BTS SICKIES! ♡

"Hyuunggieee", Jungkook sings from the door, hurrying to open his shoes and coat. Hoseok looks up from his phone, " Jungkookie, you're back early?"

Jungkook scoots over, laying beside Hoseok, "Mhm, the others would come in few minutes too"

"Aahh that's great then, i'm starting to get bored being alone at home"

"Heheh, i'm sorry hyung, but the baby here needs special treatment. Can't get you jumping around doing choreography, can we? The baby will be mad at you", Jungkook reasons, making Hoseok chuckle. " Yah! you're all just happy i'm not there to make you repeat choreo over and over again"

"Noooo why would you think like that", Jungkook laughs.

" Hyung, can i?", he looks over his hyung, pointing at the older bumps. It's fascinating at his eyes how now it's become clear that Hoseok is pregnant and there's a baby in there. Hoseok smiles and nods, tugging his baggy sweater up a bit so it shows his stomach. Jungkook gasps, start rubbing it with his fingers lightly, "Hello little one .. what were you doing today?", he says softly, looking into the bump as if trying to feel a kick. Hoseok sighs, " Well this little one right here doing nothing except freaking out and making me throw up all day", Hoseok whines.

"Ahh.. hyung..", Jungkook sighs, "I see you're being difficult today hm", he mumbles to the bump again, placing a little peck on it that almost makes Hoseok shiver with the touch.

" Have you eat something at least hyung?", Jungkook asks, now shifting his position to lay near Hoseok's tummy after gaining a nod from the older as he still wants to talk with soon to be his niece or nephew. His hand still grazing there mindlessly, feeling it moves a little bit when Hoseok sighs.

"I have to drink some tea and crackers earlier. I don't know how long it will stay down this time", he responds. Jungkook hums.

A comfortable silence draped over them. Jungkook almost dozed off until he feels Hoseok's squirms, shifting his position that makes his hand falling from the older bumps.

" Hyung?"

"Oh, i'm sorry Kook-ah. Just want to change my position. Laying down makes me nauseous", Hoseok answers.

Jungkook blinks, sitting up, "Are you okay?", he asks as he could see colors draining from the older face. Hoseok musters him a tight-lipped smile, " Just usual nausea. Dont worry, I think this is just a fluke", he says in between his attempt to control his breathing, reassures Jungkook. "Okay..", he replies, not fully believing him but deciding not to ask for further information.

" Can i rub your tummy again or it will upset you more?", Jungkook asks instead, already rubbing circles on it. Hoseok chuckles, "Sure Kook, i wouldn't turn down an offer like that".

It didn't even last for more than 20 minutes until Hoseok holds his wrist. Jungkook looked up from his position laying on Hoseok's chest to see the older seems distressed. Jungkook sits up, alarm in his brain went on.

" Hyung? Is everything okay?"

Hoseok shut his eyes, exhales shakily, "No".

" I want to puke", he mutters, holding back a gag as he abruptly stands up and runs, more like waddles, to their shared bathroom. Jungkook's heart starts beating fast, worriedly going after him. He follows him, entering the bathroom before Hoseok even reaches the toilet and opens the lid. Hoseok was hunching over the toilet, holding onto his stomach. Jungkook stands next to him and touches Hoseok's shoulder.

" Hey.. you will be fine hyung"

Hoseok nods as he exhales another shaky breath, shuddered when he feels gross nausea settled over his body like a wet blanket. He could feel liquid start creeping up on his throat.

"Oh god, Kookie, i will be sick", Hoseok whimpers weakly. Not long after his stomach clenched, making him heave and bent his body further as vomits start gurgling from his lips. He could see the remnants of crackers he just ate plopping to the water below, and so is his tea.

He heard Jungkook gasp, the younger hands move to his waist to keep him steady and the other massaging his nape.

"Uurrkk-" He starts to feel hot all over when he retches again, spurting more liquid filling the bowl. He almost cries at the sight. He couldn't keep anything down.

