how about 🌹🌷🌈 for your sickfic drabble post!
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“Hyung, I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Are you - oh my god, is that blood?”
Seokjin glances sideways at the person who just entered the kitchen, and immediately spins around to face away from him, nose still pinched between his fingers. Shit. It’s the last person who should really be here right now.
“Don’t look, Hobi - I know how queasy you get around blood.” Seokjin leans further over the kitchen sink, watching as his blood drips past his fingers with soft plops into the metal basin. Nosebleeds tend to hit him when he least expects it - most often when he’s had a week of too little sleep and too many dance practices.
He hears an audible gulp from behind him, before Hoseok asks bravely, “Are you okay, hyung? Can I - can I get you anything?”
Seokjin closes his eyes briefly. “Jungkook, maybe.” Their maknae was the least squeamish out of all of them, and he doesn’t want to subject poor Hoseok to this sight any longer than he has to. This nosebleed truly came at an inconvenient time.
“He went out.” A brief glance behind him shows Hoseok wringing his hands, the dancer avoiding looking at Seokjin entirely. “Jimin and Tae, too. The rest are still asleep.”
A very inconvenient time, then. “Okay, just - hand me the tissues?” Seokjin asks, gesturing at the box of tissues on the kitchen counter, too far away for him to reach from the sink.
Movement rustles behind him, before the box of tissues appear in the corner of his vision. Seokjin plucks several from the box gratefully, holding them up to his nose to stem the (thankfully slowing) stream of blood. Looking up, he realises that Hoseok is holding out the tissue box with his eyes squeezed closed, and Seokjin finds himself smiling. He’s grateful that his dongsaeng is braving his phobia to come to Seokjin’s rescue. “Thanks, Hobi-yah.”
“You’re welcome, hyung.” Hoseok instinctively opens his eyes to flash a bright smile at him, but pales instantly when he catches sight of Seokjin’s hand.
Seokjin’s eyes widen when he glances down. Even though he’s stopped the nosebleed, he’s forgotten that his fingers and back of his hand were still covered in blood, and he again spins quickly back around to face the kitchen sink. “Crap. Hobi? If you feel queasy, go sit down. Don’t worry about me.”
“M-maybe a little more than queasy. I’m, um...”
Another glance behind him reveals Hoseok swallowing convulsively, eyelashes fluttering rapidly as he pales even further, and Seokjin realises what’s about to happen a second before it does. He moves to catch the dancer as his eyes roll back and he goes down in a heap. “Shit - Hoseok!”
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A/n: Thank you anon for the request! I guess in the end, Hobi still needed more caretaking than Jin, but the poor baby really doesn't do well with blood 🥹 we have 3 more prompts left to reveal!
