#sick!bts

Hoseok is woken by the morning sunlight hitting his face. He's typically a morning person who rises with the sun, a strong believer of getting enough vitamin D to start the day.

Today, he grunts and rolls back over, wrapping himself up tightly in his blanket. He doesn't particularly feel like moving today, and since it was their day off, he thinks he deserves the sleep in.

But it feels like he's barely closed his eyes again before his door opens, and Taehyung pops his head in.

“Oh, hyung!” The younger says, sounding surprised. “I didn't expect you to still be sleeping. Jin hyung made pancakes! Come down for breakfast? Everyone's downstairs already.”

He wants to stay asleep, honestly, but it's rare that they have time to enjoy a day off together and Hoseok doesn't want to worry anyone if he doesn't show. He drags the blanket down from over his head and smiles at his dongsaeng. “Sure, Tae bear. Just give me five minutes.”

“Okay!” His door slams close again, making him jump, but he still smiles fondly to himself at the sound of Taehyung’s feet stomping excitedly down the stairs.

Dragging himself out of bed was a difficult task all on its own. Leaving the confines of his blanket and exposing himself to the slight chill in the room instantly makes him shiver, and he contemplates lying to Taehyung and just going straight back to bed. But the more rational part of him argues that he shouldn't disappoint his dongsaeng - a shower could fix it, or at least wake him up more, he hopes; he grabs a towel and heads to the bathroom.

He's so groggy that his head feels floaty and weird while making the short walk to the bathroom, and he's shivering even more by the time he gets there. He recoils a little in shock when he catches sight of himself in the mirror - they all stayed up late last night, sure, but was he that sleep deprived to have such prominent dark circles around his eyes? He’ll take another nap after breakfast, he supposes. Shaking his head, Hoseok steps into the shower and turns on the water, cranking the heat to as high up as he could stand. He leans against the shower wall and tilts his face up against the spray, sighing pleasantly as the hot water sluices over him. He can't shake the chill that's been lingering on his skin since he woke up - and, despite feeling himself literally sweating from the heat in the bathroom, he still feels weirdly cold on the inside.

Still with his back against the wall, Hoseok slides slowly to the floor, wrapping his arms around his knees. He's dizzy and kind of sleepy and the water feels nice and warm against his skin, battling off the cold he's been feeling since morning. He promised Taehyung five minutes, didn't he? He's sure they'll forgive him if he took ten, instead.

He falls unconscious between one blink and the next, far too quickly to register that anything was wrong.

~~~~

Hoseok jolts awake to the sound of loud banging on his door.

“Hobi!” Namjoon yells through the door. “Are you in there? It's been almost half an hour!” When Hoseok takes a beat too long to answer, Namjoon adds, “if you don't answer me in the next 30 seconds, I'm breaking down the door!”

“I'm fine!” Hoseok calls back, alarmed. “I'll be out soon!” Vertigo makes the bathroom walls around him spin when he lifts his head, and he drops it quickly back down between his knees with a soft whimper. Belatedly, he realises the water has run cold, his body starting to shiver of its own accord. He reaches up blindly to turn off the shower, before Namjoon's words register - crap, he doesn't even remember falling asleep; has he been in here for that long already?

“We're done with breakfast - Jin hyung wrapped up some of the pancakes and left them for you in the kitchen. Some of us are going out shopping, do you want us to wait for you?”

“Uh - no, no.” Hoseok stammers. “I'm good, Joonie, thank you.”

Namjoon knocks on the door once as acknowledgement - and in the silence that follows, Hoseok assumes that Namjoon has finally left.

But then he hears a smaller, softer knock, and Namjoon's voice again.

“Hobi? You'd tell us if you weren't feeling alright, wouldn't you? It's just… Tae said you woke up half an hour ago, but you usually don't take that long to come out. We got a little worried.”

“I'm fine, Joon. Really. Don't worry about me.” Hoseok answers, keeping his voice as steady as he can. He hopes the reassurance is enough to appease the younger. The shock of getting woken up was wearing off - but not the dizziness currently making his head spin. He wants to sit here until his head stops spinning, but he doesn't want Namjoon to worry and wait for him until he comes out.

There's a long pause before Namjoon finally says, “Okay, then we'll be heading out first. Jungkook's staying home, so you'll still have some company.”

Hoseok allows himself a small smile at that. As expected of their introverted maknae.

Namjoon finally leaves, and Hoseok keeps his head down between his knees and closes his eyes, waiting for the dizziness to pass. Eventually, he feels well enough - not dizzy, but still lightheaded - to climb to his feet, still shivering, towelling himself off and pulling on dry clothes before emerging from the bathroom.

Towel draped around his neck, he moves towards the kitchen - Jin hyung had left pancakes out for him, hadn't he?

The eldest had also left a glass of cold orange juice out beside the pancakes. Condensation drips down the sides of the glass like a sparkling bead curtain, and Hoseok finds himself transfixed by the glittering droplets. He sits down absentmindedly at the dining table, gaze still caught on the condensation at the sides of the glass. How had he never noticed how fascinating it was? He feels like he could stare at the glass forever…

~~~~

Jungkook walks into the kitchen to find his hyung seated at the dining table, staring fixedly at the glass of now lukewarm orange juice. As Jungkook watches, Hoseok breathes lightly on the glass, gaze intense on the condensation that pools together and runs down the side. The dancer doesn't blink even once through the entire process.

Ooookay. That wasn't concerning in the slightest.

Jungkook approaches him carefully - alarm bells go off in his head when Hoseok doesn’t even react to his presence.

“Um… Hyung. Hyung?” When Hoseok doesn’t respond, Jungkook reaches out to grasp his shoulder; the dancer startles, swivelling around in his chair to face him with wide eyes. Even then, it seems to take the dancer a second to focus before his gaze centres on Jungkook's face. “Kook?”

“Hyung, what are you doing? With how hard you were staring at the juice, I thought for sure you could see the lyrics to Cypher Pt. 5 in there.” Another spike of concern goes through him when Hoseok doesn't laugh at the joke, but only blinks confusedly in response.

“Oh,” Hoseok breathes instead. “Condensation.”

“Condensation?” Jungkook's brow furrows, both in confusion and concern.

Hoseok gestures excitedly at the glass - nearly toppling off the bar stool he's seated on in the process, but Jungkook quickly catches him and rights him again. That was more concerning than anything else he's seen today, given how coordinated his dancer hyung usually is. “Condensation!” Hoseok says, unfazed. “Isn't it pretty?”

“Uh - sure, hyung.” Hoseok beams at him and turns back to staring at the glass, and now Jungkook is starting to get really worried. He'd felt the unnatural heat coming off the other's skin when he'd caught him, and this seemed far worse than what Namjoon hyung had warned him about when he said Hoseokie hyung sounded “a little off” today.

If it's just a fever, though, Jungkook's confident he can handle it, once he's gotten Hoseok to take some medicine first. He eyes the plate of untouched pancakes on the kitchen counter, still cling-wrapped, and gently nudges it in Hoseok's direction. “Hyung, you should eat.” Jungkook cajoles, holding out a fork to him, “You need to have something before taking your medicine.”

“Medicine? For who? Who's sick?” Hoseok asks, confused, and Jungkook just shakes his head with a fond smile. “Nothing, hyung. Eat your pancakes, please? Jin hyung made them.” He's distinctly aware that he's adopted the same tone he uses when talking to his 4 year old niece, but - if it's working, he's not complaining, and Hoseok certainly isn't in the right mind to either.

Hoseok's gaze drops down to the fork Jungkook's holding out, and pouts. “Feed me?”

“Feed… What?” Jungkook blinks, not sure if he's heard wrong. For all that his hyung loves skinship with the members, he's never made such a request from them before.

Hoseok pouts further. “Feed me.” He repeats. His eyes flicker away from the fork, back to the dripping glass of orange juice. “I can't watch the condensation if I eat. It's too distracting.” Jungkook presses his lips together in an effort not to laugh. God, how was his hyung so cute when he was a good 3 years older than him? “Sure, hyung, you can watch the condensation while I feed you.” Jungkook grins, spearing a piece of pancake and holding it up to his hyung's lips. “Open up.”

The dancer opens his mouth obligingly for the pancake and chews without shifting his gaze away once from the juice, cheeks bulging just like his squirrel namesake. Jungkook feels another burst of fondness - and starts surreptitiously filming him with his phone as he feeds Hoseok the pancakes. Not that he had to be subtle about it, since his hyung doesn't even notice; too occupied with his current activity of watching condensation run down the glass. He also doesn't notice when the pancakes are all gone and Jungkook disappears to quickly grab fever reducers from the kitchen cabinet, only turning to him with a small, confused smile when Jungkook sits back beside him and nudges his arm.

“Oh, Kookie, you're here.” Hoseok greets softly. He's looking more tired now, strained around the eyes and the flush even more prominent on his cheeks. “Have you ever noticed how pretty condensation is?”

He is not going to panic. Hobi hyung's just sick, Jungkook reminds himself firmly. “Hyung, can you take these?” He asks urgently, shaking out two pills into Hoseok's hand. When the dancer only blinks blankly at the pills, Jungkook adds, “you can take them with the orange juice, if you want…?”

Abruptly, Hoseok looks like he might cry. “But the condensation will disappear,” he says in a tremulous voice, “I don't want to make it go away.”

Forget panicking, because if he sees his sunshine hyung cry, he knows it will positively break him. “No, it's okay, you don't have to drink the orange juice!” Jungkook yelps. He scrambles back to the kitchen to fill a glass with water, before bringing it back to the table, along with the thermometer he remembered to grab in a moment of inspiration. “Take the pills with this, hyung. You can keep looking at the orange juice all you like.” He nudges Hoseok's palm towards his mouth when the dancer makes no move to eat the pills - thankfully, that action spurs his hyung to finally take the medicine on autopilot, in a way that tells Jungkook that he's not fully conscious of what he's doing. Then, his attention returns again to the glass of orange juice.

Jungkook watches Hoseok watch the condensation; it is worrying, the way Hoseok blinks slow and dazed, the glassy look in his eyes a clear sign that he's not entirely there, and maybe - maybe Jungkook had been a little overconfident in thinking that he could handle this alone.

“Hyung,” Jungkook starts tentatively, only continuing once Hoseok has turned his hazy gaze towards him. “Should we go to the clinic…? I can drive you.”

Hoseok stares at him for nearly a full minute. Then, wordlessly and with a grace that had been missing earlier, he slides smoothly off the bar stool and makes his way towards the front door - only pausing to grab the TV remote from the living room, for some indiscernible reason.