Another vomit made it's way up, spilling past his lips. The liquid felt thick. Hoseok can taste it on his tongue, salty and sour with a bitter tinge of bile at the tip of his tongue.

" You're doing great, hyungie", he hears Jungkook say and sees tears forming at the corner of his eyes. Hoseok tries to give him a reassuring grin through all of the pain but fails.

His eyes sting as he continues throwing up whatever remains in his stomach.

It feels like hours passed by when he managed to straighten his body. His back aches at the amount he has been bent over to throw up today. Hoseok sniffles as he flushed the toilet, watching his effort to eat drain.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Kook. that was gross", he rasps in between breaths, feeling lightheaded at the moment. Jungkook shakes his head, smiling.

"Do you want me to call Yoongi-hyung?", Jungkook offers. He knows that the older feel horrible right now and maybe want his boyfriend to comfort him.

Hoseok shooks his head no, "No, I think he still busy, right?"

Jungkook nods, remembering the second oldest saying he had songs to finish tonight. "Nah, that means it's now your duty to cuddle me until i feel better, Kook-ah"

Jungkook laughs. "Okay.. I won't let you down then"

"The fact that i still throwing up even i'm on 6 months now is bullshit", Hoseok grunts the moment they are safely tucked in bed. Requesting Jungkook to placed a trashcan beside his bed, just in case.

"You can asks Yoongi-hyung to check up to the doctor hyung. Not gonna lie, you scare me earlier"

Hoseok chuckled, " I guess. i'm sorry, i know you never handle my morning sickness"

Jungkook nods, " It's alright though hyung. Now let's rest, i know you're exhausted"

"I've been resting the whole day, Kookie", Hoseok complains, turning to his side where his cheek touches the cold mattress.

They ended up cuddling, talking about anything and everything until Hoseok starts dozing off.

" You're sleepy, just go to sleep hyung", Jungkook giggles, looking at how adorable his hyung trying to keep his eyes wide open.

Hoseok huffs, shifting his position so he laying flat on his back, closing his eyes as one of his hand's grazings over his bump, "I want to but the baby here keep kicking", he exhales, " It makes me nauseous again"

Jungkook smiles sadly, "Let's sit up hyung. You feel like you're going to puke again?"

Hoseok closes his eyes, nodding his head slightly," I am", he groans, opening his eyes when he feels another kick. He lifts a shaky hand and places it over his belly, "This one really active huh", he chuckles tiredly.

Jungkook places the trashcan on the bed, that Hoseok gladly accepts and immediately hugging it tight.

Jungkook looks at Hoseok with worry in his eyes. "Is there anything i can do?", he asks worriedly.

Hoseok breathes heavily over the trashcan, before his shoulder rolls, making him gag and spits trickle of bile and saliva covering the plastic. Jungkook quickly moves, putting a hand on the elder back.

" Can you-", Hoseok manages to speak but a heave interrupt him, spitting some more vomit, this time more water, which made it seem worse, because Jungkook feels sick himself as well.

"Can you call Yoongi-hyung?", Hoseok says, wiping his mouth, before he dived his head into the trashcan again.

Jungkook nodded as he reached out for his mobile phone beside him.

After finding Yoongi's contact, he calls the older who picks up almost immediately, answering it in a heartbeat.

"Kook? Whats up?", Yoongi answers. " Are you okay? i can hear someone throwing up, is anyone sick?"

"Hyung, it's Hobi hyung. His morning sickness got pretty bad—", Jungkook pauses and winced when he heard the older retches beside him. His hand still massaging Hoseok's nape. Feeling it tenses everytime the latter gagging, "—and he wanted you to come home soon. Are you still busy?"

"I'll be back soon. Im on my way", Yoongi said. Jungkook could hear some shuffling in the background. " Can you take some ginger mint candy on the cupboard in the kitchen, Kook? Give it to Hobi, tell him to eat that. It usually help. I will go now", he adds before hanging up the call. Jungkook hangs up too. He turns to Hoseok with concern in his eyes.

