#caring!yoongi

I think my writing has improved? Please let me know if it has/hasn’t! 

Tw: slightly graphic depiction of vomit, male pregnancy 

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Yoongi hums to himself, absentmindedly as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. His fingers wring around Hoseok’s, giving them a generous squeeze while he’s at it and bringing it up to his pouty, pink lips. He purses them, a bit retaliated as it colides with the medicinal tape wrapped over the top of his hand. “My poor baby..” He coos and yawns again. 

It isn’t his fault that they’re camped out in the dim, plain and bleak hospital room and Yoongi had no right to complain. In fact, they were there for good reasons. Hoseok was finally in labor, the two just hours away from greeting their miracle baby that the two desperately hoped and prayed for.  The man shook off the slumber that’s threatening to overtake him, replacing it with some comforting and doting actions instead. Yoongi leans down, his lips pressing into the baby bump whilst his hand cups under it. “So proud of you.” He whispers, feeling it tense and contract from under the hospital gown. 

It makes Hoseok stir, a small groan escaping from his lips as his eyes begin to flicker open. His head is fogged, he can’t register anything but a familiar pain that gradually intensifies. Instantly, his eyes dart for Yoongi and squint in a helpless, sad manner. Yoongi is quick to console. “Hey, hey bug, it’s okay” His voice is calm, smooth and velvety while Hoseok reaches for him.  Arms are strung around shoulders, Hoseok pressing his cheek firmly into Yoongi’s bicep as he squeezes him with a whimper. “I-It’s happening again..”  Yoongi lifts his head, whilst propping his chin against the younger’s matted hair his eyes steer over to the machine a couple inches away from the hospital bed. Gridded paper is scratching out in steady beats, stiff peaks forming along the chart and measuring the contraction from the belt strapped to Hoseok’s engorged belly. “I know, I see it” He assures his boyfriend, pulling him closer and rubbing gently along his spine. “You’re okay, deep breaths, Count to 10 with me” 

“1..owww!” Hoseok cries, his stomach seizing more. He pants, heavy and laboured against Yoongi’s support. “Agh fuck, fuck!” He hides his face into his boyfriend’s chest, muffling the pained profanities as the fiery sensation soars across his stomach and makes it spasm. His belly grumbles lowly, breaking into a thin layer of sweat as he feels nausea coil around his insides because of all the discomfort.  “I’ve got you, jeez Hobi, I thought it couldn’t get any worse than the last one you had.” Yoongi spurts aimlessly, holding his lover in his arms and cringing at the sounds his laboring boyfriend was projecting. He cares less about dignity, pulling apart the curtains of behind his gown and begins to rub circles into Hoseok’s bare back going as low as where his rear begins. “There’s still ice, do you want any ice, love?” He offers. 

Ice does seem like it would sooth Hoseok’s stomach, if he wasn’t met with a splurge of acid when he burps silently. The nausea hits him like a thunderclap, drool threatening to spill out of his mouth. He shakes his head. “I’m gonna vomit.” He responds thickly.  Yoongi frowns, pulling away from Hoseok as he stays upright and stiff. He reaches for the bowl on the nightstand next to his stool, tucking it under his chin. “Here, get it all in this Hobi.” His fingers splay around the side and bend under the bowl, holding it close for him and sweeping any hair back. 

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:

A/N: Did i disappear for a year? Yes i did. Am i going to make up for it in this series? Yes. Yes I am. Enjoy my loves!

Synopsis: College students Yoongi and Hoseok are what you would indefinitely describe as ‘polar opposites’. Jung Hoseok was that one bubbly student that everyone knew of. He’s always smiling and radiating warmth and happiness wherever he went, leaving a trail of glow from his halo he had on. And then there’s Yoongi. Min Yoongi was always scummbed in the corner of the classroom, wallowing in his grumpiness and overall bland exterior. He was dark and never up to no good. What happens when these two need eachother the most: in sickness, and in health.