“Wha- hyung! Where are you going?” Jungkook calls, scrambling off his own stool in a panic to follow after him. Hoseok doesn't seem to hear him, striding confidently without pause to the parking lot right outside… Where he holds the TV remote towards the car and presses the power button repeatedly. Jungkook skids to a stop beside him, a little in disbelief.

“Don't worry about it. Hyung can drive.” Hoseok mumbles absently. He's jabbing repeatedly at the TV remote, looking clearly frustrated at how the car isn't unlocking. Jungkook winces at each vicious stab of the TV remote, vividly imagining their TV inside turning on and off in bursts of static, and hoping that Jin hyung will find the electricity bill this month funny after he's gotten over the anger and worry from the delirious dancer's actions.

And speaking of finding this funny… Despite his growing concern, there's no way Jungkook is missing the opportunity to get this on video.

“Hyung, what are you doing?” Jungkook asks, grinning cheekily, phone out and camera turned towards his hyung.

“Driving you.” Hoseok answers blithely. He clearly doesn't notice the camera at all. A little frown marrs his features, as he continues to press irritably on the TV remote. “As soon as I can get this stupid car to unlock…”

Jungkook giggles. “And what are you unlocking the car with, hyung?”

“The keys, obviously!” Comes the frustrated reply. “Why are you even asking… Oh.” Hoseok’s gaze finally zeroes in on the TV remote in his hand. Without any warning, he drops the remote with a clatter, uncaring of where it lands, and starts walking towards the back of the house, where Jungkook knows the actual car keys are kept in a bowl on a cabinet beside the door.

Oh, hell no. Jin hyung would kill him if he actually let Hobi hyung drive in this state.

Ending the video in a panic, Jungkook quickly grabs Hoseok by the wrist, tugging him back around into a hug. This close, heat practically radiates off his hyung, and Jungkook fervently prays for the fever reducers he gave Hoseok earlier to kick in as soon as possible.

“Jungkookie…? What are you doing?” Hoseok squirms a little in Jungkook’s hold. “Let go of me, hyung has to get the car keys to drive you.”

With Hoseok’s current insistence on driving (and Jungkook is pretty sure he doesn’t even know where he wants to go), Jungkook’s not too certain that he can keep his delirious hyung from putting his hands on the wheel if they were to drive to the clinic right now.

“I changed my mind, hyung.” Jungkook says. “Can we take a nap instead?”

When Hoseok looks ready to argue, Jungkook pulls out the big guns. “Hyung, I'm really tired.” Jungkook looks up at Hoseok with his best puppy eyes. “Can we nap? Please?”

As expected, Hoseok's entire posture immediately softens, one hand coming up to pet Jungkook's hair. “Yeah, of course we can, Kookie.”

He lets Jungkook take his hand and lead him back towards the house, but not before adding, “hyung can still drive you later if you want.” Jungkook laughs.

“Sure, hyung.”

~~~~~

Hours later, Jungkook is woken up by someone roughly shoving at his shoulder. “Kookie. Kookie, get up quick.” Someone whispers frantically. It takes him a minute to place the voice as Jin hyung's, and the slight panic in it is enough to wake him fully, as Jungkook's eyes snap open. The eldest is standing over him, one hand on his shoulder, while Namjoon tries to pry Hoseok out of Jungkook's vice-like grip.

“Hyung?” Jungkook says, his tongue still feeling too thick and sleep-heavy to form syllables. Then he abruptly realises that his dancer hyung's limp body feels blisteringly hot against his, face flushed and sweaty, and is entirely unresponsive to Namjoon's rough tugging. Jungkook's heart leaps into his throat. “H-Hobi hyung?”

“He needs a cold bath.” Seokjin answers. “Sejin hyung is on his way over - he's bringing Hoseok-ah to the hospital once he's here.”

“Hospital? Why does he need - did I -” Jungkook stumbles over his words as he struggles to make sense of the situation, panic rising as he watches Namjoon bundle up Hoseok's dead weight and carry him to the bathroom.

“You didn't do anything wrong, baby.” Seokjin quickly soothes, carding his hand once through Jungkook's hair. “His fever spiked while you both were asleep. We came home early to check on you guys and found him like this, so we called Sejin hyung for help.”

Guilt eats at him anyway - how had he not woken up when Hobi hyung’s condition took a turn for the worse? - but Seokjin leaves him no time to argue as he grabs clothes and a towel and strides quickly out of the bedroom, leaving Jungkook to stumble after him in a worried haze.

They reach the bathroom to find Namjoon and Yoongi helping Hoseok to remove his clothes, while Taehyung and Jimin hover worriedly at the door. The dancer's eyes are open into slits as he rests his head tiredly against Yoongi's shoulder, but it's clear from the glassy look in them that he's still not fully lucid.

Namjoon makes his way over to them when he spots Seokjin. “I filled the tub with cold water, not freezing, like you asked.” The leader murmurs quietly, then shakes his head. “Seok is going to hate this.”

“I know. We'll try to keep him in the bath for as short a time as possible. Just until we can get his temperature down a little.” Seokjin's lips are pinched in a thin line.

Expression grim, Namjoon goes to pick Hoseok up again - the dancer's head falls limply against his shoulder, a soft whimper escaping his throat. “Shh, you're fine.” Namjoon presses a light kiss into his hair. “We're just giving you a quick bath, okay?” Seokjin moves to kneel beside the tub, a washcloth in hand, just as Namjoon slowly lowers Hoseok into the water.

“NO!” Jungkook flinches when Hoseok suddenly screams, seemingly lucid again, and flails violently to get out of Namjoon's hold. Namjoon and Seokjin both move quickly to hold him down; Hoseok struggles against them for a few more seconds before his burst of adrenaline deserts him, and falls limp against them. He's trembling lightly, fingers weakly grasping at Seokjin's sleeve as he whimpers, “Cold… P-please, hyung, it's cold.”

“It's just for a while, baby.” Seokjin soothes, desperate, only the slight shake in his voice betraying the heartbreak he feels, as he wets the washcloth in the water and runs it gently across Hoseok's back. He hates seeing his members in distress, and Hoseok being in this state has him close to breaking his composure. “We just need to get your fever down. Bear with it for me, sweetheart.”

Hoseok whimpers another time, but falls silent, body continuing to tremble violently while Seokjin and Namjoon run cool washcloths over him.

Jungkook is still standing at the doorway, frozen - not that his fellow maknaes were doing any better, Taehyung and Jimin both meeting his gaze with identical expressions of worry. It wasn't often that their members fell ill like this, and Seokjin’s earlier mention of “hospital” have them all scared for their hyung.

“He'll be okay.” The three startle, glancing towards Yoongi, who had walked up beside them unnoticed. The second oldest regards their worried expressions with a fond smile, and adds, “We've been through worse, haven't we? Don't worry yourselves too much.” His phone chimes with a message just then, Yoongi glancing down to check the screen. “Sejin hyung just got here. Will you three head down to let him in?”

Downstairs, Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin open the door to a frazzled-looking Sejin. When he sees them, he scrubs a hand through his uncombed hair and schools his concerned expression into a slightly strained smile. “How is Hoseok?”

“He… seems pretty sick,” Jimin answers, worrying his lip between his teeth, the three of them stepping back to let their manager in.

When they head back upstairs to the bathroom, Jungkook is relieved to see that Hobi hyung was more alert now, blinking tiredly as he sits upright in the bath, knees drawn up to his chest. He's shivering less, face less flushed than before. Sejin waits respectfully outside with his back to the door, giving them time to get Hoseok dressed.

“His fever's down, but not by much.” Seokjin calls out when he sees them. “38.9 degrees. A visit to the hospital will still do him good, I think.” Hoseok remains completely silent, Jungkook notes with worry.

Seokjin notices - of course he notices, attuned as he always is to his member's moods no matter the situation - and shoots Jungkook a reassuring smile. “Don't worry, Kook-ah. Hobi's just exhausted from the fever, poor thing.” He runs a gentle hand through Hoseok's hair, and the dancer leans into his palm, sighing softly. “He'll be right as rain once Sejin hyung takes him to the hospital.”

And the thing is - Jungkook's way past the age where simple words were enough to convince him that everything would be fine, yet Seokjin's words still manage to ease some of the panic eating at him.

Jungkook steps forward to help Hoseok out of the bathtub; with one of his hyung's arms around his shoulders, Jungkook almost carries Hoseok's entire weight as he helps him stumble out on shaky legs and onto the closed toilet seat, where Seokjin dries him quickly with a towel, and Taehyung and Jimin - eager to make themselves helpful - ease him gently into a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Thank you.” Hoseok mumbles in a cracked whisper, voice thin.

Seokjin pauses his drying of Hoseok’s hair to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You never need to thank us, baby. We'll always take care of you.”

~~~~

One day later

“You're kidding.” Hoseok croaks from his hospital bed.

“Nope!” Jungkook chirps, gleefully. “Look, hyung, I have video evidence and everything.” His phone screen is paused on a scene of Hoseok mid-stride towards the house, the TV remote just visible on the ground in one corner of the screen, the video blurry from Jungkook ending the video mid-run to stop his hyung from getting to the actual car keys.

“But - the TV remote?” Hoseok says, aghast. “I don't even remember doing that!”

“Well… You were pretty out of it.” Jungkook bites his bottom lip, expression growing slightly sombre as he recalls yesterday's events. “It was really scary, hyung. It's like you were talking to yourself most of the time.”

Hoseok glances to his left when the hand draped loosely around his wrist tightens; Yoongi meets his gaze, expression equally serious.

The members are gathered around him in various positions around the room; Jungkook is on a chair beside his bed, Yoongi is squeezed into the other half of the bed beside Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung are asleep on the sofa at the side of the room. Two other chairs facing the bed are vacant, Seokjin and Namjoon having recently left the room to get drinks for the rest.

“You scared all of us, not just Jungkookie.” The older rapper says, soft and grave.

“Sorry, hyung.” Hoseok whispers back, guilt feeling thick on his tongue when he swallows. His gaze cuts back to Jungkook, now worrying his lip ring between his teeth. “And I'm sorry, Kookie. You shouldn't have had to see that.”

“Shouldn't have to see what?” Jin nudges the door open with his shoulder, two cups of hot coffee in his hands, Namjoon just behind him holding the same. Jungkook quickly stands to hold the door open for them, Seokjin giving him a kiss on the cheek in thanks as he hands him one cup.

