#sick!yoonmin

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Jimin wasn’t feeling good.

He had complained of a fever earlier on in the day, his skin unnaturally sticky and his cheeks vividly flushed despite the fact that he had just woken up. His belly was more solid than usual, heavy with something he couldn’t name, and his head was constantly spinning without his body following suit. To be honest, Jimin felt awful, and in truth, he thinks it might have something to do with their dinner from last night.

The boys had ordered in after an exstensively long dance practice. They were too tired to move, let alone leave the dorms to find something good to eat. The food was delicious, fresh and hot even as it arrived and Jimin didn’t hesitate before digging in and getting his fill.

Something that he regrets terribly now.

The idol’s stomach is beyond irritated, gurgling and bubbling in displeasure as it works hard to break down whatever’s inside. As a dancer, Jimin has become accustomed to his body’s natural signs of passing his limits. He was taught long ago to take warm showers, as the water will soothe the ache of his muscles and loosen the tension beneath his skin. He thinks it might help with his stomach so, he makes the attempt.

But just the simple bustling and moving about that it takes to get to the shower has made Jimin queasy, nauseous even. The water should be relaxing as it melts away his pain but instead, it’s too hot. Steaming. The mixture of hot water along with his dreary fever has Jimin woozy and suddenly, gagging uncontrollably as his stomach seizes at the attack of burning hot water.

Jimin feels his stomach lurch before everything fades to black.

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Yoongi is padding down the hall when he hears a sickening thump beyond the door of the bathroom. The spritzing of the shower head was almost enough to cover the dreadful sound but thankfully, Yoongi has always had a good ear.

The rapper knocks, not too worried as of yet. It was probably just a bottle of shampoo or conditioner that fell from the caddy. Nothing to fret over, that is, until he hears what sounds like someone choking.

Someone like Jimin.

Yoongi nearly breaks the door as he slams his way into the bathroom, more than thankful that the younger idol forgot lock the door. The sight that greets the rapper is enough to make him sick.

Jimin lies on his back, his eyes closed and the shower curtain curled around his bare form, vomit on the tiles and on his front side, still leaking from his mouth. Yoongi doesn’t think twice before turning off the boiling water and hauling Jimin into his arms.

Yoongi doesn’t even have time to panic as he throws caution to the wind, only focusing on Jimin and Jimin alone. He carries the unconscious boy to the toilet, holding his head up by his forehead and patting his back as gently but as efficiently as he can.

“G-Get it up baby.” Yoongi stutters out, his nerves finally catching up to him as Jimin remains unmoving, puke pouring from his lips with every hit that Yoongi lands to his back. Without warning, Jimin’s eyes flutter open, the cool air against his freshly wet body shocking him awake.

He begins to cough and choke, startled by the clogged feeling in his throat, as well as the thick acid that rushes out of him. Yoongi’s breathing is heavy as he pats Jimin’s back even harder, the boy in his arms now crying.

“You’re okay baby, you’re okay. I just need you to relax, okay? I know it’s hard but I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” Yoongi says every word like it’s his last and Jimin can’t help but to whimper as he reaches loudly, the undigested food that made him sick now pouring out of him like a running faucet.

Soon, Jimin is left empty and dry heaving, his body still wet and freezing cold. Oddly enough, the feeling is somewhat welcome since, it is a good contrast to his ongoing fever.

The dancer pants gruffly, his stomach still jerking and aching beneath his palm. Yoongi combs a hand through his hair, kissing his cold shoulder lightly as he comforts the ill boy with his touch. Yoongi sighs.

“You scared me Jimin. Why the hell didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling well.” The words are harsh and heated but, Yoongi’s tone is anything but that. In fact, he is calm and keeping a leveled head as he holds the dancer close, touching him softly. Jimin whines.

“I’m so sorry... I thought it was just something I could fix with a warm shower... like any other pain but... I think I might have a stomach bug or something...” He croaks, his bottom lip trembling and his stomach still cramping. Yoongi places the palm of his hand to Jimin’s forehead.

