#sick!suga

"You okay hyung?" Jimin asks, offering Yoongi the last bit of his water,but Yoongi pushes it back towards him.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just tired..i think i drank too much with Dong-hyuk.." Yoongi didn't want to worry Jimin over a little stomach ache. I'll just take something for it if it gets worse.

"Too tired to work on music with me after practice today?" Jimin's asks, wanting to give him the option to back out. He's been working on his own music on top of the team, I shouldn't have asked him yesterday..

"I can still work on music with you Jimin-ah. If you wanted to practice the choreography with me, that's where I'd tell you no." Yoongi tells him, smiling despite the small ripples of pain that moved throughout his lower abdomen.

"Are you sure? It's okay if you're too tired, though. I could ask someone else."Jimin asks again, trying to get a good look at Yoongi, but the ballcap he was wearing cast shadows over his face, making it unreadable.

Jungkook goes over by them, giving both of them a water bottle. "Here hyung. Try to stay hydrated.. you look a little pale Jiminie hyung."

"Thanks Jaykay, I gave all my water to Namjoonie-hyung." Jimin takes a drink. "I'm fine though. I'm more worried about Yoongi hyung."

Yoongi takes small sips, not wanting to risk worsening the ache in his abdomen. "I'm fine. You guys worry too much. I should be worrying about you two with all your extra lessons."

"It's only English, singing and boxing." Jungkook says as if that wasn't a lot on top of their practices, interviews and meetings.

"Let's work on your album at your place Jimin-ah. My studio is a mess right now." Yoongi blushes lightly, recalling his moment of frustration causing a mess of papers he'll have to go through later.

"Tired of looking at your studio?" Jimin muses, smiling when he sees color returning to Yoongi's cheeks after drinking water."I'll make us dinner when we get to my place. I went shopping yesterday."

"Sounds good. It's been quite a while since I had a homemade meal." Yoongi couldn't bring himself to say he wasn't feeling all that hungry when Jimin was so excited about it.

"Alright break time is over. We have one more song I want to get all the way through then we can go home. We have an early morning tommorrow so I don't want us staying too late."

"Hyung dinner is ready. Do you want a bottle of soju with me?" Jimin asks while setting the table. "I made a little bit of everything.."

"No, I'd rather have some tea. We have to get up early and I struggled getting up this morning. You can drink if you want to though." Yoongi waves away the bottle, his medicine he took while Jimin was showering after practice only just now kicking in.

"I'll make us both tea. I didn't think ahead about getting up in the morning.. hobi-hyung will scold me for sure if I'm late a third time this week." Jimin fills a tea kettle with water then takes a seat at the table, taking a bit of rice and stir fry for himself. "Did you really like the third song? I think the lyrics need some work.."

"The lyrics aren't the problem, it's the chorus..it's too rushed.." Yoongi picks up where they left off, getting himself some rice to start with.

"The chorus did feel fast.. should I add a line or..maybe just slow down the music..?" Jimin takes a bite of steak, pulling his notebook closer.

"What if you try this.." Yoongi sings the chorus, changing the notes.

"Oh that sounds good.." Jimin mimicks Yoongi, rushing to get a keyboard.

"Jimin-ah, Jimin-ah take a break to eat.." Yoongi sighs with a smile when he realizes Jimin doesn't hear him, trying to mimic the notes on the keys."The first note is D not C."

"Aish I need to practice more.. could you play it for me?" Jimin asks, Yoongi happy to oblige. The bowl of kimchi fried rice was already sitting uncomfortably in his stomach.

Yoongi hits the notes for Jimin, writing them down."You should ask Supreme Boi to help you, this song is right up his alley."

"Do you think hyung has time to work with me?" Jimin asks. "I'm not as good at writing as you or Hobi hyung or-"

"Don't compare yourself, you're good at writing songs too, you just lack confidence. All of you kids do." Yoongi scolds Jimin, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll ask him then.." jimin blushes at Yoongi's praise, jumping up when he hears the kettle screaming."Ah, the tea is ready."

"Ahhh...mm...hmm.." Jimin sings, trying to match his voice to the notes on the page. "Why can't i get this right?" Jimin asks Yoongi, biting his lip. I sounded so bad..

"You're singing two octaves too high. Are you still nervous? You don't have to be. I've heard you sing a milion times of times." Yoongi tries to calm Jimin's shaken nerves.

"Do you think we should touch up the first verse? Is it too immature? Maybe we should-" Jimin stops when he feels Yoongi's finger touch his lips.

"Jimin-ah, shh. The lyrics are fine. Stop it. Your song is good.. you're just stressing yourself out."Yoongi places his hand on Jimin's shoulder. "I know you're nervous about asking someone to do a collaboration with you, but just because they say no, it doesn't mean your song isn't good. They could just be too busy or don't...mm.." Yoongi moans softly as a ripple of pain bubbles up in his stomach, making him dizzy with nausea.

"Hyung what's wrong? Are you okay?" Jimin wraps his arm around Yoongi's shoulder to keep him from double over.

"My stomach..it..just..don't feel well all of the sudden.." Yoongi speaks softly, lying to the younger member. Why did the medicine wear off already, it's only been two hours..

"Do you feel like you're going to be sick?" Jimin asks, trying to gently lead Yoongi to his feet when he sees the color drain from his lips. "Aiigo Yoongi.."

Yoongi let out a wet burp, his body trembling with cold sweat as he tried to hold down his dinner that was quickly rising up his throat, clinging to Jimins arm for balance. "Jimin-ah.." He whines with urgency when his vision faded, another burp pushing up the meal Jimin made, the sick spraying across the floor halfway to the bathroom. "I'm..I'm sorry..I...I can't.."

"Don't be sorry.. it's okay.. I have a little bin in my room. Just wait here it's closer.." Jimin runs into his room, grabbing the small bin, eyes widening when he hears Yoongi retching again, heart tightening. I should've noticed something was wrong sooner. He's been silently suffering while I feel sorry for myself..

"Here hyung, I'm back.. just move back just a little bit okay?" Jimin pulls him back a bit to be able to place the bin without having Yoongi kneeling in his own sick.

Yoongi takes Jimin's hand, squeezing it when another waterfall of sick pushes up, hitting the plastic liner. "F*ck..." he whimpers wrapping his other hand around his cramping muscles as another mouthful comes.