“Seok-ah being delirious and silly while his brain was getting cooked by the fever.” Yoongi answers. Seokjin looks over in time to catch the guilty expression on Hoseok's face. He hands the other cup of coffee to Yoongi, who scoots up enough on the bed that Seokjin can lean over and pepper kisses all over his dongsaeng's face, smiling when Hoseok finally giggles, tickled by the butterfly kisses.

“Don't worry, Yoongi-ah. I'm sure this experience has taught Hobi to be more honest with us, at the very least to avoid more embarrassing videos making their way into Kook's b-roll.” Behind Seokjin, Jungkook makes a peace sign at Hoseok, grinning impishly. The subtle warning in the eldest's words was not lost on him, however, and Hoseok gives Seokjin a nervous smile.

“You will tell us the minute you feel unwell in the future, won't you baby? No more hiding things from us?” Seokjin presses - but his attention is pulled away when Jungkook makes a funny-sounding snort. “Kook..?”

“Nothing, nothing - it's just, I know how to tell when Hobi hyung has a fever now.” Jungkook says, lips twitching, clearly fighting laughter. Hoseok and Seokjin turn quizzical gazes onto the maknae.

A mischievous grin spreads across Jungkook's face. “Just ask him how he feels about condensation.”

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Jungkook's stomach was rolling, nausea licked the back of his throat. He felt shaky and cold, but he felt sweat on his forehead. He was curled up in his bed. He'd lost track of the time, but it was an ungodly hour in the morning. He hugged his aching and cramping, upset middle. He jammed a fist to his mouth when a wet hiccup escaped him. He'd been tossing and turning but also tried laying as still as a stick, but sleep wouldn't come.

It took all his energy and will not to throw up as soon as he was upright. He saw Namjoon asleep and snoring on the bed across his, but he made his way to his hyung's room— Seokjin's room. He always knew what to do, and Jungkook felt great warmth and comfort when with him.

"J-Jin-hyung.." Jungkook felt like a child waking up his mother as he shook Jin's body. "Urg- Jungkook?" It took Seokjin a few blinks to realise the state of his dongsaeng. He saw the arm hugging his middle and his hunched over figure. He was sitting up in an instant. "Jungkook-ah? What's wrong?" Seokjin asked. Another hiccup almost sent Jungkook to his hands and knees.

"I don't f-feel good, hyung." Jungkook replies. "Awe, ahgi, is it your stomach?" Seokjin asks in a tender voice. Getting a stiff nod in return. "Okay baby, let's go to the bathroom, it sounds like you need to be sick." Seokjin gets up, wrapping an arm around Jungkook and guiding him to the bathroom.

Seokjin flicked the bathroom light on and lowerd the younger in front of the toilet. With the light he could see how pale and sweaty Jungkook looked. "Poor Kook.." Seokjin muttered, moving Jungkook's hair out his face and tying a mini ponytail.

Jungkook gripped his stomach but an intense cramp made him grab Seokjin's hand in alarm. "H-hyung-" Jungkook whimpered, "yes bunny? I'm here, let it out, it's okay." Seokjin says, rubbing up and down the maknae's back.

Jungkook makes a distressed noise before lurching with a gag, heaving up partially digested food. Seokjin can't remember the last time Jungkook has gotten this sick— Jungkook never gets sick.

Yoongi hears noises coming from the bathroom— vomiting noises. He walks into the bathroom and he doesn't know who or what he expected to be in there but it certainly wasn't Jungkook throwing up in the toilet. "Is he okay?" Yoongi asks Seokjin, concern written all over the rappers face.

"I think so." Seokjin gives the best answer possible without lying. The second oldest leaves the bathroom with a nod but comes back with water, a thermometer and a few small towels. Yoongi wets a towel and puts it at the back of Jungkook's neck, who hadn't even realised Yoongi was there and jumped at the touch, sending his stomach into a fit of cramps.

"Sorry Kook-ah, I didn't mean to scare you." Yoongi rubs the latter's back. Jungkook whimpers before a full crying session breaks out. "Aw Kook, you really don't feel good huh?" Seokjin says, pulling Jungkook closer and into his chest.

Seokjin and Yoongi share a look, "don't worry, go back to bed Yoongi-ah." Seokjin says and the rapper nods in understanding. "Okay, wake me up if you need help." Yoongi replies before walking out of the bathroom.

Yoongi sneaks in a quick heating pad into the bathroom shortly after and Seokjin smiles as a silent thanks. Seokjin tries gently to move Jungkook's arms away from his stomach but the boy just cries more. "Baby, come on, you'll feel better just wait." Jungkook gives in and moves his arms from the sensitive area.

Seokjin is quick to place the heating pad under Jungkook's shirt and hold it in place. Jungkook is a pile of limbs in Seokjin's arms. Now that Seokjin's hand on the heat pad has replaced his arms Jungkook wraps his arms around Seokjin, clinging to him desperately.

Jimin, who was playing video games heard Yoongi getting the heat pad and stuck his head out of his room. He saw Yoongi take it into his and Seokjin's room, they only used it when one of them had an injury or aching muscles. Concerned, the dancer followed after a few minutes of contemplating.

Jimin walked into his two oldest hyung's bedroom, he saw Yoongi laying on his bed and Seokjin's empty one but the bathroom light flicked on and muffled noises coming from it. Jimin walked into the bathroom.

Jimin was greeted with the sight of Seokjin and his youngest dongsaeng on the bathroom floor, one of them crying into the others shoulder. Jimin joined their little huddle. "Jin-hyung? What's wrong with Jungkookie?" Jimin was beyond worried because Jungkook isn't the type to cry often.

"Kookie's not feeling well, his tummy is a bit upset right now." Seokjin said, rubbing the maknae's back who gave a light hum. "Jungkookie.." Jimin said with a pout, hugging him and planting a kiss in his hair. It makes sense now, the heat pad and the foul smell, Jungkook's been sick.

Jimin spots a glass of water and grabs it, "have some water baby, you need to stay hydrated." Jimin holds the glass out for Jungkook, who's still very pale. "I-I can't." Jungkook shakes his head. "Please? Just a few sips to make hyung happy." Seokjin says and Jungkook nods eventually.

Jimin helps Jungkook take a few sips of water by holding the glass to his lips. Jungkook gets half the glass down at Jimin doing a little dance for him, but now he feels more nauseous and crampy. "Hyung it really hurts." Jungkook clings to his stomach. Jimin and Seokjin aren't sure who he was talking to but both of them whispered soft reassurances.

Jungkook leans his head to the side on Seokjin's shoulder, breathing in and out slowly. Seokjin holds Jungkook while Jimin tentively rubs his back, Jungkook jolts with hiccups every now and then and swallows with a grimace after each one.

A wet hiccup prompts Jungkook to move back to the toilet bowl, he hugs his stomach with one arm and holds onto the toilet with the other. Jimin pats his back and some of the water comes right back up and into the toilet with a gag. "Aish, you're really sick." Seokjin mutters, rubbing Jungkook's back.

Jungkook heaves up more water and tears come to his eyes. He let's out an involuntary whine and Jimin's eyes grow with more worry. "Kookie.." Jimin says, moving Jungkook's hair and wipping his tears with his sleeve.

Jungkook can't keep his eyes open as Jimin and Seokjin get into bed with him, Jimin spoons him from the back. Jungkook guides Jimin's hands to rub his stomach and Seokjin plays with his hair. With the loving touches Jungkook is finally asleep.

Jungkook coughs into the toilet bowl and Seokjin pats his back. "Jungkookie, let's go to bed, you're empty." Seokjin says and Jungkook moans in response. Jimin and Seokjin make a team effort in lifting Jungkook up from the floor. They guide him to Seokjin's bed and Jimin leaves to grab a bowl in case Jungkook needs to be sick again.

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Taehyung wakes up at the smell of Seokjin's cooking, "hyunngg it smells so good." Taehyung puts his face into Seokjin's back, who's making eggs. "Morning Taehyungie, could you please check on Jungkook, he's in my room. He's had a rough night." Seokjin asks and the runner up maknae leaves to do as asked.

Taehyung thought Seokjin was a little more ancy than usual and Jimin had a weird look on his face, a stressed or worried one. But now he definitely knows somethings not right, he spots their designated 'puke bowl' on the bedside table of the bed Jungkook's in.

"Jungkookie?" He spots the boy tucked under the covers and Jimin with his arms wrapped around the younger. Jungkook's pale face and dishevelled hair is evidence to how his night went, as Seokjin said. Taehyung desides to wake up Jimin, gently shaking his shoulder. "Hyung, wake up." Jimin wakes up very quickly, "Huh?" Jimin is quick to look beside him and is glad when he sees Jungkook's still asleep.

"Taehyungie?" Jimin looks at his fellow 95 liner. "What happened with Jungkookie?" Taehyung has a concerned pout on. "Ah.. yeah, poor Kookie had a really bad night. He went to Jin-hyung's room, I don't really know what happened there but I found both of them on the bathroom floor. Kookie was crying and he looked to be in a fair bit of pain, he threw up twice but him and hyung were in there for at least an hour." Jimin explained and Taehyung was super worried for his only dongsaeng.

Speaking of the sickie, he woke up from the light talking of the other two maknaes, he automatically recognised the churning of his stomach and he tried not to give into a fit of dry heaves. Taehyung was the first to notice Jungkook waking up. "Jungkook-ah? How're you feeling?" Taehyung asked and Jimin turned imidiantly to look at the youngest when Taehyung started talking to him.

Jungkook grabs the bowl, Jimin and Taehyung help him into a sitting position. Jungkook hugs the bowl, Jimin keeps his hair out of the way and Taehyung is gently patting his back. Jungkook whimpers before gagging into the bowl, Jimin moves a hand to Jungkook's stomach and massages the upset organ.

Jimin saw the horribly familiar pale, sick face and brought the bowl over. Taehyung sat on the opposite side to Jungkook, rubbing his back. "Are you still feeling sick ahgi?" Jimin asks in a sweet voice although he's not pleased with the nod he gets from Jungkook.

Jungkook heaves up a small stream of bile, nothing else because he already threw everything up during the night. Taehyung feels so bad for Jungkook, it must be horrible to wake up and feel so sick. "Let it out bunny, you're doing great." Jimin's voice seems a lot calmer than Taehyung.

Jungkook dry heaves over the bowl and Jimin's eyebrows pull together. "You're empty Kook, relax." Jimin holds one of Jungkook's hands and runs his thumb over his knuckles.