"Is he coming soon?", Hoseok asked quietly. Jungkook sighs.

"Yes hyung, dont worry", Jungkook reassured.

Hoseok nods, before turning his head to the trashcan again. This time not throwing up, but coughing and panting softly. His back hurts from bending. He leans against the wall while rubbing his stomach slowly, letting himself calm down a bit. Jungkook watches him quietly, worriedly. " Is the baby still kicking?"

Hoseok hummed, before he grabs his hand, moving it gently, making sure he doesn't squeeze too hard or push too hard, and places his palm to his tummy skin, "Feel that?"

Jungkook gasps, a wide smile plastered to his face, "Hyung!! they are kicking!!"

"Mhm they are", Hoseok whispers tiredly.

" Are you done? You can rest if you do not feel like throwing up again. I can clean this", Jungkook offers. Hoseok shakes his head lightly, "No, not yet"

Jungkook retracts back, rubbing the older arms again, "I will get your candy, Yoongi hyung told me"

"Oh, yes please. Thank you, Kook", Hoseok murmurs, voice laced with relief and gratitude. Jungkook smiled, and walk outside. Quickly searching for the candy and take it , along with a glass of water. His heart break when he could hear Hoseok's newfound retches from outside. Jungkook bites the inside of his lips before entering again, this time with both the items in hand, "Here hyung. Drink",

Hoseok gratefully takes them both, placing the glass near his bedside table and opening the wrapper, "Thank you, Kookie. I'm sorry you had to see me like this, going far you had to taking care of me too"

"Don't worry about it, hyung", Jungkook says, "Just try to get some rest, yeah? It must be tiring for you", he said.

Hoseok nods, letting Jungkook to dispose the trashcan and putting the items on the nightstand. Then, Jungkook joins Hoseok to lay beside him under the blanket, pulling the covers over their bodies. Hoseok lets out a contented sigh, snuggling closer to Jungkook's warmth.

One of the parents had complained that their daughter wasn’t getting enough out of the class. Apparently, Jimin’s teaching style was not worth the money she was paying, and asked for his immediate removal, rather than questioning the motives of her child. In reality, the girl is a brat, always picking on the other students and never taking the exercises seriously. Jimin always made sure to create a positive and friendly environment for his students, but this girl takes advantage of Jimin’s kindness. He doesn’t blame her, really. She is clearly spoiled and acting out because dancing is not what she wants to do. And that’s okay. It is her mother who is forcing her into an activity that she hates, and on top of that, giving her everything that she wants regardless of whether or not she is deserving. 

When Jimin gets called into the boss’s office, he knows that this is the end. He knows that he is going to be let go. The mere thought of it brings tears to his eyes. Thankfully, his boss Hoseok is one of the kindnest, most understanding people in the world. 

Unfortunately, his hands might be tied. 

“Jimin-ah, you’re amazing, you are, and even though I believe you, we have to figure something out. I’m not firing you, but if she goes above my head and contacts my boss, I don’t think there will be much that I can do. Just, don’t stress, okay? We’ll figure this out.” 

And as kind as Hoseok was, Jimin didn’t heed his advice. 

On the bus ride home, Jimin is a puddle of tears, blood pulsing through his veins, making him ridiculously dizzy and worst of all, nauseous. Jimin wasn’t necessarily prone to motion sickness, but with the swaying of the bus, as well as all of his pent up anxiety from the fear of losing his job, he couldn’t take it. 

As soon as the bus stops, Jimin is off and running, his feet pounding against the pavement as runs to where his boyfriend is. Tears pour down his red cheeks, making it nearly impossible to see from how blurry they are. 

Jimin snatches his keys from his back pocket, his hands trembling from all the nerves. He can see the key that will open his front door, but his hands shake so much that picking it from the ring is incredibly difficult. 