“You’re burning up Jiminie.” He says gruffly before making to stand. Jimin’s eyes widen at the sudden distance but, all Yoongi does is grab a towel from the cabinet before wrapping Jimin up and kissing his hair.

“Let me run you a bath. Do you think you’re done?” He asks, not wanting to call attention to the boy’s previous puking session. Jimin swallows thickly, wincing at the vile taste before nodding and spitting into the toilet bowl.

“Yes...” He snivels. Yoongi nods before flushing the toilet and helping Jimin to stand. Together, the two make their way to the bath. He ushers Jimin to sit on the lid of the toilet, the towel wound tight around his shaken up form as he runs a warm bath that is comfortable enough to sit in. Once the tub is filled, Yoongi helps Jimin to his feet, ignoring the way the younger’s cheeks flush as he removes his towel and steps into the tub. Jimin shivers with a smile, one that makes his eyes crinkle beautifully. Yoongi’s heart skips a beat. The rapper ignores that too.

“It’s cold hyung.” Jimin giggles. Yoongi rolls his eyes with a small smile tugging at his own pouty lips.

“That’s because your fever is out of this world. And it’s not. The water is warm. You must be really sick Minnie.”

Jimin sniffles, allowing the bubbles to float upon the surface of the water. Yoongi sits on the tiles beside him, pretending to look at his phone even though the shade of pink on his cheeks betrays him.

Jimin is struck with an idea.

Before Yoongi can even react, a clump of bubbles bursts into view, sitting atop his button nose and making him blink repeatedly at the tickly feeling. Jimin’s laughter bounces off of the bathroom tiles and Yoongi thinks it would make a pretty song.

“You don’t have to stay hyung... I’m fine now, I swear.” It’s kind of true. The room temperature water has done its duty in soothing the pain of his stomach away, and frankly, Jimin hates feeling like a burden. He doesn’t want his hyungs to fret or worry about him when they don’t have to.

But Yoongi just flicks the bubbles away, his nose scrunched up as he tries not to laugh at the cute boy’s antics.

“I’m gonna stay in case something happens. Don’t want you passing out again and drowning in the tub.” He jokes but, beneath his words is an underlying truth that scares the hell out of him and Jimin.

Jimin nods, his cheeks a shade of strawberry, a color that has nothing to do with the heat of the water. He leans over in the tub, water spilling slightly over the brim before he places a kiss to Yoongi’s hair. The rapper nearly drops his phone at the chaste and quick press of the other’s lips. He looks up to find Jimin staring blankly at the water, his lips curled and his eyes sparkling.

“I’m sorry again, hyung.”

Yoongi nods, the pace of his heartbeat so fast he is sure the other can hear it.

“Next time, you tell me when you’re not feeling good, alright?”

Jimin nods without hesitation, a melodic giggle trickling from his lips. “Alright.”

Yoongi snatches up a bottle of shampoo, lathering the fragrant concoction in his hands before massaging the soapy wash into the dancer’s hair, making him smile and coil up in the cooling water.

“I care about you, you know that right?” Yoongi says, knowing he would rather be caught dead than letting the others’ hear him speak like this. Even so, it’s true. Park Jimin has a special place in his heart and he would like to keep it that way. That means, the boy needs to take care of himself and his health no matter what.

Jimin nods, swirling the water with his fingertips and avoiding Yoongi’s firm gaze. “I know. I care about you too.”

Yoongi gives a curt nod. “So that means, the next time you feel sick, you let me or any of the others know before it gets this bad. If I hadn’t been walking by when you fell... you... Jimin you could have really hurt yourself.”

Jimin sniffles, his eyes burning and his throat irreversiblely tight. He nods. “It won’t happen again hyung.” He promises, looking up at Yoongi with those big, bright, gorgeous brown eyes that they have all come to know and love.

Yoongi nods once more before kissing Jimin’s nose, making the dancer giggle in surprise.

“It better not.”

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