"I know, I know it hurts.. but you'll feel better once you let it all out.." Jimin tries to sound reassuring, but his voice trembled. I've never seen him so sick.. I can see the sweat rolling off his chin.. is he running a fever?

Jimin reaches to touch the back of Yoongi's neck, shocked at the amount of heat coming off of it. "You're burning up.."

"Hyung..." Yoongi calls weakly before another wave of nausea hits him, thick bile rising up his throat, gagging up more sick.

"Hyung is at home, but I'm here.. it's okay.. I got you.." Jimin gently scratches Yoongi's back, giving his hand a squeeze. I need to calm him down, he's hardly getting a breath in..

Yoongi continued to heave despite having nothing left in his stomach. Make it stop..it hurts so much..I wish I never ate anything today..

"Yoongi, Yoongi-yah you have to take deep breaths..i know its not easy..but you have to try for me..please?' Jimin felt his eyes misting with tears, his heart breaking to hear Yoongi's sharp gasps of pain between the dry heaves.

Yoongi closes his eyes, trying to take deep breaths, moaning softly when a sharp pain spikes up his side, pressing his palm into it. "Aish..i..i..it hurts.. Jimin-ah.."

"You probably got a stich from your muscles overworking..are you finished now? Do you want to move to lay in bed?"

"I..I just.." Yoongi backs into Jimin, leaning against him. "I just need to..rest..i don't want to move..I'm so dizzy.."

"We can stay here as long as you need. I just want you to be comfortable.." Jimin kisses the top of Yoongi's head, gently running his hand up and down Yoongi's side. "You should've told me you weren't feeling well sooner Hyung.."

Yoongi tries to focus on slowing his breathing, wincing with every inhale. "I know..I'm stupid..but..please.." I don't need a scolding from you..I'm aware I fu*ked up..

"I'm sorry..I know.. I'm just.. I don't want you to feel like you have to be strong for us..you like to handle things on your own and you don't have to.."

Yoongi turns to his side,focusing on matching his breathing with Jimin's listening to his racing heart. I must've really scared him..

"Are you okay yoongi-yah?" Jimin asks, brushing Yoongis hair from his face.

"I..I don't know.. I don't think I have anything left..but I still feel dizzy.." Yoongi speaks in a raspy whisper.

"You should stay the night with me.. you shouldn't drive if you feel this poorly.. do you want me to carry you?"

"If you can.. I think I can stand with your help though.." Yoongi gasps in surprise when he feels Jimin start picking him up lifting him off the floor. "Jimin slow, slowly.." he wraps his arms around Jimin's neck, feeling his stomach churn. "Mm..."

"Sorry, sorry..I'll move slow. It's okay.. I got you.." Jimin moves slowly, tensing when he realized he didn't have the arm strength he thought he had, feeling Yoongi slipping. "Almost there..just..hold on tightly okay..?"

"Okay.." Yoongi's voice comes out small, tightening his grip around Jimins neck, heart skipping a beat when he feels himself dangle while Jimin adjusts him. "Jimin-ah.."

"Almost there.. we're in the room, we just need to get to the bed.. I'm sorry.. here we go.. safe on the bed..I'll get you a pair of my pajamas. You're covered in sweat." Jimin slowly places yoongi on the bed. "Do you think you can drink a bit?"

"I think I'll throw up again..i still feel bad.." Yoongi curls up, pulling his knees to his chest. "I want heat.."

"Oh right, I'm sorry hyung.." Jimin gets a heating pad, putting it aside trying to gently uncurl Yoongi. I have to cool him down, but if hes in too much pain he won't be cooperative.. "Let's get you changed first.. at least your shirt okay?"

Yoongi doesn't fight against Jimin, but he doesn't help either, not making any movement. Jimin just barely gets him to sit up long enough to get his shirt off, getting the top on him, helping him back down to button the top two before Yoongi curls up again. "Cold.."

"Alright hyung.. here you are.." jimin gently places the heating pad against Yoongis side, cuddling up to his ailing hyung. "Is that any better?"

Yoongi nods, pressing against Jimin. "You're warm.." He murmurs.

"If you say so hyungie..rest well.. I'll be right here if you need anything.." jimin gently kisses Yoongi's temple, hearing his breathing slow as he starts to fall asleep.

Jimin POV

Uncomfortable was an understatement. Jimin's clothes stuck to his overly heated body. His clothes were damp with sweat, clinging to his body. As if feeling his own damp clothes stick to his body wasn't enough the tight space between him and taehyung was also damp, and clinging together. To make things worse his stomach was giving him trouble. Having motion sickness along with being hot and sweaty was not a good mix. only this felt different. usually, when he had motion sickness it begin with a dizzy feeling in his head that lead to nausea. Right now he wasn't dizzy. It had to be carsickness he thought to himself. His stomach would jostle to the movement of the car. He tried looking out the window but it had no effect. It didn't make him feel more or less dizzy. The car hit a pothole. It Once again jostled his tummy. He should speak now while the car was still silent. " I'm not feeling so well" he announces to the other members," says with a handheld lightly over his tummy. Namjoon sitting in the very front of the vehicle turned his head. " are you feeling carsick Jiminie? " he ask. his body moving with the movement of the car as he spoke. staring directly into Jimin's cast-down eyes. " I think so," Jimin says looking at the hand holding his own stomach. Hoseok sat in the inside seat of the car Jimin beside him and taehyung on the outside. Taehyung moved his hand from his lap to place it on the back of Jimin's neck. He massaged that area of his neck. Taehyung would usually be more comforting and clingy but it was far too hot in the car to touch and move around a lot. Jimin was grateful that taehyung wasn't being clingy at the moment. Typically taehyungs fingers rubbing at the nape of his neck is comforting and stress relieving but taehyungs fingers were hot and clammy and Jimin's neck was slathered in sweat. Making the nauseous older more uncomfortable. " I'm sorry Jimin we don't have any more planned stops ahead. But if you begin to feel worse let me know and I'll see what we can do." namjoon informs Jimin, gives his knee a little pat, and then turns around in his seat. Jimin stays quiet, at some point in time his stomach drops and he questions whether or not he'd make it through this ride alive.