TW: Emeto. Mentions and depictions of ‘vomit’ 

Pairing: Yoonseok (Sope)

Word count: 938 words

Yoongi hums to himself, staring at the road absentmindedly as he drives. He turns the steering wheel swiftly using the palm of his hand as he peeks at the rearview mirror and then at his fiance, Hoseok.

Oof I couldn’t express just how much I love this so much. Everything about it is so endearing and pure, especially the second one oof. So I decided to do a little Drabble on it with namgi. I’ve been loving them a lot lately thanks to @queasynamgi ‘s fics, amazing!

Please send more of these!! Here you go~~

TW: Emeto

“Hang in there honey..” Namjoon murmurs to his ailing husband, scavenging for a bag in any compartments. He always had one, but skies weren’t in his favour today.

Yoongi swallows for the umpteenth time, his Adam’s apple bobbing furiously as he palms his mouth and tries not to be sick over his husband’s glossed seats. He lets out a really nauseous breath, panic filling his eyes. “Joon-”

“I know, I know sweetheart” the younger assures, more to himself than everyone else. Yoongi shakes his head frantically, his stomach bubbling and raging in its turmoil.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry, my driving is. I didn’t mean to make you sick, aish Namjoon what’s wrong with you? IQ of 148 my ass–”

Yoongi’s stomach squeezes tight. There’s an acidic splash in the back of his throat, and he’s gurgling out puke that seeps through the cracks of his pale fingers before neither could comprehend the situation.

It’s warm, horrible and putrid. Yoongi whimpers with a tight grimace, brows pinched in disgust. The smell overwhelms him a tad too much and within seconds his hand flies off, leaning over with a choked heave as vomit splatters between his feet.

Namjoon sighs, his shoulders slumping faintly and he scoots closer to the blonde. “M’sorry..Namjoon I-”

“It’s okay kitten, I’ll clean it up..” he murmurs softly, expression etched with worry and pity for his husband as he rubs circles into his back as Yoongi continues to bring up their precious dinner date. Constantly whispering sweet nothings into his ear like “You’re okay, oh baby..”

When Namjoon deems safe to, he pulls the older to his chest and kissing the crown of his head lovingly, promising to be better next time, or more prepared..

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Namjoon doubles over miserably and eyes his husband, sweat beads forming on his forehead slowly.

“You know, I could always grab a trashcan if you need to be sick again, Joon” Yoongi reminds softly, sat next to the stubborn boy and carding his hair back.

“M’not.. gonna be sick” Namjoon replies, determined. He’s had enough of this stupid food poisoning, who would’ve known his attempts to cook for the pair (meat that was undercooked, clearly) ends in his stomach just wanting to slither out him for two days and counting.

He ties the slender arms around his abdomen, groaning in pain as cramps tore through his stomach. His stomach churning unhappily as he rocks slightly forward, coughing harshly.

Yoongi coos softly, patting between his shoulders with a gentle hand. The cough morphs into a sudden heave, leaving namjoon burping up a mouthful of sick onto his lap. Yoongi’s eyes comically widening.

“Shit..” he curses under his breath, noticing how his lover was ready to let out more and quickly cups a hand under his chin.

Namjoon sobs at the other’s grimace, his breath hitching as he hiccups and more vomit lands into the palm underneath him, trickling down to the sheets as he swallows.

The older takes initiative, using it to his advantage as he brings the bucket back onto the bed. Emptying his soiled hand first before guiding it to the younger, he pouts at the fat tears rolling down his cheeks and scarlet cheeks of embarrassment.

“Joonie, none of that” he shushes him quietly, kissing his hair sweetly. “B-but i t-threw up in your h-hand” he stammers, sobbing before a gag rips out of him.

“It’s fine love, really, it is” Yoongi assures him with his deep, comfort laced chords. He traces his hand to the back of his neck and massaging it with warm fingers. Because really, he wasn’t phased at all.

A/N: Rushed this a bit in college...but I hope you like it!! Thank you for requesting bub 💖

(16: I can’t throw up..)