Hoseok walks into the bedroom when Taehyung and Jimin are coaxing Jungkook through his breathing, who's still holding the sick bowl close to his chest. Hoseok's natural happy face is wipped off in seconds, replaced with worry for the youngest.

"Kookie? Jiminie, Taehyungie? What's going on?" Hoseok walks over to the three, sitting on the bed, right in front of Jungkook, taking in his pale features. "Jungkookie is sick.. has been since last night." Taehyung replies and Hoseok makes a sad face, "poor Kookie.." Hoseok strokes the maknae's hair.

"All done bunny?" Jimin asks Jungkook, who has stopped retching. He gets a stiff nod and moves the bowl onto the other bedside table. Hoseok moves closer to Jungkook and takes him into an embrace, the younger completely melting under his touch.

Jungkook feels all the love and smiles, clinging tighter. They probably won't be moving for a while.

He came back to the party and found hoseok pouring himself a drink. Namjoon was also there. Talking loudly into hoseok's ear every now and then. Jin approached them. " hey guys? , I think I'm gonna have to go for the night, I think I have a stomach ache and I'm really really tired." Jin says. " ahhh, well it was really nice having you hyung." hobi says hugging jin with one hand and holding his glass with the other. Namjoon hugged him as well and told him goodbye. Jin had no energy left at all. He slowly shuffled down the hall to the elevator. The elevator's movement jostling his stomach was something he really didn't need right now. He had to keep it together. He called up his shofar while he wait for the elevator to The last floor. A slightly intoxicated namjoon whispers to hoseok, "hyungs probably just bored, since this isn't really his thing. and he probably really is tired from working on his solo music." namjoon yells into hosoeks ear over the loud music. " your probably right, hyung should get some rest." hoseok yells. The two go back to partying. The ride home was awful. His stomach lower was giving him signals that he should really get to a bathroom. The nausea was also starting to amp back up. Once he's home he burst threw his door after unlocking it as fast as he could. Once he got in he went straight for his sink. Nausea came back super quick. He threw up alittle bit in his sink. Jin rested his head on the side of the sink as he tried to catch his breath. He felt a rumble, and his tummy made a weird, loud noise. He wishes he could rest in one place longer but his stomach was telling him he needs to move. He ran for his guest bathroom, knowing he wouldn't make it any further than that. A powerful surge came as soon as he sat down. He holds both arms against his middle. He stayed that way until it tapered off. His nausea never really went away so as soon as he was finished, he had to switch right back and forth. He kept going back and forth between sitting and hovering. But after a while, his lower stomach stopped hurting so much. Leaving him vomiting for the rest of the night. Throwing up so much left his head hurting. The nice clothes he had picked out for the party were now drenched in sweat and vomit. He'd rest his head on the floor for a while, he'd feel that painful familiar feeling in his stomach and he'd have to get up and throw his head back over the toilet. At some point, late in the morning hours After retching up air and spitting, he felt his body sway back and forth and his vision went dark. He doesn't recall anything happening after that. What he does remember is Hoseok coming in at some point and shaking him before he lost consciousness again. He regains full consciousness when he's in a moving car. His body lay awkward in the passenger's seat as he see hoseok driving fast. It was disorienting to go from being in a bathroom to a fast-moving car and not knowing what happened in between. Once he could get his eyes to focus on the things in fronts of him like the car's vents blowing cool air onto him and the windows he tries speaking up. He asks hoseok what was happening and hoseok explains that there going to a hospital. Jin was feeling awful so he didn't ask any more questions. He felt terrible everything hurt, and his stomach was nauseous and painfully empty.

Hoseok pov

The party is early in the morning. Everyone had gone home and with the help of some sober members and staff they cleaned up the place a He thought about going home and geting some sleep but he remembered Jin and how he went home earlier, he said he was tired but hoseok could remember something about his stomach ache. He figured he'd check up on him, he hoped that he'd be well rested and feeling better but he was greeted by silents when he knocked on jin's door. He shot him a few text messages and even tried to call him a few times. He began to get worried so he went back to his car and grabbed the key jin gave him in case of emergency. He opened up and he saw Jin's stuff on the floor and a horrible smell coming from the sink. " HYUNG?" he yells out. Still no response. He began searching around the house, and he stumbled upon the guest bathroom with the door cracked open. He peeked inside. He sees his hyung layout on the floor in an awkward position. "hyung!" He gets closer and tries to shake the older man awake. It does work. He tries yelling and shaking him. Jin's eyes opened for a split second and then they closed again. At least he knows he's alive he thinks. jin gave hoseok quite a scare. "I'm taking you to the hospital hyung!" hoseok yells. He tries lifting the other man. It's hard to get him up at first. He feels like dead weight when hoseok lifts him. He manages to get him. He stumbles out of the house with his hyung in his grasp and he places his hyung into the passenger seat of his car. Closing the door, but not before strapping him in.

End POV

Now that Jin was fully awake, he was not having a good time. his body was tourchering him. His stomach was in a knot, and he was feeling nauseous, and disoriented. Jin mention that he started feeling nauseous and hoseok pulled over the car and stopped for a bit so he could get a break. " Thanks, I just need this nausea to pass for a moment," jin says, shakily holding onto the car's exterior handle. Hosoek helps him step out of the car to get some fresh air. " It's ok hyung, but as soon as you're ready to go let me know, we need to get you to a hospital to make sure you are ok. Jin could not respond he felt a gag come up his throat. It took him by surprise. He scare the daylights out of hoseok who jumped back and asked him if he was alright. The gag wasn't productive. hoseok was quite thankful for that. after a short while, they got back in and drove off. this time the ride wasn't so long. they made it to the hospital and Jin was checked in. They got him to a bed in an open space, checked him out, and asked about his symptoms and what had happened. hoseok finds out about how Jin was sick at the party and how he had been up all night puking and dealing with the runs. The doctor and nurse explained that it was most likely due to dehydration and exertion that he passed out. They also discovered that he had a bad case of food poisoning which caused him to have such a ruff night. They check his temp and his blood pressure and they put him on Iv for his dehydration. Hoseok gives him company and snacks while they wait for the results of a few more tests. After an hour of having Iv fluids, Hoseok notices that Jin is looking a lot better. He's not sure if he's feeling much better because he has yet to tell a dad joke but hoseok's hoping that he is and that he's just too tired to joke. Jin rested for a bit while being on the iv fluids. After being on it for a total of three hours straight, he was given positive results and discharged to rest at home.

The pain in Jin's stomach was still present but at least now he wasn't so weak and shaky. The pain was bearable now. Hoseok takes his hyung back home. Hosoek felt like his hyung wasn't well enough to be home alone so he stayed at Seokjin's house, keeping him company. Jin would rest for a little bit then he'd wake up and watch a movie with hoseok or eat lunch and then fall back asleep for another nap. Having hoseok there when he woke up every time jin would fall asleep made him feel safe, and relaxed allowing him to get the rest he needed.

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The moment Yoongi opened his eyes, he could tell he was in for a miserable day. As soon as he was semi-conscious, he was hit with nearly a dozen inexplicable symptoms that hadn’t been there the night before. His head throbbed, his throat burned, his stomach flipped, his nose ran, and his body shook from chills. It came from absolutely nowhere. He felt perfectly fine when he went to bed last night. Now he could hardly breath without wheezing, and he felt the ever-present and unpleasant tickling sensation of a sneeze in his endlessly dripping nose. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this sick. This was the end; he was going to die a sick, miserable mess.

He cleared the fog in his mind just enough to think about what the day had in store for him. Or rather, what the day used to have in store for him. He’d already decided that he would do absolutely none of it. What day of the week was it? He sort of remembered that yesterday was Friday. Saturday comes after Friday. And on Saturday Yoongi didn’t have any classes. Yoongi thanked his lucky stars that he’d caught this bug on a weekend. He couldn’t afford to miss any more lectures. His grades were barely just passing as it was. He’d have to fix that before the end of the semester.

Okay, so no classes. Work? He usually worked on weekends. The pizzeria was always busy on weekends, so many people ordered delivery instead of cooking a meal for themselves. His boss would definitely give him a hard time if he had to call off, but there was no way he could (or should) handle food in his condition. He typically got one weekend off a month. Was this that weekend? As he reached for his phone on his bedside table, he prayed that this was his free weekend.

Opening up his calendar app, he let out a sigh of relief (followed by a miserable bout of grating, dry coughs) when he didn’t see a purple dot on today’s date. The only marking on the day was a blue dot. Purple dots meant he had a shift. Blue dots meant he had plans with Hoseok.

Realization hit Yoongi like a truck. Fuck. It was date night. And not just the usual casual stay-at-home dinner date night. It was a date night extravaganza. A date night that would put every other date night in the history of date nights to shame - Hoseok’s words exactly. First dinner at a super fancy French restaurant. Hoseok made those reservations at least 2 months ago. Then a movie, a new release of course. Then frozen yogurt with all the fix-ins and a night of stargazing out in the middle of nowhere where no light pollution would prevent them naming every visible constellation. Falling asleep under the stars without a care in the world. Then they would wake up whenever and Yoongi would take them home, Hoseok hugging him tight from the back seat of his motorcycle. A date night that would go down in the history books. A date night their kids would talk about, and their kid’s kids after that.

And he had to cancel. Yoongi was convinced he couldn’t even make it out of bed without killing over, let alone get through a whole night's worth of activities. Hoseok would be upset, sure. Disappointed, perhaps. But he wouldn’t be angry. Yoongi hoped he would understand. He really wanted to spend the night with Hoseok; but he also wanted to be healthy enough to enjoy it. So with a guilty conscience weighing down on him, he dialed his boyfriend.

Hoseok’s phone rang twice before he answered. “Well, aren’t you up early this morning.” Yoongi could tell there was a wide smile spread across Hoseok’s face as he spoke. He was always so cheery in the mornings.

Yoongi swallowed, scrunching his face at the pain that the action caused. “Hoseokie,” His voice felt like sandpaper scraping against his raw throat. But somehow, he forced the word through. And it only sounded slightly congested. It could have easily been confused with the grogginess of just waking up.

Which was exactly what Hoseok must have done, because he was quick to sternly cut Yoongi off. “Don’t. Okay. No. I’m gonna stop you right there. Don’t say my name like that. Don’t ‘Hoseokie’ me with your pity voice. You always do that when you have bad news. You can’t have any bad news today. You can’t do this to me today. You hear me,” Hoseok’s voice was no longer pleasant and cheery. “You’ve canceled the last four date nights we’ve planned.”