Taehyungs pov

Taehyung was a little relieved to know that he wasn't the only one not doing so well. He didn't really suspect the feeling to be carsickness but it was a reasonable explanation. The car was hot, the ride was bumpy and they'd been driving for a long time. These are the things that would make him carsick typically. Taehyung stomach began to bubble and twist. his stomach bubbling wasn't something that he couldn't recall usually happening while feeling carsick but he figured it was normal or something he hadn't noticed before. He felt a cramp in his stomach that swirled into nausea. Taehyung hopes this car ride ends pretty soon. He's not sure how well he could keep his stomach down. Especially if Jimin starts to get sick beside him. Both of the members throwing up would definitely be a disaster. Taehyung really hopes it doesn't come to that. He looks over to Jimin, he doesn't seem to be doing very well. Taehyung stops rubbing the other's nape. It doesn't seem to be helping Jimin any. Tahyung wanted to comfort the older but he felt doing so would only make him feel worse. He doesn't think he could stomach it either. Taehyung looked away from Jimin, he looked outside the window hoping to settle his own stomach. His stomach felt worse as he sat in the car. Taehyung tried to focus on keeping himself calm and steady against the car's shaking. He was feeling uneasy about being nauseous against the motion of the car. Despite taehyung being on the outside of the seat he felt trapped in the moving car.

Jimin POV

Before taehyungs hot fingers on his nape were uncomfortable, but he didn't realize he was distracting himself from the awful feeling building in his stomach until he felt taehyungs hand drift away. Now, instead of mentally complaining amount taehyungs hand, his mind was flooded with thoughts of his nausea. It felt like the hotter he got worse the nausea felt. It made him feel lightheaded.

Taehyung POV

The nausea was geting to a point of unbearableness. He could feel beads of sweat slowly drip down his spine. Making him shiver and twitch. " hyung..." he forced himself to say threw a nauseating cramp. he was referring to namjoon who sat in the front and gave Jin the directions off the GPS on his phone. " I'm feeling carsick too," taehyung says. looking at namjoon who hadn't yet turned his head. namjoon turned to the side. " would you like Jin hyung to open a window taetae?" Namjoon says. Taehyung felt as though speaking would worsen nausea boiling in his tummy so he shook his head and sat up a bit. namjoon signaled Jin to roll down the window as he drove and he did so. A blast of air hit the sweat members' faces. It was relieving compared to the humid air that formed inside the car. It wasn't enough for the boys growing nausea.

Jimin pov

I was starting to have trouble keeping my stomach in place. So much so that I could taste my lunch that I was so excited to chow down earlier. I feared I might not be able to alert namjoon of my troubles. After many years of dealing with carsickness, I was still no good at keeping my stomach down. I brought a fist to my face. He forced down a burp that threatened to send his lunch with it. The sour acidy taste burned his throat to swallow down. his stomach churned uncomfortably. He knew he hadn't much time before he'd see his lunch again. Only he won't be as happy as when he saw it the first time.

Taehyung Pov

Taehyung caught on to Jimin's struggle when he heard an odd and pain full sounding swallow from Jimin. It was loud enough to hear and catch his attention. He didn't think too much of it until he actually turned to look at Jimin. Jimin had his fist over his mouth. Tae watched as Jimin's cheeks buffed up and released. He hopes that it was air filling the younger cheeks but he doubts his own optimism. Taehyung knew Jimin, He knew that if the older was struggling now to keep his stomach down, there wouldn't be much time before he eventually loses the battle. " HYUNG! I THINK WE NEED TO STOP" taehyung panicked, he knew what was coming next if they didn't stop and let Jimin out of the bus. Unfortunately, this scared the living daylights out of jin who slams his foot down on the break. which causes the car behind him to do the same. Jin Pulls the car over to the side. Unfortunately for Jimin, it was a little too late.

Hosoeks Pov

Hoseok wasn't sure if it was because of the commotion, the heat, or the nagging feeling he was geting in his stomach but he felt very overwhelmed. The root of the swirling sensation was most likely anxiety. fearing one of the carsick members might throw up. At least that's what he told himself, in order to keep calm. Still, the louder the members beside him yell about the situation the more nervous and nauseous he feels. He too had a rising sickening feeling in his stomach. He was conflicted now. Was it him also experiencing carsickness or was he experiencing sympathy sickness aka emetophobia? Thinking about it only makes him feel worse. It was hard not to when taehyung was yelling about how sick Jimin feels. The feeling he felt now was simply awful. He was trapped. The furthest from the exit in the bus, the heat making him feel clammy and his stomach swirling with not only the swift movement of the bus but Jimin panicking moving around in his seat. It was overwhelming and frankly enough to send his stomach over the edge. Jin was slowing down the car after being alerted by Tahyung. Jin hyung wasn't fast enough for Jimin's stomach. Jimin released a loud gag. It alerted all the members making six of their heads turn towards Jimin. The only one who didn't look was jin he gave a glance through the review mirror and put his eyes back on the road. It was an awful sight to see. I should have looked away but my fear for Jimin overcame me. That was until I saw some of Jimins lunch splash onto my lap. I almost lost it then and there. I turned my head and gagged harshly into my hands. It was an immediate reaction hoseok could not control. My stomach went from my throat to my hands. Every gag that Jimin gave off hoseok echoed one back. It was a mess. There was barely any time passed before taehyung was joining us. Most likely, he was also hit with a splash of puke. hoseok's heart was racing. his stomach wasn't letting up and neither were Jimin's and taehyung's. Hoseok bent forward and retched. throwing up on his knee and the wall of the car. it splattered and slid down. the sight only promoted him to do it again. he tried looking away from the sick he'd created but he was only greeted with the sick Jimin had created on the other side of him. He threw up again adding layer and layer of sick on his pants, the floor, the seat in front of him, Jimin. The constant retching caused his head to pulse painfully making him feel lightheaded and weak. He couldn't stop. He tried so hard to stop. but every time he'd tried to breathe in the sight and spell of the sick would be taugnting him. It was not just his own sick that was plaguing him it was Jimin who had coughed up his full course meal right beside him. Hoseok doesn't think that he will ever sit this far inside again. He can't even leave out of the car and get away from the others and the mess they've made.

