that it’s not his fault. Jimin sits Taehyung down on the bench they normally put their stuff on, moving bags around to make room for him and handing him the bottle of water. “Sip slowly, okay? Try and drink a little for me, I don’t want you to get dehydrated.” 

As they sit for a moment, the others get their things together--there’s no way they were letting their schedule get in the way when one of the members was horribly ill--and Hoseok returns from the bathroom where he’d gone to wipe the thankfully small amount of vomit off of his shoes. 

“You think you’re okay to go, TaeTae? I’m sure you’ll be much more comfortable in bed at home than here,” Jimin asks softly, brushing the younger’s sweaty fringe away from his forehead. 

Truthfully, Taehyung still feels really nauseous, but Jimin is right; he does want to go home and lie down. So he nods, albeit hesitantly. Jimin sees his uncertainty, able to assume why he doesn’t necessarily want to get in a car. 

“We still have bags in the car, right?” Jimin asks whoever may be listening. “I think I just used one recently…” 

“We should, yeah,” Yoongi confirms. “It would be stupid to not have bags when some of us get carsick.” Jimin turns his attention back to Taehyung. “You won’t make a mess...if you get sick I’ll hold the bag for you, baby, it’ll be okay. Okay?” 

Taehyung nods, taking a shaky breath. “Okay.” 

And with that, they head off; Namjoon takes a final glance at the mess before they leave and makes a mental note to make sure a janitor comes by soon. Taehyung returns to the seat he sat in on the way here by the window, leaning his cheek against it once more. Jimin sits next to him and offers his hand to hold. Taehyung accepts the offer gratefully, squeezing his hand tightly and getting a squeeze back.

Taehyung closes his eyes, trying again to take deep breaths and keep the water he’d drank down. He doesn’t want to throw up in a car--he doesn’t want to throw up again in general. His stomach gurgles and groans, and he presses his free hand to his abdomen, chewing on his lower lip. Still, despite all of his effort, his mouth starts watering again. 

“Y-You said we have bags?” 

Immediately, they jump into action, Namjoon taking two plastic bags from the glove compartment and handing them to Jimin. Jungkook, sitting next to Jimin, takes out his water bottle so he can hand it to Taehyung as soon as he’s finished, if not to drink than to rinse his mouth out at least. Jimin sees how shaky Taehyung is so he doesn’t bother trying to get him to hold the bag--the second it’s beneath his chin, Taehyung is retching again. Yoongi, who’s sitting behind them, reaches forward to pull back the singer’s hair. 

“We’ll be home soon,” Hoseok reassures from the front, being the one driving. He’s a smooth driver and some of the others are not, so he was trusted with that position. “A few more minutes, TaeTae.” 

Taehyung can barely hear him over his heaving, comically loud as always, painful and grating as he heaves up the water he’d drank and a considerable amount of stomach acid. He groans when he has a chance to catch his breath, swallowing once, twice, before picking his head up. 

“I think--I think I’m good,” he chokes out between panting, and Jimin nods, tying off the bag and holding his hand once more. Jungkook wordlessly offers the water, but Jimin just shakes his head, figuring he’ll try and get him to drink again when they get home, knowing that it’s much less comfortable to vomit in a moving vehicle than it is at home and in bed with a trashcan. 

Just as Hoseok said, they get home a few minutes later. Taehyung moves as fast as he can on shaky legs. The second they get inside, he heads directly to the bathroom. The boys exchange glances--he’s still throwing up? What else could he possibly have in him? 

Before following him, Jimin asks Seokjin to make some tea and Jungkook to get some extra blankets so he could tuck Taehyung in nicely once he finally managed to calm down enough to sleep without retching up a lung. And then Jimin is by Taehyung’s side once more, rubbing his back and holding his hair away. He feels all of Taehyung’s muscles tense as he retches, bringing up nothing but trickles of bile, saliva, and foam. 

“Taehyungie, I really think you’re empty…” Jimin insists, getting worried that Taehyung will break a rib from the force of which he keeps dry heaving. “Try and breathe, baby, just try to breathe,” he encourages, hoping that Taehyung will calm down soon.