Yoongi hadn’t realized that. But as he thought about it, he started to remember all the phone calls he made to Hoseok letting him know at the last minute that he had to cancel. But it was always for a good reason. Well, valid reason. There was no such thing as a good reason to cancel a date. The first time he had to pick up an extra shift at the pizzeria; the second time he had to make up a lab for his biology class; the third time he had to travel out of town for his brother; and the last time he had to cancel to get his bike repaired.

Yoongi’s heart nearly shattered in his chest when he realized Hoseok was absolutely right. Yoongi had made a recent habit of canceling their date nights, apparently a very bad habit. He could only imagine how Hoseok must have been feeling about their relationship after so many canceled dates. He must have felt pretty expendable.

Hoseok’s voice interrupted his train of thought, “If you don’t like hanging out with me, just break up with me. It’d be easier.” Yoongi swore he heard a whimper.

Yoongi’s heart sank and he cringed at the sound of his worst fear coming to life. He didn’t even want to imagine what his life would be like without Hoseok in it. It would be like living without oxygen, without water, without sunshine. He wouldn’t have it. He wouldn’t let some flu ruin his relationship with Hoseok. The thought of losing the best thing that ever happened to him made him feel sicker than any bug ever could. “I’m not calling to cancel.” Maybe by a rush of adrenaline or just by pure luck, his voice managed to sound pretty close to healthy. He heard an obvious sigh of relief on the other end of the line. He would probably pay for it later, but Yoongi was sure he was doing the right thing. “I’m sorry I’ve canceled so many times before. I didn’t know you felt that way. I never want to make you feel like that.”

“It’s alright. I mean, I understand that your life is busy. I’m sorry for throwing that tantrum just now.” Hoseok let out an embarrassed giggle, “I’m just really excited for tonight. It’s been so long since we’ve been able to have a night out.” The ear-to-ear grin was back in Hoseok’s voice. Yoongi had never been more pleased to hear it.

“Me too,” Yoongi turned his head away to cough, covering his phone’s microphone with his palm.

Hoseok continued to go on and on about how much he had been anticipating their date. The fancy wine he wanted to order at the restaurant, the all star cast of the movie they would see, the new dairy-free flavor at the yogurt shop. Yoongi listened in near silence, clearing his throat and sniffling discretely. Suddenly, Hoseok cut himself off with a small gasp of realization. “Sorry, I’m rambling. You called me,” Hoseok reminded himself, “What was that about?”

Yoongi realized his lie may be catching up to him quicker than he anticipated. Because he did call to cancel. There was no other reason. And his head was pounding too much for him to come up with another lie to cover his tracks. This call had gone on for too long. He wanted to go back to sleep. He quickly blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I miss you. I just really wanted to hear your voice.” Not exactly a lie; he hoped Hoseok wouldn’t put too much thought into it and just take the out-of-character sappy compliment.

Yoongi could practically hear the blood rushing to Hoseok’s cheeks on the other end of the line as he fumbled for words, “You big dumb idiot charmer.” Hoseok giggled with no malice, “Why do you go and say things like that.”

Yoongi laughed back, turning away to sneeze, “What, you don’t like it when I say stuff like that.”

“Always say stuff like that,” Hoseok deadpanned.

Yoongi hummed in affirmation, “Maybe I will.” His burst of fear induced energy was quickly draining and he knew he had to come up with an excuse to get off the phone. He could only mask the symptoms for so long. He wiped his running nose on his t-shirt sleeve. He really needed to blow it. Once again, he spouted the first thing that came to mind. “Alright, I need to get some homework done before tonight. I’ll see you later?”

“Okay, aegiya. See you at 5. I love you.” Hoseok replied.

“I love you too.” Yoongi returned the sentiment before quickly hanging up and burrowing himself deep under his covers.

Lying to Hoseok was so physically and mentally draining.

But Yoongi was now determined to squash this flu by the evening. He took a pharmacy’s worth of different medicine. Some pills for the pulsating headache, a gross purple syrup for the hacking cough, a cool patch for the prickling fever, and antacid tablets for the bubbling nausea. And after he was effectively medicated, he set an alarm on his phone for 3:45 and laid back down in his bed. Whatever this bug was, he had about six hours to kick it out of his system.

He awoke hours later to the sound of his alarm reminding him that his date with Hoseok was only slightly over an hour away. Yoongi gasped awake, realizing that a) he still felt like complete shit despite his previous medicine frenzy and b) he should have given himself more time to prepare. Hoseok’s apartment was a 20 minute ride away. That left him with barely 30 minutes to shower, dress, and remedicate. Yoongi decided that he might not have time to remedicate. He might have to just make due.

In the shower, he thought about all the symptoms that might give him away. He couldn’t hold Hoseok’s hand because he might notice how unnaturally sweaty Yoongi's hands would be. He would have to suppress every cough, sneeze, and sniffle that might want to make its way out. He would obviously have to eat something at dinner, despite the way his throat burned when he swallowed and the looming nausea that would likely erupt if he tried to consume anything. Yoongi could count dozens of things that could give him away.

In reality, Yoongi would consider himself the luckiest man in the world if he made it through the date. Hell, he’d be lucky just to make it through dinner. He knew Hoseok was observant. Hoseok had a way of reading Yoongi in a way that no one else could. It was both endearing and a bit frightening. Sometimes Yoongi felt that Hoseok knew him better than he knew himself.

Yoongi finished getting ready with just enough time to ride to Hoseok’s apartment complex. As he mounted his bike, he started to realize that this was not a great idea. With his mind as it was and the chills that coursed through his body, he knew it wasn’t really safe for him to be riding. Especially twenty minutes on the highway. But he emptied out all the energy reserves he had and pulled out of his parking spot. He was doing this for Hoseok. It was all for Hoseok. He kept Hoseok’s cheerful grin in his mind as he made his way over.

Fortunately, he made it without any major problems. The route to Hoseok’s apartment was muscle memory for him at this point. He did have to stifle a handful of painful sneezes just to keep himself in his lane. But overall a simple ride. But he resolved that Hoseok would be driving them to their next destination. And every destination thereafter.

Yoongi managed to make it up the stairs to Hoseok’s fifth floor apartment, coughing and wheezing and cursing the building maintenance for not fixing the elevator as he knocked on the door. Hoseok quickly pulled it open. His signature infectious smile dropped into a shocked frown and his brows quickly furrowed at the sight of Yoongi. The older was hunched over, hands pressed against his knees to keep his balance and hacking like his lungs needed immediate ejection from his chest. He guided Yoongi inside, rubbing his back as he continued to cough mercilessly.

Hoseok ushered Yoongi onto the couch, where he could sit and be more comfortable as he rode out the rest of the fit. As the coughing continued, Hoseok left to get a glass of water for Yoongi. He was sure the older man would need it. He waited until Yoongi finished to say anything. In the meantime, Hoseok pressed the back of his hand to Yoongi's forehead and tousled his sweaty hair. It wasn’t unusual for Yoongi’s hair to be a little damp after a ride, but this was much too wet to blame helmet hair. He looked deeply at Yoongi’s pale complexion with dark eye bags and his running red tipped nose.

Yoongi finally stopped coughing and was able to catch his breath, rattling deep within his chest. He reached for the glass of water on the table before him and took a few tentative sips. The silence was eerie; he looked up at Hoseok hesitantly. Hoseok looked back at him with a hurt expression. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were sick?”

Yoongi leaned into Hoseok’s chest, resting his head in the crook of Hoseok’s neck. He could tell from the gentleness of his tone of Hoseok’s voice that he wasn’t mad. And Yoongi craved Hoseok’s touch. Because of their conflictingly busy schedules, Yoongi had been feeling deprived of Hoseok’s affections. It had been over two weeks since they’d been able to physically see each other. The fact that he was miserably sick only amplified his desperation. He wanted to be cuddled by his sunshine.

Hoseok didn’t pull away. Instead, he wrapped his arms tighter around Yoongi and started rocking him gently. “Didn’t wanna cancel date night again.” The strenuous coughing fit had taken what little power he had in his voice. He sounded like nails on a chalkboard, and it felt just as bad coming out of his throat. “Really wanted to see you.”

Hoseok's expression morphed to guilt. "You called me this morning to cancel, didn't you?" The steady tone of his voice made Yoongi think he already knew the answer.

Lying was exhausting. And Yoongi was already exhausted from the little effort he’d put into the day. "Maybe, a little bit. Until you reminded me of what a shit boyfriend I've been the last few months." He strained, wiping his dripping nose against his sleeve.

Tissues seemed to magically appear in front of Hoseok and he offered a handful to Yoongi. “You’re not a shit boyfriend, Yoongi.” He kissed the top of Yoongi’s head affectionately.

“Oh, do five-star boyfriends cancel on their boyfriend half a dozen times and make him feel like he’s not important?” Yoongi retorted.

“Do five-star boyfriends guilt their boyfriend into ignoring his health and committing to a lengthy date-night?” Hoseok countered.

“Do five-star boyfriends lie to their boyfriend and make him spend hours getting ready for a date he’s super excited for just to not go?” He really didn’t want to fight. He didn’t have the energy for it. Why wouldn’t Hoseok just let him shoulder the blame and move on.

Hoseok chuckled, also over the self-depreciating banter, “Five-star boyfriends ride all the way over to their boyfriend’s apartment to go on a night long date even though their sick ass should be in bed. Just to make their boyfriend happy. I love you jagiya.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of Yoongi’s sweaty head. Yoongi hummed pleasantly at the contact. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance to explain yourself this morning. Or if you felt like you needed to put my feelings before your own health. I should have been a better boyfriend to you. If I’d been paying more attention to you on the phone, I’m sure I would have noticed you weren’t feeling well. I’m gonna make it up to you. Stay here and let me take care of you?”

It was phrased like a question. Like Yoongi would turn it down. He’d expended every last ounce of energy he had left just to get to Hoseok’s apartment. He certainly didn’t plan on leaving any time soon. Yoongi just snuggled closer to Hoseok and nodded against his chest. “Please.” Now that the secret was out in the open anyway he allowed himself to acknowledge how poorly he was feeling, in every sense of the word. “I don’t feel good, Seokie,” he whined, shivering with chills. “Everything hurts.”