Tahyung Pov

Jimin set me off. He gagged a couple of times. That, I could handle. A huge wave of sick splattering onto his and hoseok lap is a different battle. I unintentionally let off a dry gag. I felt bad for doing so because I knew that gagging and Jimin having thrown up could also set off hoseok. I try and keep myself together. I hold my mouth and look away from Jimin. I'm not typically one to get sympathy sick, but I was already feeling pukey myself. Which is why I mentioned it to namjoon hyung. I was starting to feel really really sick. hoseok was throwing up now. I told myself that I would wait for Jin to pull over completely and get out seeing as I was close to the door and need to let out the other sick-feeling members, but It didn't quite happen that way. What did happen was Jimin accidentally threw up on my pants. I'm not with a very strong stomach at times like this. I couldn't really hold down my nausea anymore. I could feel the vomit chilled and stick to my legs. Something about the soggy junks and the gagging and retching going on set me off. I tried my best to keep it down. Using my hands to cover my mouth and minimize the mess. In the end, my body gave up for me. causing me to lurch forward. I had to use my hands to hold on to the seat in front of me so I wouldn't fall over. Taehyung threw his lunch up faster than he could keep up with. creating choking sounds as he let up a heaping pile of sick.

Seokjin/namjoon POV

We've dealt with carsick members from time to time but never like this. Not all at once. Maybe one or two sick feeling members but not three members puking their guts up right beside each other. Maybe we should have stopped and taken a short break when Jimin first mentioned feeling sick. The smell of the car was absolutely putrid and it messed with jins stomach. luckily he had a strong stomach and knew this despite a challenging task would not set him off. He just hoped the remaining nonsick members feel the same. Seok Jin pulled the car off to the side and turned around. He hoped to see members flooding the car. Instead, he sees taehyung losing his lunch on the floor, Jimin trying to hold off until tae moves, and hoseok letting off empty gags into his chunky vomit hand. Jin hops out of the car. Seen as the members in the middle row were struggling quite a bit. He walks over to the side of the car and pulls open the door. namjoon is behind him ready to go. He takes taehyung who is still vomiting on the floor and pulls him out. This creates a zig zag line of sick leading out of the car. namjoon moaned at the mess. "hyunggg awhh why couldn't you wait till he was finished. " namjoon says stepping out of taehyungs way. Once tae was out of the car he takes a little jog to get further away and falls to the ground retching. " let's get'em outta hear joon, the faster the better." jin says and he climbs in trying to avoid the sick which was spattered practically everywhere. He took a handful full of a clean potion from Jimin's shirt and gives it a little tug. Jimin gagged at jin's quick pull. " hyung wait, I got it. " Jimin rises from his seat keeping his head down careful not to hit his head on the roof of the car. Not really caring about avoiding sick seen as he was covered in it. Jimin slowly steps out of the car but his clean hand is on jin's shoulder to help him out of the car without falling over. Standing up after throwing up a lot made Jimin light-headed. Once he stepped out of the car Jimin slowly walked to a place away from the car and plopped down. He lay back in the grass attempting to catch his breath.

Now the only member left on the row of vomit was hoseok. Hoseok sat curled up with his elbow covering his mouth. He was trying to protect his nose from the awful stench, and he couldn't use his hands because they were soild with puke. Every so often a hoseok would close his eyes and a strained wet retch could be heard threw the fabric of his shirt. Jin climbed back in once more and gave hoseoks shoulder a tap. " come on hobi "Jin says as calm and kind as he could. of course, hoseok wanted to get out of the seat but he couldn't bring himself to move. He tried, he'd have to open his eyes and he knew for a fact that would set his stomach off. "Hobiii" namjoon says in a light and playful tone. "Let's get you outta here hobi" namjoon can see that he is struggling. Namjoon gingerly puts a hand on a clean part of hoseoks arm to guide him out of the car. " He gives hobi a gentle nugde and he doesn't move at first. " wait," hoseok says. he begins to breathe roughly. Hoseok slowly lowers his arm from his mouth and opens his eyes a sliver. His eyes were greeted with the awful visuals of several splotches of multicolored vomit. He gagged weakly. He tried to calm himself as he let namjoon carefully guide him out of the car. Once hoseok was almost completely out of the car he slid into a puddle of sickness almost falling down. namjoon tried to catch him but he was uncessesuful. hoseok caught himself. Which ended with his hand touching a chunky coated area of the seat. The feeling made him shiver. He felt his stomach twist the chunks under his fingers. namjoon watched as hoseok's cheeks puffed out. He could hold onto his mouth and try to stop it his hands were too filthy. A spray of vomit pushed past his lips. Namjoon was right in the vomit zone so he hopped out of the way. A little sick did manage to hit the side of his shirt. The only thing namjoon cared about was geting hoseok out of the car. He pulled on his arm and hoseok to that last step out of the car. hoseok took a few steps and threw up over the grass not being able to go any further.

As hobi does so namjoon sticks his head in the bus. He looks to the back, his eyes find a sleeping jungkook who has not stirred since he fell asleep. Should he wake him and get him out of the car or leave him to sleep in peace. Namjoon decided to leave him there. He wasn't dirty and he seemed to be fine. He looked at all the members standing outside of the car. Taehyung was still throwing his guts up, and Jimin is sitting on the ground rubbing his tummy. Jin hyung is there trying to comfort both of them. namjoon should go help him with that but there are only four people outside the car. five including himself and he knows for sure jungkook is in the car.... so wheres yoongi? is he still in the car? why was he still in the car? if three members are feeling carsick there was a strong chance that he does too. even if it's just a little so why would he sit in a stinky puke-covered car? namjoon thought. he turned around and took a peek at the front of the car. yoongi was there motionless. (hehe motionless min) The only sign of life namjoon noticed was his heavy, brisk breathing. Namjoon walked over to him. "hyung?" yoongi didn't respond. yoongi looks sick in the face his eyes were also closed. He had handfuls of his pants grasped in his hands. " hyung" namjoon says again this time putting a hand on yoongi's shoulder. yoongi opened his eyes. " hyung do you feel sick?" namjoon asks holding on to the smaller man. " no" yoongi says quickly. Closing his mouth and breathing briskly out of his nose instead. Namjoon knew he was lying. His hyung usually did a better job of it though.