The door opens, Namjoon having heard all of the ruckus Jimin had caused. 

“Baby? Jimin-ah what’s wrong? Baby.” Namjoon cups at Jimin’s cheek, the younger of the two still trying to find the right key. 

“J-Joonie, Joonie-hyung―” Jimin weeps, falling into Namjoon’s front side as he collapses. Namjoon pulls him inside, hoisting the fragile dancer into his arms as he kicks the door closed. “Baby, baby talk to me, please, what’s wrong?” 

Jimin sobs, his chest heaving as he tries to regain control of his breathing. 

“I-I c-can’t breathe hyungie―” 

“Look at me, baby it’s okay, I’m right here. You’re okay.” 

As Jimin’s sobs become more forceful, they start to morph into something more grotesque, his stomach leaping into his throat. 

Jimin starts to gag.

“’M, ‘m gonna throw up.” He weeps. 

Namjoon nods, trying desperately to calm his raging heart. 

“Okay, okay baby. Let’s go to the bathroom, okay?” 

Jimin’s voice cracks as he inhales with a wheeze. “O-Okay.” 

Namjoon carries a frail Jimin down the hall and into the bathroom, the younger man choking and sputtering beneath the palm of his hand. He tries to swallow down the bile in his throat, but it only makes his stomach feel sicker. 

Jimin nearly breaks his knee bones as he collapses in front of the toilet, gagging fruitlessly over the toilet, spit flying from his lips. He coughs, a small splash of the salad that he ate for lunch, trickling into the toilet. 

Namjoon whimpers, the hurt that he feels for his boyfriend, more than evident. 

“My Jimin, my poor Jimin-ah, what made you sick like this baby?” 

Jimin croaks, choking out a surprising torrent of vomit. His heaves echo within the porcelain, grated and broken. His retches are crackled and frayed with anguish, so loud that Namjoon can hear the damage that Jimin is causing to his throat. He heaves, his head almost hitting the toilet lid as his body jolts forward from the force of his sound. Jimin squeaks as another forceful round of vomit pours from his lips. He raises a shaking hand to flush but the effort takes far too much energy than his body is willing to give. 

“Baby, you have to calm down. You’ll only make yourself feel worse. I need you to take deep breaths with me. I’ll do it with you, here, feel.” Namjoon takes Jimin’s weak hand into his own, placing it against his chest as he exaggerates every breath. “Just like this, breath with me. In, and out, in, and out, yes, Jimin-ah, like that.” 

Jimin shivers, his breaths stuttered as he tries to follow the melody of Namjoon’s voice. Jimin has always loved Namjoon’s voice, so deep and tranquil. 

Jimin breathes out on a deep exhale, his voice still withered, raspy, from the vomiting. Namjoon pets at his hair. “Jimin, do you think you can stand? Let me take care of you.” 

Jimin mewls, shriveling up against the toilet. “I ‘on’t know... My stomach... it hurts...” 

“Do you still feel nauseous?” 

Jimin ponders the question for a moment. He shakes his head. 

“No, just, achey.” 

“Well let’s get you up. You need to rest. You’ve been working too hard.” 

Jimin winces as Namjoon cradles him, pulling him to his feet and flushing the toilet with his foot. 

Jimin giggles bitterly, tears sprinkling to life in his eyes. “Look at me, I’m so―”

“Don’t you dare. This is your body’s way of telling you that you need a break. Not only have you been going to school, but working with the dance team as well as teaching the kids? Baby, you pulling yourself too thin.” 

Did Jimin mention that Namjoon is a nurse in training? It’s a plus, but sometimes, his boyfriend’s knowledge can work against him. 

“I like working Joon-ah. I like to feel like I’m doing something.” Jimin mumbles with a pout. He is curled up on the couch, his hands tucked into tiny fists against his chest. Namjoon gets the tea going before draping a cover over Jimin’s small body. 