Hoseok cooed in sympathy. “I know you don’t, jagiya. But you’ll feel better soon.” He pressed a series of kisses across Yoongi’s head traveling down to his jaw and the tip of his nose. Hoseok would kiss every inch of Yoongi’s body if it would heal him. But, unfortunately, only rest and medicine would do that. He eased Yoongi’s weak frame to extend out on the couch, offering up his lap to use as a pillow. The younger started massaging Yoongi’s scalp with one hand, the other reaching over to grab a throw blanket so conveniently decorating the armchair. With practiced ease, Hoseok covered his boyfriend with the blanket, never stopping the soothing ministrations against his sweaty hair.

Yoongi hadn’t resisted as Hoseok got him settled on the couch. He hadn’t fought at all as Hoseok wrapped the soft blanket around his trembling body. He didn’t complain as Hoseok’s warm hands traveled along his body, providing comforting reassurance. Hoseok felt accomplished in his caretaking. “Get some rest, hyung,” he whispered when he noticed Yoongi’s eyelids start to flutter.

Yoongi nuzzled himself closer to Hoseok’s stomach, wrapping an arm around the younger man's torso. “I’m sorry I ruined date night. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Don’t worry about that right now, silly. Just focus on getting better.” Hoseok smiled, tucking Yoongi’s longer strands of hair behind his ear so he could get a better view of his flushed face, “You’re not leaving this apartment until you’re back to 100%.”

A huff of a chuckle escaped Yoongi, “As long as you’re here with me, I’m fine with that.” He yawned, followed by a throat scraping cough, “Thanks for taking care of me, Hoba. I love you.” Yoongi was asleep before he could see the wide grin on Hoseok’s lips.

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Vacation. Ah what a beautiful word. Especially after an amazing but stressful tour.

For a few weeks BTS are allowed to have free time, again after a few years. Without a camera or staff.

The members individually decided what to do. Some of them stayed home and used the time to relax. Then there are Jungkook and Jimin.

Those two decided to go on a trip to Jeju island. Just the two of them relaxing in the beautiful nature. But before flying to Jeju, they decided to take a short trip to Busan and visit their parents.

Instead of taking the train, Jungkook really wanted to use his new car and drive with that. Of course Jimin couldn’t help but complain about that, wanting to relax and not drive three hours.

So both decided to ask one of the managers to drive them. Which layer turns out to be a mistake.

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“Jungkookie~ we are running late! Usually it’s my fault and not yours. What are you doing??” Jimin whined, standing in the door frame of the youngers room and watching him search for something in his wardrobe.

“I’m looking for what to wear for the last few days! I have my casual clothes but I don’t really have anything nice picked out.” Jungkook mumbled distractedly, a small pout on his lips.

The youngest had always been a bit of a perfectionist, the situation never really mattered either. He always needed to give it his all, even if it was as simple as baking cookies.

Jimin sighed and walked over to the younger, lightly smacking the back of his head.

“You’re such a pain, kid.” He said as he looked through Jungkook's wardrobe. Picking a few clothes out of it and putting it neatly into the younger one's suitcase.

The good thing is that the older one knows exactly what Jungkook likes to wear and how he could stress himself out over the smallest things.

The smaller looked back at the taller one.

“Ready, you tall child?” Jimin teased as he ruffled through the youngers mint coloured hair.

“I think so..” Jungkook trailed off, distracted by Jimin’s actions. He quickly checked off his mental checklist before nodding as confirmation. “Yeah, I’m ready. Also, I’m not a child!”

“Yes you are!” Jimin laughed as he quickly rushed out of the younger one's room.

Knowing too well that Jungkook would get his revenge as soon as they’re in the car.

So Jimin grabbed his own luggage and quickly walked over to the car, putting it in the trunk and seating himself on the backseat.

Luckily they have one of those privacy screens between the back and front seat, so the manager wouldn’t bother them and they have their privacy.

Jimin could swear he forgot something, he checked his list but as soon as Jungkook entered the car, his thoughts stopped. Probably wasn’t anything important.

He looked up at the younger and put his most innocent smile on, blinking his eyes in hopes that Jungkook would be easy in his revenge.

Jungkook pouted a little at him. “At least I’m not short.” He huffed playfully, crossing his arms. Normally he stayed strong, but Jimin was his weakness. He could easily want to beat up or pick a fight with his hyungs in a playful manner, but he could never with Jimin.

“You’re short.” Jungkook repeated, holding back a giggle and trying to stay serious.

Jimin acted offended and shocked. Putting his hand over his heart. “Wow Jungkook. How can you get so personal?”

It stayed silent for a while until both of them broke into a laughing fit. Now it’s finally time to start their own little trip. And it will be a good one. At least that’s what they thought.

Until 20 minutes into the drive Jimin knew what he forgot. His medicine for motion sickness. It’s now sitting at home.. on the counter.. all alone.

How stupid could a person be? Forgetting their own medicine.

Jimin knew better than to forget that, he knew how horrible his motion sickness could get. For a moment he wanted to tell Jungkook and ask if they could turn around and get the pills. But he decided against it as he saw the bunny smile on the younger's lips as he looked out of the window, clearly excited. Jimin couldn’t destroy that peace.

He smiled fondly as he watched the younger.

How can such a brat be such an Angel? Jimin thought.

The smaller sighed to himself. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad this time and he would make it through the whole car ride without getting violently sick. After all, he doesn't feel any kind of symptoms right now. Maybe luck would be on his side today.

On occasion, Jungkook turned to Jimin to point out the interesting little things his eyes picked up on. Sometimes it would be a little field of flowers and other times it would be him pointing out nostalgic buildings. His and Jimin’s favorite cafe, an arcade, the McDonald’s that they got sick at one time.. it was funny how the littlest things had such big meaning.

“Jiminie look!” Jungkook exclaimed, pointing out an animal shelter. “I wanna adopt them all.” He pouted. “Jiminieeee can we get another dog pleaseeeee???”

Slowly, Jimin turned his gaze out of the window. Knowing that this may trigger his motion sickness. He looked over to the animal shelter. Smiling about the fact that Jungkook would like to help every animal in the world. Jimin is no different. He would too.

“I don’t think we can handle more than four dogs, Jungkook.” He chuckled

“But I’m sure we could ask at the shelter if we could walk some dogs for them in our free time?”

Jimin knew their free time was limited and there’s rarely a chance they would get to do that. But right now he doesn’t want to destroy the mood and just hopes he could please the younger with that.

The older vocalist tilted his head to look at the younger one. Noticing his eyebags. He must be tired. No wonder. He didn’t sleep the whole night, too excited for the trip. But Jimin also knew that Jungkook never sleeps in cars, always having a hard time to rest in them.

Jungkook noticed him looking up at him. The younger cocked his head at him with curiosity. “What is it, Hyung?” He smiled. He knew Jimin well, and he also knew that the face he was making was his “oh- that’s worrying” face.

“Is there something on my face??” He pulled out his phone to look in the front camera, turning his head at all angles to make sure he looked okay.

Jimin snorted. “Yes, your eye bags that make you look like a zombie. Didn’t you sleep?”

He knew the answer but he still wanted to hear it.

“Give me a break, I was too excited!” Jungkook whined playfully at him. It was true. Oftentimes when he was too excited or too nervous for something, it took him forever to fall asleep. Sometimes he even had to take medicine to help him sleep, but even then he’d often be awake until 4 am because his body still wouldn’t let him. At least it was out of excitement this time.

Jimin hummed understanding.

“So you want to try to sleep? You look exhausted.”

He knew the answer. Jungkook wouldn’t be able to. Not in the car, not like that. Jimin did know a way it would work out, but he also knew how stubborn the Maknae could get. So he wanted him to admit that he really is feeling exhausted. That would be a tough one. Even though he could already see Jungkook yawning.

“You know my shoulder is rather comfortable. That’s what Tae always says.” Jimin giggled.

“Well.. I could try, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. You know it’s impossible for me to in a car.” Jungkook sighed. “I’ll be okay.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Idiot.”

Without saying anything else he wrapped his arm around the younger waist and pulled him close. So now Jungkook's head was resting on the orders shoulder. Jimin could feel that Jungkooks body stiffened under the sudden skin ship.

His arm that was around the younger waist carefully took his arm and started drawing circles on it. That’s what Hoseok always did to Jimin when he had trouble falling asleep after getting sick in the car. He knew that Jungkook would eventually relax. At least he hopes so. He doesn’t want the Maknae to be all tired as soon as they arrive. He knew how devastating it would be for Jungkook to not enjoy every minute of their trip.

Sadly Jimin could feel that Jungkook was still stiff under his touch and didn’t relax one single muscle. Jimin knew why. The younger is probably flustered by the situation.

“It’s only awkward if you’re making it awkward.” Jimin murmured. His voice was soft, sounding comforting.

Jungkook’s eyes were widened with surprise, his cheeks red and his heart pounding. What was he supposed to do? Eventually, he found himself subconsciously relaxing under his hyung’s touch, trying to fight the urge to close his eyes. Soon, a wave of sleepiness overwhelmed him and his eyes began fluttering close. His breathing began evening out. He was falling asleep.

“Liar” Jimin grinned.

He was proud of himself. Being able to let the Makane fall asleep in a car was something one could be proud of. Honestly he was surprised that it worked. Actually he thought it wouldn’t and he would just have a tired and snappy Jungkook the whole car right. Luckily that wasn’t the case.

Now it was his turn to stare out of the window and enjoy the view a bit.

As Jungkook slept, the more relaxed he became. His arm landed onto the older’s lap and remained there for a bit before he shifted in his sleep. His arm snakes around his waist and he buried his face further into him. He’d never been able to sleep so peacefully during a car ride.

Jimin smiled softly as he watched the Maknae sleeping so peacefully. He pulled him just a little closer and continued to look out of the window.

Honestly he can feel his stomach acting up. There’s a slight discomfort sitting on the top of his stomach. A slight headache settling in.

Maybe it would go away. At least that’s what he wished for.

Around 40 minutes later Jimin knew his wish wasn’t granted. The uncomfortable feeling morphed into a painful one. Nausea settled deep in his stomach. His hands shaking and the dizziness only getting worse with each movement of the car. He could feel all the bumps of the road. Rocking his stomach contents back and forth. Jimin can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut. Sweat dripped down his brows.

Jungkooks arm around his waist is no longer a nice presence. The pressure feels too harsh in his stomach. Only making the nausea more known. A burp interrupted him, tasting sour. Jimin knew what was going on. He needs to wake Jungkook up. Quick.