“Jungkook-ah..” Yoongi taps his knuckles on the bathroom door, his voice soft yet desperate. “You’ve been in there for nearly fifteen minutes”

Jungkook sighs, it feels like he’s on a rowing boat, constantly leaning over the bowl and then leaning back. It wasn’t helping his stomach per say, he still felt like upchucking, but nothing came up.

“Are you even listening? Hyung needs to go too,” Yoongi reminds, inching closer to the door just a tad bit with his ear pressed to the door, knocking. “Kiddo?”

Jungkook shudders, leans forward so his head is hovering over the bowl. He manages a quiet “yeah?”

“Are you alright in there?” Yoongi asks, growing worried now. Jungkook’s voice sounded weak and quiet and he could’ve swore he heard a whimper.

Jungkook contemplates whether or not to own up. His tummy is protesting with angry growls making him moan in pain. Oh how he wishes to just melt in one of his hyungs arms and just cry about how awful he felt, because he does.

Jungkook breathes in, his chest burning as he jolts with another sick burp. “Hyung..”

Yoongi’s already picking the lock with one of Taehyung’s styled bobby pins. He enters the bathroom and his shoulders slouch with a deep, yet concerned sigh. “You okay?”

Jungkook shakes his head, tears clouding his brown orbs. “I can’t throw up..”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, his own urges long forgotten as he crouches beside the youngest and plays with his hair softly “you should’ve said something, Jungkook” he lightly scolds before sighing again. “Still pukey?”

Jungkook nods, his hand dug under his hoodie as he practically kneads his curdling stomach. “I want to vomit so bad hyung..” he whines.

He leans into the older, curling into his lap and burying his face into the crook of his neck, hiccuping quietly.

Yoongi winces, his baby must be feeling really gross. “You’ll throw up soon bunny..” he comforts, stroking his greased locks as he takes over for Jungkook, rubbing his tummy with a tad bit of pressure.

He rubs across, big circles, little circles, small pats to his obstinate tummy and finally feels it gurgle displeasingly.

Jungkook feels stomach acid crawl up his throat, his breathing quickens as he scrambles off the rapper and leans over the bowl, burping up a mouthful of sick into the bowl. Finally..

“There it is..” Yoongi mutters, very relived. He shuffles closer to the boy and rubs between his shoulder blades. “Keep going Kook-ah, you’re doing well kiddo,”

“Hyung-hurrk’h!” He retches, puke spurting from his lips and splashing into the bowl below him. Reaching blindly for the older.

“Hmm, I’m here, I’m here..” Yoongi hums and grabs his hand while giving it a encouraging squeeze, patting his back gently as he gazes to the floor. He was like that, the silent warrior.

Two more rounds later and Jungkook finally finished, feeling considerably better though shaken up as he grimaces. “That didn’t taste nice..”

Yoongi snorts “No shit, Sherlock” no real sarcasm in his words as he wipes the maknae‘s lips with some tissue and tosses it into the mess, flushing it.

Jungkook giggles tiredly, he wraps his arms around Yoongi and rests his cheek on his shoulder while breathing into his fresh scent. “Thank you..”

A/n: Aww I agree! Here you are! 💖

“Yoongi’h i b’need tissues- heh’shoo!”

Jimin sniffles, cupping his nose and grimacing at the icky goop that coats his hands. He leans over the bed and puts his hand in the tissue box.

It’s fruitless effort. Jimin knows that they’re none in there.

Yoongi is in the kitchen, brewing some chamomile tea for his poorly boyfriend when he hears the cry of need. “Yeah coming!”

He walks in, a fresh box of tissues pressed to his stomach as he tries to single handedly open the seal. The seal comes off and Yoongi finally takes a look at his sick lover.

Jimin sits miserably, his hand wet and mushy making him grimace. His cheeks are flushed and nose is rosy and puffed from blowing all day “there’s no b’more tissues” he whines stuffliy behind his hand.

Yoongi sighs, of course.

Because they’re all scattered on the floor in scrunched balls and around Jimin’s small body over his blankets.

The floor looked beautifully adorned with nasally tissue flowers, Yoongi thinks.

