#first sickfic

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So this is my first time writing something in english. It’s not very long and especially not very good but I’m trying my best haha I’d appreciate some feedback - please tell me how to improve <3

„Hey, baby, I’m home.“ Sevan spoke softly as he carefully pulled the front door shut.

Receiving no answer, he kicked off his shoes and stepped further into the apartment. Everything looked exactly the way it did when Sevan had last seen it this morning.

Naoko had voluntarily stayed home from work today - and saying Sevan was worried would be an understatement.

Because Naoko, a well-known workaholic, did not stay home without at least putting up a fight. Ever. So when Sevan left him alone this morning to head to work himself, he couldn’t help but frown at the sleeping form of his boyfriend.

Poor guy must’ve been feeling awful.

But what really had Sevan worried was that Nao had not answered any of his calls today. Or his messages for that matter.

He stepped into their shared bedroom, fully expecting to see his boyfriend curled up under the blankets just like he had been a few hours ago. What he didn’t expect to find however, was an empty bed.

Sevan’s confusion only lasted a few seconds though. A harsh retch coming from the bathroom tore him out of his thoughts and made him painfully aware of where exactly his poor love had been spending the day. And that’s exactly where Sevan went.

He tapped the door lightly to let Naoko know he was there rather than waiting for permission to come in. The sight he found upon opening the door had his heart clenching painfully with sympathy.

His boyfriend was sitting on his heels hunched over the toilet, mouth slightly agape. His shirt was drenched in sweat and strands of hair were stuck to his flushed cheeks.

Nao coughed once, made a small choking noise, and up came a thin stream of what looked like mostly stomach bile.

Sevan cringed - never one to handle vomit well he had to close his eyes and take a deep breath through his mouth. But another look at his love’s suffering and all his own discomfort was put to the side effortlessly.

He crouched down next to Naoko; one hand steady on his back while the other gathered loose strands of hair to keep them out of the line of fire.

The spell was over as quickly as it came and Nao weakly lowered his head onto his arms, slumping forward slightly.

“Well, love. That didn’t look too good.”

Naoko looked up at his boyfriend with hazy eyes and chuckled dryly. “Believe it or not, it doesn’t feel too good either.”

Sighing Sevan took Naos hand in his. “Do you think you’re done?”

“For now. This bug is kicking my ass though, you should probably stay away.”

“Yes, sure. I’ll leave even though I’ve already been exposed anyway so you can wait for sweet, sweet death to come and take you.”

“Actually, that sounds like a good plan to me.” Nao laughed weakly.

Sevan rolled his eyes “I’m not gonna leave you here by yourself, silly. Now how about we take a nice shower and get you to bed so you can get some rest, huh?”

“I guess that also works.”

Hoisting Naoko up was not an easy task due to the considerable height difference between the two. Fortunately for Sevan, his boyfriend was able to shower by himself without passing out, so Sevan could set up their bedroom.

Once Nao was freshly showered and settled in their queen-sized bed Sevan went to fetch him some medication from their medicine cabinet.

When he returned however, Sevan found to his amusement that his boyfriend was already fast asleep, drooling slightly onto his pillow.

Quietly chuckling to himself, he gave Nao’s forehead a quick kiss, before turning off the lights and slipping into bed himself.

Jeremy Heere. Average student. Best friend/crush Michael Mell. Immune system: horrible. When he first woke up, he didn’t think he was that sick. It was just a stomach ache, no big deal. He could deal with it.

Jeremy foolishy ended up going to school. Not like anyone would notice his slightly sluggish attitude, his first class with Michael wasn’t until fourth hour. However, by the time fourth hour rolled around, Jeremy could barley stand up straight. He felt like he would collaspe at any moment, and he started to get the urge to vomit.

“Jeremy, are you here? Well, you always are, but you know what I meant.” Michael, who had been trying to talk to Jeremy for the last five minutes, started to notice his daze. Jeremy was sweating heavily, and clutching his stomach. Jeremy, was about to say something along the lines of ‘I’m fine’ or ‘yeah, just tired,’ but the bell for fourth hour rang, and he and Michael had to go to class.