“You’re always doing something Jimin. When was the last time you had anything to eat besides take-home salads and protein shakes? When was the last time you slept more than five hours? You never come to bed with me anymore. I sometimes get up to check on you and you’ll still be practicing till three in the morning. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t have to get up at six in the morning to get ready to teach a class, not to mention that you have your own classes right after that. You’re tearing yourself apart and I’m not going to stand for this any longer. Tomorrow, you’re taking the day off.” 

Jimin gasps, a giggle spilling from his lips. He can’t really believe Namjoon’s audacity, but, it is also incredibly endearing. 

“Joon-ah, I can’t just―” 

“You are. You’re taking the day off tomorrow and so will I. I’m going to cook for you, erh, I’ll order in, and we can watch movies like we used to and... spend time together. I know this sounds selfish but, as much as I want you to rest for you, I want you to rest for me. I love you Jimin.” 

The tiny dancer laughs uncontrollably, his voice still tinged with pain from being sick, but he can’t help it. 

His boyfriend is so good to him. 

“I love you more, Joonie.” 

“Impossible. I love you most.” 

Jimin titters, pulling Namjoon in for a hug. “Come, rest with me.” 

Namjoon kisses his forehead. “After I finish your tea. When you feel better, do you think you’ll be able to tell me what made you feel so bad? You really scared me baby.” 

Jimin sighs, grazing Namjoon’s cheek with his thumb. 

“A mom at the studio. She says her kid isn’t learning anything in the class when really, her daughter is the one causing so much trouble. I don’t know what else to do. Hoseok-hyung said that he wouldn’t fire me but, if this mom complains again, it might be out of his hands.”

Namjoon frowns. “Have you had a talk with this mom? Has Hoseok?” 

Jimin shakes his head. “No but, she’s one of the studio’s best clients. Her whole family has trained there. This girl though... she doesn’t want to dance. I can tell Namjoon. She hates it there and so, she acts out. Now her mom is blaming me.” 

Namjoon nods his head. This is a tricky situation, and with Jimin’s job on the line, it’s no wonder that he suffered such a massive panic attack. 

“Why don’t we have a talk with this mom, and if push comes to shove, we’ll find you someplace else to work. You need to give yourself more credit. You are one of the most talented dancers I know Jimin-ah. Any studio would be honored to have you as a teacher.” 

Jimin groans, leaning against the pillows of the couch. “What did I do to deserve you...”

Namjoon smiles. “I should be asking you the same thing.” 

Suddenly, the smoke alarm goes off. 

“Shit.” Namjoon jumps to his feet to turn off the tea kettle. Jimin laughs, the joyous sound bringing a dimpled smile to his face. 

“This is why we are ordering in tomorrow.” He calls out, melting into the couch cushions as his body succumbs to sleep. 

Namjoon is right, he needs a break. 

As the other member bustled about the dorm to get ready for the day, they too took note of Jungkook’s listlessness. They gave both the eldest and the youngest questioning glances and was given the same response of Jungkook just being tired.

During dance practice, Jungkook’s listlessness was especially apparent. His moves were slow and clunky. In fact he almost ran into Jimin a couple of times. Vocal practice wasn’t much better. Jungkook was struggling to reach the higher notes that were normally easy for him to reach. His voice also lacked the usual spark that was there even if they were just running scales. It eventually got to the point that Yoongi told Jungkook to go to his studio to take a nap on the couch. Jungkook accepted and left the group shortly thereafter.

While the youngest was napping, the other six decided to confer for a quick meeting. “Do you think he’ll be alert enough for what we have planned this afternoon? He doesn’t even seem to remember what today is.” Hoseok said. 

“I think he’s just really tired. He did go to bed after the rest of us did. I think we should continue with operation surprise party.” Jimin had said.

After about thirty minutes, Taehyung went to wake up Jungkook to go get dinner with him before heading back to the dorm. It was his job to keep the youngest distracted while the others got the dorm ready for the party. When Taehyung entered the studio he found that Jungkook appeared to have just woken up.