POV Yoongi

yoongi got lost in the commotion. He was also feeling sick. He knew one thing for a fact. This was not car sickness. This felt nothing like carsickness at all. He's had motion sickness for years in cars and planes and he knew the difference between feeling sick and feeling motion sick. first off he was light-headed and bloated. He'd eaten hours ago so why does it feel undigested in his stomach? Sure the motion of the car worsened it but he could definitely tell this was beyond motion sickness. His stomach was off. It felt extremely odd. He couldn't recall having this feeling before. The ride only heightened his nausea. It got worse when he heard the sound of vomiting. He didn't want to make things worse so he stayed quiet about how he felt. It was hard to do with three others behind him giving loud gags and stomach-turning retches. He knew that if he stayed calm and focused on staying calm with measured breaths he would be able to keep his lunch down. At least until they stop somewhere. Well, now they were. After sitting threw the sound of each member being dragged out of the car while either retching or vomiting, it was a little hard to keep his own stomach calm. It had gotten to the point where his breaths became desperate and panicky. This is how namjoon found him. Still sitting in the car breathing heavily. Namjoon was concerned his hyung seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack. This was surprising because yoongi is typically calm even in extreme cases such as this. This is also why he asked if his hyung was sick. Because that was the only way his hyung could be freaked out right now. Yoongi gave namjoon a look that said everything he need to know. namjoon understood. Yoongi never gives much or any eye contact so he knows this means something. namjoon rubbed yoons arm and guided him out of the car. there he found a seat on the ground beside Jimin who now sat up in the grass.

POV namjoon

All the members were accounted for. He could feel himself getting stressed so he took a second to lean up against the car. He had to figure out what to do next. On things were clear they were probably gonna miss their flight if they haven't already. He felt a headache coming on just thinking about how the heck they were gonna get the bus cleaned. His stomach felt a little odd. He took it and the headache that had formed as just a product of stress from the situation. he took a deep breath in and a deep breath out. Once he felt calmed he got up and walked over to jin hyung who was now beside yoongi. Jin was rubbing yoongi's back and asking him 20 questions to which he barely replied. He seemed annoyed. Namjoon interrupted the conversation to talk to Jin. " jin hyung, what are we gonna do about the car?" namjoon sits down on the ground in front of jin. jin looks at the car. the door was still wide open. he could quite literally see a drip of vomit falling out of the car creating various small puddles. it looked gross. " do we have any cleaning supplies at all?" jin ask. both namjoon and jin look at yoongi. yoongi was always prepared for anything. He always had just what they needed. " what?" yoongi says at the two looking at him. " I have nausea meds, meds for stomach aches and I have a pack of tissues but that's all I got," yoongi explains. " I guess those tissues will have to do," jin says. " namjoon facepalms. The three rise from the ground and follow yoongi. yoongi goes over to his seat and pulls out small plastic rapped tissues and hands them over to namjoon. " welp this is better than nothing at all I guess."namjoon says. " that essentially IS nothing at all" jin jokes. namjoon wasn't in the joking mood, the stress was really geting to him. He's gonna have to clean a heaping mess of vomit with a travel package of 60 tissues. This was going to be a painfully long day. He did the best he could with what he had.

It didn't get everything surrounding the seat but the seat itself was clean enough to sit on. which wouldn't make much of a difference when the three sickly boys were covered in vomit. It also didn't contain the putrid smell at all either. He just needs them to survive long enough to get to the closes gas station. Even a convenience store would do as long as they could get the mess cleaned up in the car. He finished up the car the best he could and caught the member's attention. " Hey, guys listen up! I cleaned the car, but it's still quite messy inside. Jin will drive us to the closes convenient store or gas station and we will do a better job of cleaning it. I also need someone to hit up our manager because were behind and still no one was near the airport so we're probably gonna miss our flight. There was moaning and groaning but everyone got up and prepared themselves to get back into the car. They sat right back where they were before. As soon as hoseok tried entering the car he caught a whiff of the smell and gagged dryly immediately. He and the others managed to get inside. They road with all the windows open.

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I decided to cut it here and just make a part 2

"I'll take care of him.. I don't want him panicking if he wakes up and none of us are there.." Yoongi gently rubs the cloth over the bottom of Taehyung’s foot. They say if your feet are cold you'll feel cold.. maybe it'll work to soothe his fever..

Taehyung whimpers in his sleep, Yoongi pulling away in case he is the cause, tensing when he continues to shake even after he stops. "Is he having another bad dream?"

"I don't think he's gonna get much sleep until we get his fever down. I don't think it's a nightmare though. His heart isn't going up.." Namjoon gently scratches Taehyung's back, trying to comfort him.

Taehyung clings to Namjoon, trying to get warmth from his leader. Namjoon pulls Taehyung close to him, brushing his bangs from his face. "I got Tae for now. You go eat. Okay? You're older, so you should eat first. You can come back after.."

Yoongi doesn't respond to Namjoon's words, pursing his lips together with his eyes closed tightly. He didn't believe Namjoon. It's not my fault he's sick, but it's my fault it's gotten this bad. He's so uncomfortable he can't even rest well..

"Hyung..Taehyungie wouldn't want you stressing yourself out over this. He loves you, you know? We all do. Don't be so hard on yourself." Namjoon says softly, poking Yoongi's side with his toes. "Hyung, please relax.."

"Let me do this, okay? I'll eat when his fever goes down. I won't be able to stomach anything like this.. please Joon." Yoongi pleads softly, looking into Namjoon's eyes.

Namjoon sighs. He's not going to back down. I know that look.. "Alright.. I'll go eat then come back." He leaves the room, letting Yoongi take his spot by Taehyung's side.

Yoongi takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes tightly. I don't deserve your love.. His heart raced in his chest, pounding in his ears. Taehyung's coughing in his sleep was the last straw, breaking the wall he was trying so hard to keep up.

Yoongi puts the cloth back into the bowl, wrapping around Taehyung's body, burying his face in his back as the tears flow down his cheeks. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry Tae..I s..sh..shou..ve..been a..g..go..good hy..ng..I..i.." his voice breaks into a sob, unable to get the letters to form on his lips.

Yoongi's chest ached as his heart throbbed in his chest, his breath coming out as short shaky gasps. Even with his eyes closed tight, he could feel the dark haze wash over him, making him dizzy and sick to his stomach. "I'm s.s..so..rr..rey.." he sobs in a low whisper.

Taehyung places his hands on Yoongi's arms, blinking slowly in confusion when he feels the tight grip around his body, hearing the agony in Yoongi's voice. Hyung is crying? Why? Please don't... don't cry..