It was during the middle of fourth hour, that Jeremy really started to feel his sickness kick in. He could pratically feel the sweat from his face, despite freezing. He could barley pay attention to whatever the heck they were learning, he was too tired, and his stomach hurt so much.

“M-m-may, I go to the bathroom” Jeremy stuttered weakly, shivering vilonetly. Michael looked over at his friend. Just by hearing his voice, you could tell he was pretty sick. The teacher nodded, handing him a bathroom pass.

“Can I go with him?” Michael blurted out before Jeremy left. The teacher looked back at Jeremy, noticing how weak and fragile he seemed, then handed Michael a bathroom pass to go with Jeremy.

Jeremy quickly walked into the bathroom. Besides him and Michael, it was empty. Jeremy walked to one of the stalls, vomiting painfully. Michael flinched. He knew Jeremy was sick, but didn’t think it was this bad.

Jeremy kept throwing up for a few minutes, before he could finally catch his breath. Michael took Jeremy in his arms, rubbing his back to comfort him. Jeremy was still shivering. Michael felt Jeremy’s forehead, wincing at the heat:

“You’re burning up, why did you come to school?” Michael asked concerned. Jeremy just shrugged weakly. He was too tired to give Michael a full answer, and didn’t really feel like talking anyway.

“I’m taking you home.” Michael explained, carefully picking Jeremy up, carrying him bridal style. Jeremy smiled at that thought, but then relized, what about Michael? He wasn’t sick, and he still had school.

“You?” Jeremy asked. Michael could barley hear him, and his voice was worse than it was before, probaly from vomiting. Michael shushed him.

“What about me? School can wait, you can’t.” Michael explained, starting to carry Jeremy out of the bathroom. Jeremy was concerned, considering missing one day of high school usually results in hours of make-up work, but he couldn’t argue back. He was too tired to, and Michael would probaly when an argument anyway. Plus, he’d rather have Michael with him than be alone.

* * *

“Look who’s up! How ya feeling?” Jeremy heard Michael say, as soon as he woke up, which was weird cuz he didn’t remember falling asleep. Jeremy noticed he was in his room, covered by one blanket. He also noticed a wet wash cloth on his forehead, which Michael probaly put there. Michael was sitting next to his bed, waiting for him to answer.

“Tired...um... uh... Michael?” Jeremy asked shyly. Michael seemed confused, and looked at Jeremy. “What’s up buddy?” Michael asked concerned. Jeremy looked away from Michael. “Um... can we cuddle?” Jeremy asked, feeling a blush mixed with his fever blush settle in. Michael was also blushing slightly.

“Sure.” Michael replied, crawling into bed with Jeremy. Jeremy sighed in relief, it be awkward for them if Michael said no. Michael craddled Jeremy in his arms, not letting go.

Namgi yoongi sickie namjoon caretaker

WORD COUNT : I have no idea

Tw: emote ,graphic description of vomiting

Let’s get it ! Part : 1

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Yoongi knew he should have never eaten beyond his limits. After discovering his mistake of overeating, he somehow managed to convince namjoon to leave early. They were at at a dinner party soekjin invited them to. As they were walking back to the car namjoon noticed yoongi had a hand on his stomach. “ are you alright ?” Join asked. Yoongi was staring of into space, he hadn’t even noticed he put his hand on his stomach. “Oh “ , he removes his hand . “ I’ m fine I just ate a little too much “. “ you sure?” Joon asked “ you are looking kinda pale ,” joon was looking at how the moon light reflected on yoongi’s face. “ I’m fine “ yoongi says.

Namgi yoongi sickie namjoon caretaker

WORD COUNT: still have no idea ...

Tw: emote ,graphic description of vomiting

Into the thick of it !

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After a several minutes of upchucking and cooking tossing , yoongi was finally able to calm down and breathe. Despite be very tired yoongi and namjoon decided it would be best to sit and relax a bit longer ln attempt to insure a less eventful drive home. They stood outside of the car for a while neither of them saying a word.

