#emeto?

Credits to the instagram user who posted this! I've looked everywhere on YouTube to find the clip at the start but couldn't!! Lmk if anyone finds it!!

(2018 love yourself tour in London)

that one team skull grunt...

with the moomoo milk...

hhhhhhHHHGHGH~

Okay so there’s a little bit of emeto in this one... XD That was like my first time ever writing an emeto scene it will most likely be my last time doing that... LOL XD Also, this fic is coming to an end, sadly ;- ; Only like one more part after this... :(

Darkness has replaced the soft, gray clouds as the sun has set and the moon has made its appearance far up in the sky. It’s now 9pm, and Yuko is beginning to feel exhausted far beyond comprehension. The route they’re taking is empty and there aren’t any other cars around to be seen. The beam from his head lights are the only thing keeping Yuko half awake; Everything surrounding the vehicle is pitch black from the lack of sunlight that used to reveal all of the natural, vibrant colors. Every time the boy blinked, fear would rush over him; he was afraid that they wouldn’t open again, and that he’d be overcome by a deep slumber.  

Harima moans deeply and flips sides in order to face Yuko. His face was damp from a cold sweat, despite how cold it was in the car due to the poor, useless heater. The boy turns on the overhead light in order to see his companion clearly. “Yuko…” Mumbles the sicky, sounding more like a bare whisper, “I don’t feel good…” His voice seemed strained, and like it took him all of his might to mutter out those words throughout all of his moaning.

The boy hazily looks at Harima, who’s writhing in his seat, groaning and clutching his stomach. “What’s going on?” Yuko blinks a couple of times, trying to make sure that his eyelids were still obeying him, and he rubbed his eyes.

Harima desperately holds his mouth, with a muffled dry heave. “I think I’m gonna throw u—” Another dry heave forces its’ way out of the man, as he brings his other hand over his mouth. He swallows deeply, trying to rid himself of all the excess saliva that is salivating in his glands. Feeling his stomach churn and flip around, he moans in pain and lets down the window, trying to get some fresh air. He curses at himself, knowing that whatever is fighting its way out of his stomach is winning, and it won’t be long before it will be released.

“Woah, woah, hang on, okay! I’m going to pull over! Just try and hold it for a sec!” Yells the panicked teen, caring more for his blanket rather than his companion at the moment. Yuko slams on the brakes, veering off onto the side of road, while Harima is already yanking at his seat belt and throwing off the blanket. Promptly after the car stops moving, the man flings the door open and dashes out of the car, instantly hunching over and violently gagging. Yuko gulps and looks away, trying not to retch himself at the sight. I can’t just leave him there… He thinks, while he bites his lip and decides to rub Harima’s back, in order to show that he’s there for him. The man retches again, with a brown liquid spewing out of his mouth, splatting onto the ground, causing a cringe to squirm out of Yuko as he shuts his eyes. Violent coughs are heard from Harima as he weakly collapses down onto his knees and clutches his stomach.

“You gonna be okay, Harima?” Yuko’s eyes widened in terror as he watched the weary sicky; he was beginning to feel the pain with him. Each cough brought up more acid-like bile, bringing tears to the man’s eyes.

After the last stream of bile and bodily fluids were released, followed by a few more finishing false heaves, Harima sits down in the cold grass with his eyes closed, cleaning his mouth. “Yeah, I’m good… I’m alright.” He sniffs deeply, body shivering from the cold air. “Must’ve been that damn burger.”

Yuko gives a profound sigh, “What am I going to do with you?” He smiles, seeing how Harima was lying right though his teeth; The man was known for his stubbornness and he most likely was never going to change.

Harima groans, feeling annoyed with his runny nose. No matter how many times he sniffled, the mucus would resistantly keep sliding down again. “Help me back into the car.” Mutters Harima with his arm out, waiting for Yuko to help him. “This cold air isn’t doin’ anybody any good.” Without hesitation, the teen nods and wraps the man onto his side, acting as a support beam to guide him back over to the car.

Yuko pauses when he feels Harima tense up and jerk away from him. “Kg’tschiih! Heh’IKGSsscheh!! ‘tchiih!” Harima’s chest frantically bounces up and down as he struggles to take a breath and land his face into the crook of his elbow. “Nnk’gssh!! Ihh… Ikg’tschuhh!” After a deep, liquified sniff, he apologizes to Yuko and nudges him to keep walking. The teen blesses him awkwardly, feeling revolted at the fact of being so close to Harima while he sneezed.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Mumbles the teen, not making eye contact with the man. He can feel Harima roll his eyes beside him, “Your body feels really warm… And it’s cold out.”  

The sicky smirks at Yuko as they approach the car, “Kid, I’m fine! Don’t worry about me. Just focus on getting us to New York in one piece.” The two men enter the car and Yuko neglects to start the car. “What’s the hold up? Let’s get movin’.” Mutters Harima, cocooning himself into the blanket.

“Cut the bullshit, Harima!” Yuko slams his fists onto the steering wheel in aggravation, breathing heavily. “You can stop lying to me for fucks sake!” Harima glares at the boy in surprise not saying a word. “We both know that you’re not ‘alright’, and you won’t be until you take that damn medicine!” The teen is unhinged and vents all of his anger out onto the man, not giving him a chance to respond, even if he were going to. “I spent all of my savings on that medicine, and for what? For you to just throw it away?!” The teen glares at the man, glassy eyes locking onto his before the man looks away in guilt.

Harima is silent and let’s Yuko’s words steep inside of the car for a few moments. “Well if it means that much to you, I’ll take the damn pills…” Tears stream down Yuko’s face as he lets all the pent-up emotions slide out of him. “Come here…” Mumbles Harima, as the teen rests his head into the sick man’s chest, letting his shirt soak up all of his tears.

“I’m so sorry Harima! I didn’t mean to—” Harima interrupts the boy’s muffled whining with a silent shush, as he rubs his hand through his cold locks.

“—I know, I know…” He consoles, twitching his nose at the prickling sensation he suddenly feels needling its way around his reddened nostrils. Yuko can feel the man tensing up, along with his chest raising his head up and down with his uneven breaths. Before the teen can escape the comfort of Harima’s embrace, the man’s left arm contracts, holding him captive, as the man ducks his head into his left hand and slightly into the boy’s hair. “Heh’KNGTschiih!! Hh’shhiih! Nnk’gshh!” Harima lets out a desperate moan, blinking wearily, fighting off a wave of giddiness and trying to regain his vision.

Yuko is stunned in shock at first, but then instantly removes himself from Harima, frantically rubbing at his hair. “You didn’t—!” Harima couldn’t help but smile at the panicked teen as he sniffled to himself. “Oh God- PLEASE tell me you didn’t!” The boy suddenly freezes, feeling a slimy substance on the top of his head and frowns at Harima. “I’m going to kill you.” He states, flatly, to Harima, who is chuckling to himself.

His chuckles gradually turn into a light coughing fit in the back of his wrist as he manages to mutter, “I’m afraid I’m already dying.”

depending on how close quarters the characters are sharing, it could be:

from sharing food/sharing a meal - passing plates to one another, etc

from sharing a bathroom/bedroom

if A is sick and B takes care of them, suddenly B gets sick, then the same happens to C and so on

there’s the horrid one of someone actually being puked on/cleaning up after someone else

if they’re like dating or rly close friends, hugging/kissing

and as a bonus