Taehyung wanted to comfort him, but he could hardly get a breath in between the chest rattling coughs, giving him no chance to get any words out.

I have to stop.. I have to calm Hyungie.. he's.. he's really scared.. he's scared.. because of me..

Taehyung leans into Yoongi's chest, nuzzling underneath his chin to try to comfort him, but the Deagu rapper doesn't react to it. Yoongi was hardly breathing, his anxiety drowning him.

Taehyung bites back the urge to cough, forcing his voice to come."No..no scare..no scare.." he tried speaking, but his voice came out as a raspy whisper. "M..m..kay..I'm...kay.."

Yoongi hardly recognized Taehyung's voice as his, sounding young and vulnerable. Sh*t.. I woke him up.. I need to calm down.. I'm just going to make him worry..

"I'm o.. okayTae.." Yoongi pants, trying to slow his breath. His head was spinning, the blood pounding in his ears and his chest.."It's okay..it's okay.." he was telling himself as much as Taehyung, biting back a sob.

"Cry.. Cry don't.." Taehyung pleads when he hears Yoongi sniffling, trying to get his eyes to focus on his caretaker. "Hyung.. hyung.." His voice comes out as a desperate whimper, trying to think of something that could stop the tears from flowing down Yoongi's cheeks.

Yoongi forces himself to take deep breaths, trying to slow his breathing. Why can't I do anything right today? All I've done is make Tae feel worse...

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry..I'll..I'll stop.. jus..just.." Yoongi coughs, struggling to catch his breath. He squeezes his eyes shut, pursing his lips together.

Taehyung moves to face Yoongi, letting out a soft whimper when his muscles scream in protest, his fever making every movement hurt. He wipes Yoongi's cheek with a shaky hand, nuzzling underneath his neck once more. "Please..please.." He whispers, coughing after.

Yoongi holds Taehyung close, feeling his body trembling in his arms, his breath coming out as little coughs. "Are..are you okay? Can you breathe, okay?"He asks in a soft, worried tone loosening his grip on the ailing vocalist. "Ah..Sh*t.. Tae...?"

"Frozen.." Taehyung murmurs cuddling back into Yoongi's chest, unaware of how hot his body was. He buried his face in Yoongi's chest coughing hard, squeezing Yoongi's arm. "Hyung.."

"I know baby, I know.. we..We need to d..do some..thing about your fever.. do you think you can sit up and take some medicine for me?" Yoongi takes a deep breath, focusing all his energy on getting Taehyung's fever down. I need to pull myself together..I don't have time to feel sorry for myself.. whats done is done..

"Spin..spinny..sick..spinny.." Taehyung tries to think of the correct words to explain how every time he opened his eyes, a nauseating wave of dizziness crashed over him, making him afraid to open them. He didn't want to get sick. Not again. "Yoon..Yoon no..do.."

"Taehyungie.." Yoongi whispers his name, gently pushing him away. He didn't want to make him move, but he had no choice. It's almost insufferable to lay with him, and he can hardly speak.. I need to get some medicine in him.

"No..no..stay.." Taehyung tries to move closer to Yoongi, shivering violently.

"I'm staying here Tae, its okay, I'm right here okay?" Yoongi puts his hand on Taehyung's shoulder, reaching for the medicine bottle. "We need to try. It's okay if you throw it up.. its okay if you throw up before too.. we just need to at least attempt to get some medicine in you, your fever is getting out of control baby.. we need to bring it down.."

Taehyung doesn't answer him, making Yoongi's blood run cold. "Taehyung?" He freezes when he realizes that Taehyung hasn't been actually answering him. He's not processing what I'm saying.

Yoongi gently sits up Taehyung, tensing up when he hears him moan in pain. "I know.. I know.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.."

Taehyungs stomach lurched, gagging up nothing foamy liquid, clamping his hand over his mouth with a desperate whine. Yoongi quickly grabs the trash bin, moving behind Taehyung to support him.

"Hoba! Namjoon-Ah! Seokjin-hyung..! Jimin-ah!" He calls for everyone one by one until someone answers him. Namjoon and Jin rush in the room when he hears the panick in Yoongi's voice.

"Fu*k.. Taehyungie.." Namjoon sits on the bed next to him, rubbing Taehyung's back, eyes widening when he feels the heat coming off him before he even touched him.

"We need to get him to a hospital.." Jin sits on the other side of him, dialing on his phone with shaky hands. "His fever is way too high.."

Yoongi paces in the hallway by the waiting room. He didn't care about the people filming him and taking photos. All he cared about was the doctor returning to tell him Taehyung was okay.

Please, please let him be okay..

Yoongi wasn't religious, but since they entered the hospital an hour ago, he continued to desperately pray for Taehyung to recover.

"Hyung, you look really pale.. I think you should sit down and drink some water.." Namjoon tries to stop Yoongi, grabbing him by his shoulders.

"I'll sit after I see Taehyungie." Yoongi pulls away from Namjoon, stumbling forward when a wave of dizziness hits him. No.. no I can't be sick now.. they have enough to worry about..

"Woah, Hyung.. be careful.." Namjoon hugs him, letting Yoongi lean against him. "I think you're running a fever.. you're hot Yoongi.."

"I don't care.. I'll be fine.. I just need some fever reducers.. it's fine.." Yoongi's body doesn't agree with his words, the vertigo not fading, his knees buckling underneath him.

Namjoon helps him to his knees safely. "You need to see a doctor.. You might have caught what Tae has.."

"No.. no I'm..I'm just stressed. I'll feel better after seeing Taehyung.." Yoongi hears the sound of footsteps approaching, turning his head towards the sound, trying to stand when he sees the doctor.

"Taehyung-sii is stable.. the medicine worked to bring his fever down. He'll make a full recovery in a week tops." The doctor gives a reassuring smile.

Yoongi falls to his knees, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Woah hyung are you okay?" Namjoon kneels next to him.

"Taehyungie will be okay.. that's all that matters.." Yoongi finally let's himself relax, leaning against Namjoon.

"No, getting you okay matters too.. Doctor, could you please look at my friend here as well...?" Namjoon asks, finally touching Yoongi's forehead. "He's running a fever as well.."