“Angel...” Yoongi coos, his voice quieter and deeper than usual since Jimin may have a headache of some sort. He sets the new box next to him.

“K’tishh!..ah’tishh!..”Jimin sneezes into his palm again, his body rocking forward from the force of it. Yoongi quickly steadies his boyfriend, brows pinched and pouting in worry. He takes a couple tissues and hands them to him.

“Ugh...bless b’me” Jimin mutters, taking the tissue and blowing liquidly into it. He sniffles, wiping underneath his nose and sniffles messily again.

“Bless you indeed, Chim” Yoongi hums, playing with his locks. He takes a couple more white sheets and starts wiping down his snotty hands. “You sure you don’t want me to take you to the hospital, Jimin”

Jimin shakes his head, he scrunches his nose and wipes it again as it runs “I’ll m’be fine..” he croaks weakly.

“says the person who’s on his second box of tissues..fine my ass” Yoongi grumbles back, a mix of a frown and a pout but whatever, it was cute.

“Why m’are you scolding’h b’me” Jimin whines and sniffles sadly. His eyes coat in feverish tears and he licks his chapped lips before pouting.

Yoongi sighs “I wasn’t scolding..”

“You were!” Jimin huffs, coughing into his elbow quickly.

     In all of the normal morning chaos that came with Bangtan mornings, it was surprisingly easy to overlook the absence of the group’s youngest member. Jin didn’t realize Jungkook hadn’t been woken up yet until the last minute, when the group was already running late. Having been doing a last round of checks around the rooms for lights and cleanliness, Jin decided to ask Yoongi to check up on the maknae (and nag him about timeliness on his behalf.)

     Yoongi obeyed, seeing as he was the only one fully set to walk out the door. He made his way over to Jungkook’s room--he had been lucky enough to draw the one single room--and found the boy seemingly fast asleep, duvet up to his ear. The second eldest sat at the foot of the bed, shaking Jungkook softly by the hip.    

 “Up, Kook-ah. Come on. We have things to do,” Yoongi tried, though his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. The maknae didn’t budge, even when Yoongi shook him a little harder or spoke louder, closer to his ear. Yoongi stood and yanked the blankets off the younger man. The rapper’s annoyed expression quickly softened into concern when he saw the state Jungkook was actually in; without the blankets to hide under, it was obvious that something was wrong. 

     “Jungkookie...something up?” Yoongi asked, reaching over to run a hand down the singer’s spine. Jungkook was pale, curled up, arms wrapped around his middle. His bangs were plastered to his forehead with sweat, and he was panting softly. He only groaned in response to Yoongi’s question, curling up tighter. Yoongi sighed heavily, leaning forward even further to test the younger boy’s temperature with the back of his hand.      

“Christ, you’re burning up…” Yoongi clucked his tongue, trying to think of a plan. “Alright, let me tell the others that you’re not feeling well.” 

     Jungkook blinked his eyes open halfway, turning his hazy gaze to Yoongi. He opened his mouth to protest, but all that came out was a sluggish, breathy burp. Jungkook squeezed his eyes back shut, the flush of pink that adorned his cheeks becoming the only hint of color on his pale face. Yoongi stood to do as he’d promised, and after assuring Jin and Namjoon that he was perfectly capable of caring for the youngest himself, he grabbed a glass of water and some antacids to bring to Jungkook’s room. 

     Not wanting to leave Jungkook alone for too long, he set the glass down on the bedside table and dropped the antacids in, letting them dissolve. He ruffled Jungkook’s hair, mumbling a soft, “what am I gonna do with you, kid?” 

     Jungkook only moaned in response, curling up tighter. Yoongi lied down beside the singer after a moment, gently prying his arms away from his torso to place a hand on his upset stomach instead, carefully starting to rub circles in hopes that it’ll provide some relief to the pain. He started slow and light, not wanting to make anything worse, but Jungkook placed his hand over the rapper’s and wordlessly suggested he press a bit harder. 