After they got off the four lane road namjoon wanted to stop by a convent store or gas station to get something hydrating for yg. He knew that after yoongi gets carsick he tends to not feel so well for the rest of the time being. Namjoon wanted to at least make sure yoongi stays hydrated. And now that he is thinking about it yoongi would probably want to clean up a bit .

“Yoongi”. Namjoon said trying to get yoongi’s attention. “ why don’t we stop up here to this gas station, you can go freshen up and I can grab you a drink.” Yoongi took a deep breath. “ sounds good I guess.” “Alright, what would you like to drink?” Joon asked. “ what ever will get this gross taste out of my mouth.”

-time skip cause why not -

Namjoon was standing in front or the freezer section of the gas station. He couldn’t decide if he should buy gatorade or water. Hmmmm , water would be the easiest for his stomach.... hmmmm but the gatorade will give him electro lights.... Joon decide to get the gatorade. After paying he decided to go sit in the car and wait for yoongi to get back. He was taking quite a while nammjoon thought to himself.

-yoongi POV -

I just wanted to clean the vomit on my shoes off from when I got sick on them earlier. Something about seeing my dinner on my shoes ignited a once Burnt flame in my stomach. Yoongi ran to the closet stall he could get to. He was thankful to see that it was clean. He lurked forward with a rough gag.

He didn’t have much to bring up considering he had already gotten sick on the four-lane. Dry heaving and bring nothing up was starting to take a toll on his throat. But he felt really nauseous and he decided he’ll wait it out in the gas station bathroom. He really did not what to get sick on the road again.

- not yoongi’s POV -

Namjoon was starring at the watch in his wrist. It was almost 12:00 midnight. Yoongi sure was taking a while. He knew yoongi was tired and not feeling well but he was starting to get worried he got sick again. So she went back into the gas station to check on yoongi. He found yoongi alone in the restroom siting on the floor breathing loud and slow breaths. He didn’t want to startle him so he a knocks on the door of the stall yoongi is currently in.

Namjoon knew it was yoongi in the stall because of the specific breathing exercises he was doing. The one he always does when he is starting to feel nauseous. “ yoongi ?” Namjoon said in a calm and quite voice. “ are you ok ?” Yoongi groaning loudly and let Namjoon into the stall. Namjoon noticed yg had a hand on his stomach like he did when he ate to much at Jin’s dinner party. “Is your stomach still bothering you? Namjoon asked”. Namjoon already knew yoongi’s stomach was hurting, he just wanted a response out of yoongi. “Uhhhhhhhh, yeah my stomach is killing me I was fine for a little bit but I started to feel sick again.” Yoongi says with a groggy expression on his face. “I got you some gatorade, it’s in the car.” Should I get you something for your nausea ? Are you still feeling nauseous ? I can - blah blah blah blah,” is the only thing yoongi heard.

Yoongi really couldn’t get himself to focus on what Namjoon was saying. His stomach was in his throat. He was starting to feel like he might get sick again after all. “Yoongi , are you listening?” Joon asked. “Huh? Oh sorry I didn’t hear a word you said.” Yoongi moved closer to the toilet. His chin moved to his chest . He gulped. Then proceeded lurch so far forward with a gag he probably would have hit his head on the toilet if Namjoon didn’t catch him in time. Namjoon slightly moving yoongi made him feel super dizzy. This time yoongi retched and it was very much productive. He didn’t even know he had anything else to throw up but some how he did. Yoongi continued to throw up until there was nothing more than bile to bring up. Namjoon was quietly patting yoongi’s back again. This time a little more aggressively. Yoongi couldn’t take it anymore. He was tired , his stomach and throat were aching and he didn’t want his back to hurt too.

“Joon, I know your trying to help , but would you please stop pating my back. Your being a little too rough.” Yoongi says with a tired huff. “ Oh.... uhhh I’m sorry I didn’t know”. “It’s alright joon.” Yoongi hopes he isn’t hurting namjoons feelings but he just couldn’t take it anymore.

-Another time skip -

After a while of siting on the bathroom floor yoongi and Namjoon got some meds for yoongi’s stomach and headed out of the gas station. They managed to make it all the way home without any further incidents.