When Jungkook woke up from his nap, he realized why he’d been feeling so off all day. He was sick. Upon waking, he had a headache and was starting to feel a bit nauseous.

Right after he had come to this realization, Taehyung entered the studio. “Hey Kookie, hyungs want us to go grab dinner for them and bring it back to the dorm.” “Okay, I’ll be out in a sec hyung.” Taehyung closed the door and waited for Jungkook.

Jungkook came out of the studio shortly, and he realized that he really wasn’t hungry for anything and that he’d probably puke if he tried to eat anything. He followed Taehyung to a pizza joint, where the got five pizzas. Jungkook also talked his hyung into getting some rice and chicken for a side.

On the walk home, Jungkook’s nausea was beginning to build. He started to take calculated breaths in hopes of staving off puking until he got inside. Puking all over the street would be far too embarrassing. The smell of the food was making it even harder for him.

Jungkook ran inside the second they reached the dorm. All of a sudden, all the lights were turned on.“HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK!” Jungkook was so shocked at the surprise party and the fact that he had evidently forgotten his own birthday, that the nausea had momentarily subsided. Only momentarily.

Hoseok brought out the cake and everyone started singing. Suddenly Jungkook’s stomach decided that it needed to be empty five minutes ago, so he didn’t even have time to find a trash can before he threw up all over the floor. Jungkook is a coughing and spluttering mess, trying to not puke anymore than he already has, and is failing miserably. Every time he thinks there might be a lull so he can dash off to the bathroom, or sink, or something, his stomach contract violently, causing more of the vile liquid to resurface.

Needless to say the other six members were completely shocked at the scene before them. No one had any inkling that Jungkook was sick. They all thought that he was just tired.

It had also, apparently, been a mistake to have Hoseok carry the cake. Being a sympathetic puker, Hoseok didn’t stand a chance against the maknae’s near projectile stream. Normally he would have some kind of warning so he could potentially remove himself from the situation, but this was not the case. Hoseok practically threw the cake at the nearest person in hopes of not puking on it. That person was Jimin.

Jimin had managed to take the cake from Hoseok mostly unscathed. There was now some smudging in the frosting, but otherwise the cake was safe. Jimin went to put the cake on the counter while the others tended to the two that were busy spilling their stomach contents all over the floor of the dorm.

Since Taehyung was right next to Jungkook, he quickly placed the food they brought home off to the side and grabbed the bucket next to the door that they keep their umbrellas in and emptied it out. He thrust it underneath Jungkook’s mouth during one of the brief lulls, and began rubbing his back in hopes of comforting the younger.

Yoongi decided to help out Hoseok. He grabbed a nearby trash can and during a lull, put the can in the younger’s arms and led him away from the room. Namjoon went to grab cleaning supplies, and Seokjin went to the medicine cabinet to find their thermometer and any other medicine they might need.

After Jungkook’s intense display, he quietly uttered the word “dizzy” and Taehyung helped lead him to the couch so he could sit down sooner rather than later. Jimin joined the other two maknaes on the couch and started combing his hands through the youngest’s hair in hopes of giving him added comfort.

It didn’t take long for Seokjin to return with his supplies, nor did it take long for Namjoon to return with the supersorb, towels, mop, and buckets. Taehyunng decided to help their leader in cleaning up, since there were two piles of sick and two people would get the job done faster.

The first thing Seokjin did was take Jungkook’s temperature. “Aish Kookah, you have a moderate fever of 101.2. Why didn’t you tell anybody you were sick?” Jungkook, who currently had his head on Jimin’s shoulder and was utterly exhausted from the physical strain of vomiting said, “I didn’t know I was sick. I honestly thought I was tired until shortly after the nap in Yoongi-hyungs studio. I also thought that I wouldn’t throw up until long after returning to the dorm.” Jungkook glance down for a moment before glancing back up to his hyung. “Hyung could you make me some soup please?” Seokjin nodded and went to the kitchen to start making soup.