Hoseok stares at his watch, it looks like he's gonna be late today. yoongi has a hand full of hoseoks shirt. No matter what hoseok says yoongi won't let go. hyung was never this clingy he must be feeling worse today. " hyung, I have to go" I can't miss any more days this week. " I'm not like you hyung, I don't work so long I practically live there. " If you hadn't worked yourself sick you wouldn't have this problem." Hoseok was practically dragging yoongi's body along as he walked closer and closer to the exit. Yoongi's stomach ached badly. His whole body ached but he didn't want hoseok to let go. He didn't want him to leave him. Yoongi whined. Partially from the pain in his body and partially from the pain of knowing he was eventually gonna have to let hoseok go. "hyung, please." hoesok's plead didn't stop yoongi from latching on tighter. Hosoek looked down into yoongi's watery eyes. Yoongi had let go, but not for the reason hoseok thought. He thought his hyung finally came to his senses but no. Something was wrong. Yoongi gagged into his hand wetly. Watery sick dampening his hand. Oh crap, he's gonna puke; now I'm really gonna be late, hosoeok thought. The movement of sliding across the floor like an infant must have jostled his stomach. Hoseok carefully hoisted the older up. yoongi felt lighter than he recalled. He must have lost weight by throwing up so many times over the week. he's gotta remember to tell taehyung to make sure he eats well today. Hoseoko managed to get him to the closes bathroom in the luxury apartment. There they stayed for a whopping thirty minutes. Hoseoks is so late. Yoongi didn't mean to make him this late, he didn't expect his stomach to revolt against him so soon after taking the meds for nausea.

After a long battle with nausea, his stomach eventually settled down. Hosoeok helped yoongi back to bed, bringing along small trash can just in case. " wait " yoongi says out weakly, holding on to his middle. "please rub my stomach before you go." yoongi guilt-tripped hobi using his puppy dog eyes. He doesn't use it often but he really needs a warm hand on his stomach. Hosoeok sighs and walks back over. He's not used to his hyung acting like this. Hobi sat on the edge of the bed for a moment and rubbed yoongi's tummy. Yoongi moaned in delight. It was when yoongi looked like he was about to fall asleep that hoseok got up to leave. Hosoeok gave yoongi a kiss on the forehead and got up. " I'm gonna go now hyung, the trash can is to your right and taehyung will be here in less than ten minutes call me if you need me. Hoseook closed the door behind him and left out the main entrance. yoongi rolled over in the bed. He was upset that hoseok left him. it wasn't long before yoongi's sadness was washed over with sleep. He sleep for an hour or so until he heard bustling in the kitchen. He sat up from his lying position on the bed. It was too fast. It causes a wave of dizziness to wash over him. He swung his legs over the bed and sat to the side. Picking up the trash can be low him. Feeling like he needs it. He rests his head in his hands as nausea picks up. His stomach swirls, and he feels it coming. He brings the trashcan closer and coughs into it. He feels sick but his body is taking so long to actually throw up. Just like earlier when hoseok was here. Oooh right hoseok's gone to hybe to work. He had forgotten and unintentionally made himself sad again.

Right as he thought about sticking a finger down his throat to speed up the process, taehyung walked and opened the door. Bringing in a strong scent of cooking food. That was enough to send yoongi's stomach over the edge. Taehyung had originally walked in with a smile plastered on his face excited to see his sickly hyung, but his expression changed when he walked. Seeing his hyung up chuck waterly chunks of beige. taehyung ran over to comfort yoongi. " hyung are you ok?" yoongi couldn't speak, his mouth was full and had a tingle that felt like another gag at the back of his throat. yoongi's stomach was In a knot and the sweet smell of food in the air was still making him queasy. Taehyung rubbed taehyung's back gingerly, telling him "it's ok hyung" as he did so. Yoongi's vomiting had finally started to tamper off. Once he was completely done, he laid his tired body back down on the bed. taehyung grabbed the trash can and emptied it out, replacing the small plastic bag inside. " I was gonna wake you up and bring you lunch, but, seen as your already up and you just threw up what looks like the rest of your breakfast I'll give your stomach an hour or so to settle down before bringing in food. Yoongi cringed at taehyung mentioning his throwing up and that the thought of eating anything right now makes him want to turn over and throw up some more. Yoon's whined. taehyung was bout to walk out but yoongi called out to him. " taehhhhyungggiee" yoongi knew taehyung's belly rubs weren't as good as hobi's but he needed relief, badly. "hobi hyung was right you are a big baby today taehyung giggled. " "scoot over I already know what you want." taehyung pulled out a note hoseok left him. It reads at the bottom, " ps. yoongi's probably gonna ask for lots of tummy rubs today.

Yoongi wasn't in the mood for games, he just wanted his stomach to stop hurting. He most likely threw up the meds hoseok gave him earlier and he knows taehyung is not going to let him get more meds until after he eats. Taehyung plops onto the bed, shaking it. yoongi cried out in pain when it jostled his entire body. " sorry hyung, I'm so sorry" yoongi was severely agitated. " my stomach tae, RUB IT" yoongi says in a low angry tone. Once tae settled on top of the bed. yoongi yanked. Tae's hand over to his belly. Taehyung began rubbing. yoongi balled up in pain and groaned. " you added too much pressure go easy on my stomach will ya?" yoons says, trying to relax and settle back in his place. Teahyung hadn't heard any more complaints so he continued. They stayed like that for a while until tae could feel yoongi squirm under his hand. Taehyung looked at yoongi. He thought he was sleeping but yoongi keep moving like he was uncomfortable. " are you ok?" tae asked stopping his hand on the older belly. " hm, stop asking so many questions rum my belly. Yoongi says. yoongi's body jolts. yoongi curls in on himself, holding tightly to his stomach willing the lower pain to stop. "hyung, do you feel sick? " yoongi doesn't answer he only whimpers and his body shakes. taehyung can feel himself start to sweat. he doesn't know what's wrong and he doesn't know what to do. " I'm gonna call hobi hyung," taehyung says nervously."