But after the fifth time he tried to shake the younger awake to no avail, Jimin gave up. That wasn’t his best idea. Letting Jungkook, the heaviest sleeper among all of them, sleep in the car while he forgot to take his damn medicine. But the younger one looked so exhausted and tired. Jimin couldn’t help himself. But this is a price he’s willing to pay for the Maknae.

However, with a rather harsh bump the seatbelt and Jungkook's arm got pressed more into his stomach. Only now he knew how upset his stomach really is. He doesn’t even have the time to swallow down the sickness. Because suddenly he leaned forward with a gag and brown liquid rushed up his throat. Splashing directly onto Jungkooks lap, waking him up in the process. Normally Jimin would immediately apologise, but he couldn’t react that fast. All he was able to do was folding himself around his stomach and let the rush of sickness come up his throat. He was coughing and tears started to stream down his eyes. The sickness burning his throat. He needs to get out of here but the manager is still driving, not noticing what is going on due to the blind screen. He hopes that Jungkook isn’t mad at him, after all getting thrown up on isn’t very pleasant.

Jungkook didn’t even really process the fact that he had a pile of puke on his lap, too worried for his hyung. He was quick to rub his back, holding his hair back for him. He whimpered a little, anxious. He didn’t know what to do. “I-It’s okay hyungie-“ the maknae attempted to help him.

Jungkook looked around for something, anything he could use as a trash can. He couldn’t find anything, so he just continued rubbing his back with a worried pout.

The small vocalist gasped between heaves. Trying to get words out.

“S-stop the c-car..” he somehow managed to mumble between heaves.

By now Jimin’s hands were also soiled with sickness. But he couldn’t help but ignore that for the moment. He didn’t care. Not while feeling this sick.

Jungkook nodded and got the driver's attention to pull over. Once they did so, Jungkook carefully helped his hyung out of the car. Along the way, he whispered what he had hoped to be words of comfort. He always did his best to make sure he was doing all he could to help. He’d feel useless just standing aside and being.. well, useless.

As soon as they got out of the car Jimin hunched over, steadying himself with his hands on his knees while Jungkook tried to hold him up as much as possible. With another gag, clear liquid rushed up his throat, splashing on the street's asphalt. He gagged again, this time it was unproductive. Only spit hanging on his plump lips. There was nothing else in Jimin as he was left in dry gags. Not being able to calm down. He tried to take a few deep breaths in and out. Until he finally looked at the puddle of puke in front of him. He cringes at the sight.

His hands were soiled, actually his pants and some parts of his shirt too. Jimin just wiped off his hand on his pants, not caring since it’s already soiled.

He guided one of his own hands under his shirt and placed it on his upset stomach. The nausea is still there, but slowly calming down. The solid ground his standing on doesn’t make any movement. He’s still feeling dizzy though, but his mind no longer clouded.

He spit in the ground one more time, trying to get the disgusting taste out of his mouth.

Finally he looked up at Jungkook and saw his soiled pants.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook. I really didn’t mean to. I wanted to wake you up…but I felt so sick and-“ he sighed, the redness on his cheeks is the only colour that was left on the singer's face.

“Hey, hey..” Jungkook began, brushing his hair back. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it, okay? I needed a new pair anyway.” He laughed, hoping to lighten the mood. “I think I have some water.” He went to check his bag. Thankfully he brought a water bottle. He unscrewed the cap and he helped him sip the water. “Slowly.” He reminded.

Jimin nodded as he grabbed the bottle. Taking a few sips out of it. After that he took another sip to clean his mouth. At least some of the gross taste was out of his mouth now. He’s still feeling dizzy and weak though.

The older one looked over to the car, frowning.

“I’m sorry about your new car. It’s all soiled now. Your pants too..” he sighed

“Ahh I should really clean that up now.”

Jimin rubbed his neck in embarrassment. Only now really realising what was going on.

“No no no,” Jungkook wrapped an arm around him, gently rubbing up and down his arm. “We can take care of that later, you’re more important, okay? I’ll clean it up, you need to rest the best you can for now.”

Jungkook offered a small smile, hoping that he was being comforting enough. He was often a bit awkward and didn’t really know what to say, but he hoped he helped, even if it was just a little.

The older sighed. “I’m still sorry.”

Then he looked down to the younger ones soiled pants and grinned.

“Well I never liked those anyways.” He laughed.

“Well then, too bad! I’m going to replace them anyways.” Jungkook smirked triumphantly and chuckled. “You’ll just have to deal with it.”

Jimin chuckled “At least do wear the ones I bought you!”

“Maybe~” Jungkook giggled playfully. “Alright come on, you gotta rest.” He carefully helped Jimin back into the car, having him lean against him the same way that the older did for him earlier. He held him close, rubbing gentle circles on his back.

"Are you sure we should do this?" Taehyung asks, brow raised. He tries to take on his hyung role, though the act is quite hard to believe considering he's smirking at Jungkook in amusement, eyes sparkling in excitement.

Jungkook mirrors Taehyung's expression teasingly and chuckles in pure mischief. "Of course I'm sure. Besides, we already made the bet. If you back out now, you're admitting defeat and owe me 50." 

Taehyung rolls his eyes, chuckling in disbelief. "Fine." He groans as Jungkook takes out the giant tubs of ice cream and a plethora of toppings they are to put on top. "Jungkookie!" He whines. "My tummy hurts just looking at all this!"

"You should've thought about that before you agreed," Jungkook retorts, smirking.

"All you asked me was, 'how much would you bet to see who can eat more of an entire ice cream tub?'" Taehyung counters.

Jungkook rolls his eyes playfully and lightly punches his best friend's shoulder. "Tae, you should know me by now! Any time I ask you stuff like that, if you answer, the bet is coming true."

Taehyung huffs, unable to keep his boxy smile from tugging at the corners of his lips. 

--

An hour later, Taehyung and Jungkook are both curled up on the couch, clutching their stomachs and holding their individual tubs of ice cream close to their chests. "Kook," Taehyung groans. "This was a bad idea."

"Yes, Tae, I know! You've been complaining for ages!" Jungkook whines.

"Don't act like you don't agree," Taehyung argues, pouting as his stomach churns. He sucks in a breath, screwing his eyes shut; he never deals with stomach aches well, especially since they get so bad. And he knows Jungkook feels the exact same, even if the maknae is trying to put up a tough act. 

Taehyung swallows and lets out a thick, heavy breath. "Kookie, we should stop… I'm gonna throw up." 

"Then go get your wallet, I'm not stopping." Jungkook mumbles, forcing himself to take another bite and gagging a little as the ice cream lands in his stomach heavily.

Taehyung sighs and just decides to push through, his competitiveness raging.

--

Another half hour passes and both tubs of ice cream are finished, thrown to the side to allow the two youngest to ball up on the couch and groan at their misery. Both of their stomachs are churning and bubbling and roiling, putting them through hell for their ridiculous decisions.

They stay like that for a while; until Jimin and Yoongi return from their individual studios, in fact. 

The first to enter is Jimin, eyes widening momentarily when he sees both maknaes so pale, then sighing in realization when he notices the empty, giant tubs of ice cream. "Yoongi hyung!" He calls. "I'm gonna need some help here." He goes over and crouches in front of his fellow maknae liners, frowning in worry and brow cocked in a bit of amusement. "Did you really think this would be a good idea?" He asks, raising one of the tubs as demonstration just as Yoongi comes in and rolls his eyes at the sight. 

Taehyung whimpers. "T-Tried to tell him not to…" He mumbles.

Jungkook weakly slaps his shoulder. "Then you should've stopped." He retorts, burping hollowly into his fist.

Jimin shakes his head and gets up, turning to Yoongi. "Let's get them some buckets and heating pads. Looks like we're in for a long night."

--

Jimin isn't wrong.

It doesn't take much time before Taehyung is up and stumbling to the bathroom with a hand clasped over his mouth. Jimin frowns. "Hyung, you stay with Jungkook." He says to Yoongi before hurrying after Taehyung. He catches up just in time for the younger to crouch in front of the toilet with a loud retch, a torrent of vomit ripping from his throat and splattering against the bowl. He whimpers. Jimin coos. "Oh Teddy bear… aigoo, you really dug yourself into a hole with this one, huh?"

Taehyung nods miserably, more puke spilling from his pale lips. He groans. "I-Ice cream doesn't taste as good coming up, Jiminie…"

Jimin hums out a sigh. "I don't think anything does, Tae."

Back in the living room, Jungkook lets out a horrible moan of discontent, sweat beading on his brow and arms squeezing a heating pad to his bloated, gurgling stomach. The sound of Taehyung throwing up is not helping at all, only making his nausea tickle at the back of his throat in sympathy. "Hyungie…" He whimpers out, reaching a clammy hand for Yoongi and pouting.

Yoongi sighs. He knows Jungkook (and Taehyung, for that matter) deserve a proper telling off for being so irresponsible, but Yoongi's soft spot for the maknaes cries for him to hold off the lecture until the poor babies are feeling better. 

He crouches by their maknae's side and holds his hand, brushing a thumb over Jungkook's pale knuckles and pressing it into the boy’s heart tattoo. "Yeah, Goog?"

"Don't feel good…" Jungkook manages a shaky breath. 

"No, I don't imagine you would after eating that much ice cream." Yoongi murmurs. "Do you think you're gonna be sick?"

Jungkook hums and nods in agreement. "B-But… not right now. Don't wanna…"

Yoongi sighs. "I don't think you can control that, unfortunately." His frown darkens as a whimper leaves the maknae's lips, arms squeezing at his bloated stomach. Yoongi sighs again. "Should I get a bucket?" 

Jungkook begins to shake his head, but a gag soon rips from his throat and a hand comes up to clamp over his pale lips.

Yoongi's heart skips a beat. Working fast, he grabs the trash can from across the room and holds it under Jungkook's chin, about to whisper encouragement when the boy begins to retch on his own. Yoongi sucks in his bottom lip. "There we go, Gguk…"

Jungkook whimpers again, the smell of the vomit wafting up to his nose and only making him throw up harder, torrent after torrent splashing against the bottom of the trashcan.

"Okay, okay…" Yoongi slips his hand under Jungkook's sweaty shirt and rubs up and down the boy's back. "You're doing so good, Jungkook, just breathe."

Jimin guides Taehyung back into the living room, frowning at the sight of Jungkook throwing up. He sighs. "Tae, did you two really have to eat all that ice cream?" He chastises, instantly softening when the younger hangs his head like the guilty puppy he is. "Oh Tae… C'mere." Jimin hugs Taehyung into his chest. "It’s okay, but next time you need to remind Jungkook that neither of you can handle this stuff, okay?"