Luckily enough, he does, reduced to panting and burping and groaning once more. Jimin reaches up to flush the toilet for him before hoisting him up to his feet, guiding him slowly but surely to bed. Taehyung plops down on the mattress, happy to be home, and he drags Jimin down with him, immediately clinging to him. 

Jimin doesn’t stop him, smiling fondly at the younger boy and placing a kiss to the top of his head once more before continuing to card his fingers through his hair. He covers them both up with the blankets Jungkook had given them, holding Taehyung close. “My poor TaeTae...I’m sorry you’re feeling so sick…” Jimin comments after a moment. 

Taehyung doesn’t respond--Jimin would expect at least a hum. He just shifts a bit, clings tighter to Jimin, and exhales deeply. His breathing has evened out--Jimin realizes that he must’ve fallen asleep already. He must’ve been so exhausted.

A/N: Inspired by that part from the LY:NY Tour DVD that we’ve been talking about lately...but it actually did go wrong this time and Jungkook definitely isn’t a man of greater capacity. I have requests to tend to, but I had the sudden urge to write this, and I figured I might as well? Haha, it’s a little rushed, but it’ll do. “I would never,” he remembers saying. “I won’t lose my dignity.”       As he does his best to get through another song and more extensive choreo, Jungkook realizes how likely he is to lose his dignity and his lunch on stage. He’d been warned many times. But he never listens to his hyungs, does he?      It’s about now that he’s beginning to regret that, as every jump throws more of those stupid noodles up into his throat and every landing brings them back down. About now, as he has to swallow thickly a few times before every line he sings. About now that he realizes that he fucked up.      “Man of greater capacity…”

     He’s never gonna live this down, is he?

     They’re approaching the end speeches; Jungkook just has to get through another song, just one more, and then they’re giving ments and bowing and then it’s over. He’d started feeling sick after their third group song. That was, what, two, three hours ago? Four, five? Who knows? He certainly doesn’t. All Jungkook knows is that he’s been telling himself the same things over and over again and they’re not working to calm his stomach.      ‘I would never.’ ‘I won’t lose my dignity.’ ‘I’m a man of greater capacity. ’      Jungkook does his best to keep up appearances, but he can tell the other members are catching on with the concerned glances they keep shooting him whenever they get the chance. One more song, that’s it; one more song. He can do that, right? Smile and nod, go through the motions, keep it down. Though this song is only around three minutes long or so, it feels like it’s dragging on for hours. He has to push the mic away subtly every so often to stifle a sick belch, making it look like he’s coughing or something every time so the fans don’t catch on. As they progress, Jungkook’s realizing that Jimin might’ve predicted the future earlier.      He’s sure that when they were teasing him earlier, they were joking.

     Now, this is...no joke. Except the retch that cuts off his ending ment won’t be fake and funny and interrupted by giggles. He’s about ready to run off the stage and come back saying he really had to pee or something, but that’s entirely unprofessional and he can make it through this song because he is indeed a man of greater capacity.     Jungkook knows he has to stop lying to himself.     The music stops, and finally, finally, he gets to take a break and breathe as they prepare to speak, catching their breath. Though, now that he’s not moving, it seems like he can’t fill his lungs with any air at all and the world is spinning more wildly now that there’s a focus point; there are no jumps and landings to keep his stomach somewhat in place.      Jungkook’s stomach gurgles and groans as he jolts with a hiccup, and another, turning away from the cameras and making it look like he’s dramatically exhausted or something like that. If he can act, make it seem like one thing is another, nobody will catch on. Right? Though now with the music off and being in a close proximity to the others, they can certainly hear and see what’s going on.      The others all speak before him, giving what he’s sure are very emotional and deep words of thanks even if he can’t make out any of it in the slightest. All he knows is that he’s not gonna have time to give any of all the emotional and deep speech that he’d been planning on because he can’t recall a word of it at all; the nausea is overwhelming. He was wrong. He was so wrong. But they’re so close to the end. He can do it, right? He feels Jimin’s hand on his back, running comfortingly yet inconspicuously up and down his spine. He ducks his head and burps again. Namjoon, who’s standing on his other side, tries to move closer to him in some kind of comforting presence as well. Who has the mic? Hoseok? Jungkook doesn’t look up.