He fishes his phone out of his pocket and dials hoseok’s number. It rings several times and then goes to voice mail. Taehyung hangs up and tries again. Yoongi’s shivering like he’s cold and clutching his stomach so tight his knuckles are red. Taehyung calls the number reviewing it and making sure it was the right one and that he didn’t dial the wrong number by accident. Still nothing. He calls one last time. “ come on hobi hyung pick up” he murmurs to himself. Hobi finally answered. Taehyung sighs in relief when he hears the familiar voice pick up. “ hobi! Yoongi hyung is shaking and in a lot of pain he already threw up and I don’t know what's wrong with him.” Tae says. Hoseok was in the middle of a dance routine, he was sweaty and gasping for air but they were making progress. he decides to step out into the hall before answering taehyung's question. Hobi looks down at his watch. Have you given him more meds yet?" " no, tae answered. I was waiting till his stomach settled. I was gonna give him food and then the meds." taehyung explains. " ok.. uhhh, have you tried the bathroom?" hobi says. Taehyung was confused. " what do you mean? he has a trash can right-" " hobi interrupted him take him to the bathroom." " o..k?" tae answered. " bring the trash with you," hobi ads. "ohhhh" tae says now understanding what hoseok meant. tae does as he's told. " ok, tae says with a huff, I got him on the toilet." hoseok can hear yoongi groaning in protest in the background. " now wait, and keep an eye on him. to taehyung's surprise yoongi begins gagging into his open hand. "OH NO- " taehyung yells. Hoseok hears taehyung yelling and yoongi retching in the background. " GET THE BUCKET" hoseok yells getting a few weird stares from coworkers walking down the hall.

Hosoek hears a splatter, sounding like sick hitting the floor. Hoseok cringes, it doesn't sound like they managed to get the bucket in time. After a series of odd sounds, some sounding like taehyung's gagging to the phone is picked up from the ground and taehyung can be heard panting threw the phone's microphone. " you sound like you ran a marathon" hoseok says joking nervously. The thing sounds kinda back under control before taehyung sounds like he's going to say something but is interrupted by yoongi. It gets quiet on the phone. Hoseok can hear yoongi's voice now. "tae, yoongi gasp, I feel eeughh, yoongi gags. loud enough to pierce Hosek's ear drum. " keep the trash can in place for him he gets weak and can't hold- tae yells out OH MY GOD HYUNG!" hoseok feels useless listening to all the calamity going on in the other line but unable to do anything about it. "taehyung? tae? " hobi tries to get the other's attention. he just hopes he can hear him and that the phone isn't on the floor again. "I'm coming back home you guys sound like you need some help...." hobi says about to start walking to go get his stuff. " NO, no hyung I got it here everything is under control. " you sure cause you- I got it hyung don't worry, I got it." taehyung says. Taehyung says he has everything under control but hoseok can hear yoons whining loudly in the background. " well... ok then, I'll- I'll be home in a few hours tell hyung all be back before he goes to bed. Hoseok says before hanging up. taehyung hangs up too.

Taehyung, buts his phone away with his clean hand. He stares at the bathroom, it is covered in sick. His eyes travel over to yoongi, who's sitting hunched over with both arms covering his middle. He's obviously having a great time over there. Yoongi's in agony and his bowels are reaching havoc on him, it's luckily not as bad as it was yesterday but he still felt awful non the less. taehyung started grabbing supplies to clean the floor and walls, He wanted to hurry and clean it so the stench wouldn't linger for a second longer. Plus hobi was gonna kill him if he sees what happened to his squeaky clean floors. Taehyung started cleaning, and managed to finish just in time for yoongi to be done and ready to go back to sleep. " let's throw you in the tub first, " taehyung says. " tae off your clothes" tae says. Yoongi starts with his soaking wet shirt. It's currently making him the most uncomfortable at the moment. It stuck to his skin. it was hard to get off. it clung to his skin but he managed to peel it off. He retch a few times at the smell but he got it off and threw it weakly onto the floor. taehyung had turned on the tub and set the temp, warm but not too warm. He turned back to yoongi about to peel off his undergarments. " I'll give you some privacy, tae walks out, he needs to rewarm the soup he cooked for his hyung earlier anyways. When's back he finds out yoongi managed to muster up the strength to get in the tub by himself.

" Hyung after you're done here, we're gonna get some food in you." yoongi groans and rolls his eyes. "I know I know hyung but after you can have a nap". After the bath, yoongi dried off and put on fresh clothes. He now sat at the kitchen table. He was freezing and his hair was still damp. " hyung, the food isn't gonna eat itself" taehyung says trying to cheer his hyung up. Yoongi picked up the soon. His stomach still wasn't in the right place, he felt empty but nauseated. He managed down as many bites as he could, slowly, he put down the spoon and held on to his middle. He had to keep his food down long enough for the meds to actually work this time. He was tired of feeling queasy. " You've eaten enough hyung, let's get those meds and head to the couch. It was a struggle to get the meds down. yoongi had no idea why hobi asked the doctor to make it in liquid form, he could have easily swallowed a few pills instead. Taehyung carefully got the spoon to yoongi's mouth, he was hesitant. He opened him out taehyung put the spoon carefully inside than out. Yoongi hands his eye's shut tightly together. He lets the liquid sit on his tongue. He's trying too hard not to gag. He ends up gagging anyways. yoongi clamps his mouth shut with his hand. Taehyung worriedly moves closer yoongi stops him in his track waving him off. The hand that clamps yoons mouth shut is now traveling to his stomach, he holds it there. Tae watches as he swallows down hard. he gags again but he gets the medicine down.

They sit on the couch and pick out something to watch. Yoongi tries to ignore the whirling sensation in his tummy. Tae notices his struggle and snakes a hand over to his belly, yoongi pushes it off with no explanation. They sit on the couch for a while, it is almost time for hoseok to come and release taehyung from his duty of caring for the ill. Taehyung is slowly falling asleep but yoongi is having a hard time getting some shut-eye. His stomach is raging and he's unbearably full. he tapes taehyung. " tae? " Tae's still knocked out. "Tae!" Tae wakes up. "huh? yes, hyung?" " my stomach not doing soo well... I feel sick.." yoongi cuddles up against taehyung. yoongi's sudden clinginess caught him off guard. " do you wanna go to the bathroom hyung?" " yeah, "yoons answers. As they rose from the couch the door unlocked. It was hoseok entering, He was finally home yoongi thought. He'd run to him if he weren't feeling soo awful. "hello! hoseok says upon entering. " hows our the patient doing" the stoped was in place. "he's nauseous again." once hosoek walked up yoongi placed all his body weight onto hosoek, wrapping his arms around him. " he's awfully clingy today hyung" tae says giggling.

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