"Okay…" Taehyung murmurs.

"Jungkook, calm down, bub." Yoongi mumbles, gaining Jimin's attention. The dancer's eyes widen. In seemingly two seconds, Jungkook has begun to panic a little, tears streaking down his pale cheeks. Jimin leaves Taehyung's side for a moment to crouch in front of the maknae. "Jungkookie, hey…" Jimin murmurs, switching to dialect as he motions for Yoongi to take the bucket away. Jimin holds Jungkook's clammy hands in his own. "Look at me, Gguk. Yeah… you're okay, breathe-"

"It hurts." Jungkook sobs.

"I know it does, Gguk-ah, I know. Just calm down, you're working yourself up and making it worse." Jimin coos, reaching up and brushing away Jungkook's sweaty bangs. "That's it." He whispers encouragingly once he notices Jungkook beginning to calm down. "There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it?" 

Jungkook just glares weakly, obviously meaning no harm, before laying down and holding his stomach once more.

Jimin sighs. "Yoon-hyung, we should take them to bed. Can you stay with Tae?"

Yoongi nods, going over to the vocalist and holding his hand. "Come on, let's go to bed." He whispers, also changing to him and Taehyung's native dialect. He knows how much it calms both him and Jungkook down; the dialects. 

Jimin helps Jungkook stand, ignoring the maknae's protests of, "I can walk, it's just my tummy!" Leading Jungkook to bed and tucking him in, Jimin grabs the trashcan and places it by the bed just in case Jungkook needs to bring anything else up.  

“Hyung,” Jungkook moans. “My tummy…”

Jimin clicks his tongue, getting into bed with Jungkook and tugging the maknae close, a hand coming to slip under Jungkook’s shirt and rest on the poor boy’s bloated, growling stomach. Jimin ignores the way Jungkook squirms and blushes, trying to swat Jimin’s hand away. “Yah.” The older whispers gently. “Let me help, hm? It’s okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” He offers a warm smile at the maknae and kisses his forehead. 

Jungkook slowly nods, letting his tired eyes flutter closed. He sighs. “I’m sorry we caused so much trouble…”

“Shh, we can cross that bridge whenever we come to it, hm? I’m sure Yoongi-hyung will have some things to say. And Jin-hyung and-” Jimin cuts himself off when Jungkook grabs his arm, stilling his ministrations. “What? Are you-?”

“Please don’t tell the others.” Jungkook begs with a whimper. “This is so embarrassing… and they’ll be so disappointed. Please, hyungie just- keep this between me and you and Taetae hyung and Yoongi-hyung. Please…?” 

Jimin coos, unable to stop himself from giggling. “Okay, okay, Jungkookie, I won’t. I’ll make sure Yoongi-hyung doesn’t either. Sound okay?” 

Jungkook nods. Tension leaving the boy’s shoulders, he lets go of Jimin and lets his eyelids flutter shut once more. Within moments he begins to drift off and Jimin takes it upon himself to tuck the maknae in further, smiling fondly. “Sleep well, Gguk.” He whispers. 

Taehyung has a bit of a harder time falling asleep. He squirms and tosses and turns in bed, garbling out quiet, low groans of discomfort and features twisting with a grimace. He snakes his arms around his distended abdomen. 

Yoongi looks over from where he sits up next to Taehyung, leaning against the pillows. His brows pinch with worry. Wordlessly Yoongi begins to play with the younger’s hair. He sighs. “You okay, Taehyung-ah?”

“M’fine.” Taehyung grumbles. “Just can’t get comfortable. My tummy…” 

Yoongi hums in understanding. Setting his laptop aside, the rapper lays down and pulls Taehyung into his arms. His fingers trail up and down the boy’s back. Yoongi feels Taehyung begin to relax a little and a smile tugs on his lips. “Better?”

Taehyung nods against Yoongi’s chest, though it still takes a while for him to fully calm down. He continues to toss and turn and turn and toss, even while contained in his hyung’s hold. Only when Yoongi begins to play some quiet classical music do Taehyung’s movements finally begin to go slack. He purrs out a hum of content, eyes fluttering shut. 

Yoongi sighs in relief. “Get some sleep, Tae. Hopefully you two will wake up fine in the morning.”

Taehyung hums in response before drifting off a few moments later. Yoongi plays with the vocalist’s hair for a while before texting Jimin to check up on Jungkook. 

min suga 

hows jk holding up?   7:08pm

diminie 

hes okay! :(( just a little run down but sleeping like a baby heehee   7:08pm

min suga

thats good to hear   7:09pm

diminie

hows tae?? is he alright???   7:09pm

min suga

taes fine, dont worry jimin   7:09pm

took him a while to fall asleep, though   7:09pm

he just wouldnt relax   7:09pm

diminie 

oh poor thing :((   7:09pm

should i come??   7:09pm

min suga

no, you know how jungkook gets when hes not feeling well   7:09pm

dont leave him alone   7:10pm

ive got it handled, dont worry, jimin   7:10pm

diminie

alright... :(((   7:10pm

keep me posted?   7:10pm

min suga

of course i will   7:10pm

who do you take me for park jimin? ;)   7:10pm

diminie

lolol okayyy   7:10pm

bye hyung ^^   7:10pm

min suga 

gn jimin   7:11pm

Yoongi sets his phone down with a soft chuckle, glancing over at Taehyung and ruffling the younger’s hair before letting himself drift off as well.

--

Taehyung and Jungkook fortunately wake up the next morning feeling much better, the only remnants of the crazy events of the day before being a dull ache behind their stomach that is easily ignored. The whole situation is brushed under the rug by the four of them, until Jungkook speaks up a week later. 

seokjin

- too much water on an empty stomach makes it upset

- hiccups a lot when nauseous, but rarely burps when he’s sick

- probably been puked on the most, just because he’s the oldest and the members tend to go to gravitate towards him when they’re not feeling good. he may be goofy and chaotic, but he knows how to take care of his members

- likes having someone with him while puking, so he’s usually pretty upfront about feeling nauseous. probably goes to yoongi the most

- somewhat quiet puker, coughs a lot in between pukes

- if he overexerts himself, he gets nauseous and has to lay down for a bit. has puked during practice before though

- hugs his stomach or will curl over it when it’s cramping

- gets bloated when sick which just makes him more miserable

yoongi

- ninja puker. keeps everyone on edge about whether or not he’s puked because they don’t hear it. sometimes pukes on himself and no one else realizes it until the smell

- still has puked on at least seokjin before, probably in an airplane

- horrible airsickness. always leaves him queasy after a flight. he’ll hole up in his hotel room and try to sleep off the queasiness or end up puking in the bathroom. medicine only helps keep his stomach in place, he still will end up nauseous

- best at hiding he’s sick (when he wants to, which is not normally) bc he just hides in his studio

- always has medicine. always. idk who started this hc but i 100% support it

- yoongi has these very comforting vibes so i feel like receiving cuddles from him while sick would be heavenly

- prefers to stick it out in the bathroom while sick cause he doesn’t want to puke in bed but doesn’t want to run back and forth either

- switches between cradling his stomach and hugging it. always gives himself belly rubs, especially when he first starts feeling nauseous 

- has probably gotten sick from drinking too much coffee before

- please bring him his fluffiest blanket and your best cuddles while he’s in the bathroom

- very tactile at getting the others to rub his stomach or to hold him. one minute hoseok will be watching videos the next there’s a yoongi in his arms

hoseok

- loves affection when sick, loves to get belly rubs and cuddles

- consider… a queasy hoseok left alone with namjoon, who doesn’t know how to handle hoseok’s sickness. hoseok just curls up in his lap and forces namjoon’s arms around him… idk i just love the namseok size difference

- gets very shaky after puking, will need to lay down for a bit

- rubbing his stomach can either make it more upset or settle it down

- cradles his stomach when it’s upset

- pretty open about when his stomach isn’t feeling good

- hiccups more than he burps, but the maknae loves to tease him when he burps

- all the members get really worried when he’s sick because he gets so quiet and so unlike himself, he generally receives a lot of affection from the members

namjoon

- burps A Lot

- not big on touching his stomach, unless it’s really cramping. then he’ll curl up and hug it

- never knows how to rub his own tummy, but is also too shy to ask others, so he’ll hope that someone offers to rub it (usually one of the more observant members will)

- also has a pretty loud stomach, makes the weirdest noises. the other members love teasing him about it

- prefers to puke by himself as he’s embarrassed by it unless he’s really feverish and sick

- very tactile about puking, especially if it’s puking in public

- sometimes stress eats and gets an upset stomach from that

- indigestion always catches him at the worst times and makes him so bloated

jimin

- loudest tummy! he talks back to it too. it always tells him what’s going on. everyone thinks it’s cute bc it’s jimin

- also a part of the affection line, i feel like he’d be bossy about it too. like a “come cuddle me now or else i’ll puke on your bed” kind of a thing

- very sick sounding burps that he always tries to stifle

- gets pretty bad indigestion that keeps him up at night

- when his stomach is upset he likes to curl up in bed or on the couch with some tea to try to settle it

- pats his tummy a lot

- hugs his tummy or holds it with his hands

- rubs his own tummy or just traces it with his fingers

- needs his hair played with and back rubbed when sick

taehyung

- pukes the loudest, can’t hold back groaning and his retches can always be heard down the hall

- needs affection when sick, doesn’t care about potentially getting other members sick at all

- loud burps, usually ones that catch him off guard and make him rub his tummy bc it’s so upset

- gets really bloated when sick, that’s usually his first sign that something’s up with his stomach

- hugs and rubs his stomach, actually likes some pressure

- sometimes hugs his pillow to his stomach

- very sleepy when feverish

- likes to hug members when sick

- definitely has eaten something questionable on a dare from jungkook

jungkook

- cannot hide that he’s sick. he wears his heart on his sleeve

- overgrown puppy, please be gentle with him :( he must be held

- puts his hair into a little ponytail because he doesn’t want puke in his hair but is too queasy to do a proper ponytail

- burps a lot in general, they get more deep and sick sounding when he isn’t feeling good. he’ll try to hide them though

- palms his stomach a lot, not big on hugging it bc it’s too sensitive for that

- picky about belly rubs! too much pressure makes him nauseous or if the fabric/hand feels weird on his skin he’ll get uncomfortable

- will overeat and get a belly ache and refuse to tell any of his hyungs about it