Several minutes later, Namjoon and Taehyung had finished cleaning up the vomit and Namjoon decided to take his accumulated trash out along with the bucket the Jungkook had been sick in so he could hose it off real quick. Upon the slightly worried look from Jimin about whether that was a good idea, Yoongi and Hoseok had reemerged and Yoongi gave Jungkook a freshly changed trash can, while Hoseok went to help Seokjin in the kitchen.

Taehyung grabbed the pizza and chicken that had been discarded and brought it to the kitchen as well before going on social media to announce there would be no birthday vlive stream for Jungkook today as he had fallen ill. He then helped Seokjin and Hoseok put the soup into bowls. The three brought the bowls of soup into the living room and handed out the bowls to the various members and they turned on the tv to watch Iron Man.

“Sorry you had to get a stomach bug on your birthday Kook.” said Jimin solemnly. Jungkook just gave Jimin a look before eating another spoonful of soup and said “It’s okay hyung. I was so out of it today that I had forgotten that it was my birthday until we got back to the dorm and you all shouted ‘Happy Birthday’.” They all gave him a sympathetic look. 

Hoseok decided to break the silence. “Can you try to give us some warning next time you’re about puke, so we don’t have a repeat of earlier?” Everyone laughed at that because it was obvious that what had happened earlier was extremely sudden and they also knew that Hoseok was joking in hopes of lightening the mood.

3 months into pregnancy and Jimin has officialy declared that morning sickness is one of his mortal enemies. Let him tell you why ;

First, how it worsens his carsickness. There's not a single day that he not asks Taehyung to pull over before he stumbled down the car and opened the bag that has been crumpled on his hand to throw his breakfast—if he's lucky to digest one—or just retching biles. And this happens not only in the morning, but every time he stepped on the car. It was accustomed for him to have plastic bags everywhere he goes.

Second, his back start to pained with the amount of he hunched over to throw up in one day.

Third, it hits him every time and everywhere.

There was this one day, that was a hellish day for Jimin in his pregnancy. He was elated that morning since he managed to sleep through the night without having to wake up at ungodly hours. He grows happier when he managed to keep down 2 bread for breakfast and didn't need to open the bag during his trip to office. Even Taehyung looks at him with amazement as he park his car in the building, 'Woah, Chim. Has your morning sickness end? You haven't asked me to pull over and you eat breakfast?". Jimin grins ear to ear, "Right? Maybe our baby has grow tired of making me sick !! I'm so happy, Tae". Taehyung giggles as he pushes Jimin closer to him, " Okay, i hope it goes for the rest of the day", he says softly. He plants a forehead kiss when they part ways on the 5th floor, Jimin to Yoongi's studio to record and Taehyung to meetings room with Seokjin and Namjoon.

Jimin almost cheered in happiness when he managed to go through his work without needing to run to the bathroom—maybe a few gagging rights here and there. But not until he needs to puke though. He even managed to digest a full lunch ! He almost beams in happiness if he managed to survive one hour until 5 pm without puking. Almost.

4.45 pm, Jimin walks sluggishly through the hall on his way to meet Taehyung in the car. The younger has messaged him to let him know that he was already waiting in the car. Jimin slumps his back against the lift wall. His hand unconsciously rubbing his stomach as he could feel nausea pooled deep in there since 30 minutes ago. Maybe it won't turn into a puking session. Just usual nausea. That's what he thought. But apparently holding back nausea in the moving lift is crashing that hopeful thought. He brings his legs speedily to the car, didn't even greeted Taehyung that was startled by the sudden door opened before he curled his body on the passenger seat and hastily opened his plastic bag. A wet gag escaped his throat, triggering his stomach to clenched more before it sends a small trickle of vomit. Jimin's breath becomes quick-paced, either it because he just ran there or because his body tensing for preparation.