     They stayed like that for a bit, Yoongi spooning Jungkook and applying pressure, helping Jungkook bring up low belches that he smothered into the pillow. Gradually, though, the once small and quieter burps and soft hiccups started getting deeper, longer, and louder. Almost sick sounding. It occured to Yoongi that he’d never really asked if Jungkook was feeling nauseous or anything; knowing the younger man, he wouldn’t bring it up until it was too late and he suddenly jump off the bed to make a stumbling dash for the bathroom in hopes that he’ll make it in time. 

     “Kook-ah,” Yoongi mumbled, careful not to speak too loudly in case Jungkook was catching something where a headache was involved. “Are you feeling sick at all?”

     The younger boy hesitated, staying still for a moment. He shrugged in response, burying his face in the pillow. Yoongi carded a hand through his hair, asking again. “I’ll get you a bucket if you need one,” he suggested, trying to get a definitive answer from the maknae. 

     Finally, Jungkook nodded softly. Yoongi didn’t miss a beat, practically running down the hall to find a trash can. Surprisingly, it was a lot harder than he would’ve thought--where the fuck were all the trash cans when he needed one? Just as he managed to find and empty the bathroom trash can, he heard a gag from down the hall. Yoongi mumbled a slew of swears under his breath, hurrying back to try to avoid as much of a mess as possible.

     Unfortunately, when the rapper returned, Jungkook was sitting up, teary eyed, bent over the edge of the bed with vomit on his lap (and the floor.) Yoongi’s heart dropped, seeing how obviously guilty Jungkook looked.

     “I’m sorry,” he choked out, breathing heavily. He was trying his best to keep everything else down, audibly gulping and gasping. 

     “It’s okay,” Yoongi reassured. He handed Jungkook the bucket, sitting next to him and running a hand up and down his spine. “It’s not your fault. Let it up, I can clean it all up later.” Yoongi tried his best to sound soothing. Jungkook managed another breath before he was lurching forward with a heave, the sound of vomit hitting plastic far from pleasant. He groaned before retching again, and again, and Yoongi was starting to get concerned. 

     The younger burped hollowly over the trash bin a few times before Yoongi found it reasonable to ask if he thought he was done. Jungkook nodded, though he seemed unsure of himself. Yoongi surveyed the situation before deciding what to do.

     “Alright, I’m gonna grab you some clean clothes...do you want to shower?”

     Jungkook shook his head listlessly. Yoongi should’ve probably gotten him in the shower at some point, but at the moment he didn’t look like he could stand, so the rapper figured it could wait. He did as he promised, putting the bucket down for a moment to shuffle through Jungkook’s closet for a loose shirt and some boxers, helping him change. “You wanna lay in my room while I clean this up?” 

     Jungkook looked up at Yoongi, eyes glassy and unfocused and sad. He shrugged, trying to get up on his own only to fall back down onto the bed. 

     “Woah, I didn’t mean walk there yourself,” Yoongi chuckled. He wrapped an arm around Jungkook’s waist to help him up and guided him around to avoid the mess. He moved slowly, carefully, not wanting Jungkook to fall. Once he got Jungkook situated, he ran a hand through the singer’s hair before going to clean up.

     “Wait,” Jungkook mumbled, voice quiet and a bit raspy from the vomiting. 

     “I have to clean up, baby,” Yoongi gave, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “I’ll be right back, okay? I promise.”

     Jungkook nodded softly, sinking back onto the mattress. Yoongi straightened up as quick as he could, getting the floor spotless and making up the bed, throwing Jungkook’s dirty clothes in the hamper. Once he changed the bag in the trash can, he grabbed the glass of antacids he’d originally brought in as well and headed back to Jungkook.

     Expecting a feverish, clingy maknae, Yoongi was surprised to find that Jungkook was already fast asleep, curled up tightly just like he’d found him earlier. After setting down what he’d grabbed, Yoongi sat back next to him, leaning against the headboard and taking out his phone to text the others with an update of sorts. Jungkook rolled over to lay on Yoongi’s lap, exhaling and uncurling himself just a bit. Yoongi played with his hair, smiling fondly.