"Minie, you're feeling sick?", Taehyung softly asked as he turns his body to fully facing his boyfriend. His hands start rubbing the older curving back up and down. Jimin only could nod in response as his chest still heaving. He waits for a minute but nothing seems to happen even though his nausea worsens. He shut his eyes and pull the bag away from his mouth.

"Do you have any water, Tae?", he asks as he gulps down nauseated saliva in his mouth. Taehyung stretch his arm to reach his bag in the backseat. He was about to opened the cap before he heard Jimin retches, followed by a mouthful of vomit dropping to the plastic. Jimin squeezed his eyes shut as his body swayed forward again with the next heave and gurgling more of sick, making the bag on his grip pulled down as it getting heavier. Jimin keeps going, every retch is needed a lot of effort as his stomach clenched hard to drag everything up, leaving Jimin almost bent touching his knees. He send the last mouthful of his lunch up before he manages to lift his head and pants for fresh air.

Taehyung's hands move from his boyfriend's back to grab the water that Jimin asked before the commotion. Jimin shakily accepts it and rinses his mouth. He sagged back at the seat as exhaustion crashing him, 'Gosh.. Taehyung-ah, i'm tired", he mumbled weakly while he wipes his runny nose with his sleeves. Too tired to get a proper tissue. "I know baby. That was .. harsh. Do you think you're done?", Taehyung replied as he brushed the blond sweaty hair from the older eyes. Jimin looks down at the bag in his grip before he tied it, " Yes i think i'm done, for now". Taehyung hums and takes the bag for Jimin's hand to tossed it outside.

"Are you good to drive home?", Taehyung ask once he got back on his driver seat, looking at the exhausted boy beside him. " I'm fine, Tae. Let's go home. I can't wait to sleep", Jimin murmured. His eyes already half-closed. Taehyung moves his hand to placed it on top of Jimin's as he starts the engine and drives his car out.

Taehyung thought that Jimin already feels a lot better after puking earlier as the older seems calm and not puking or ask to pull over on the drive back home. Maybe because he was sleeping or at least, try to sleep. So don't blame him when he was surprised as Jimin suddenly stumbled to get out from the car the moment he pulls of at their apartment parking lot and squatted down with a bag already covering his face. Taehyung quickly turns off the car and jumps from his seat just in time when Jimin's retch echoes to his ear. He wrapped his arms around the latter shoulder, holding him back to completely fall over, looking at how he keeps swaying forward as his body following the motion of each heave that erupts.

"You're fine, Minie ..", Taehyung whispered. He grimaces at how harsh the retch that Jimin let out. It must be hurt. They stayed like that until Jimin's nausea tapered down. He managed to only bring up few mouthfuls of vomit—and it mostly only clear liquid and bile as he hasn't eaten anything. Jimin shakily stands up with Taehyung hands still wrapped safely around his waist, hands still clutching the bag. " Are you okay, baby?"

"I'm so nauseous, Tae', Jimin croaked out. His voice down one pitch as his throat still burning from all the dry heaving and puking that he had. "Let's go to our apartment so you can rest properly, okay?", Taehyung says as he guided his boyfriend to walk slowly.

"Do you want me to bring that plastic, Chim?", Taehyung eyed the plastic bag that filled with earlier vomit on Jimin's hands. Jimin shakes his head, " No, i think i will need it again"

Taehyung brushes his boyfriend's hair as the wind rustling it, "You're feeling that bad, hm?"

"Very, i think this is the worst one that I've ever felt"

Taehyung tightens his arms around Jimin as he speaks, "It seems like i need to give some father talk to our little one there, hm?", gaining giggles from the latter that immediately rubbing his tummy. "Don't do that, what if they become more upset?"

"Then that's your problem", Taehyung says nonchalantly making him got shoved on the side. He laughs as he pressed the lift button. They wait since it still on the 15th floor and seems like it stopped on every floor. Taehyung turns his head when Jimin pull away and leaned to the wall beside the lift door, " Chim why—"

Taehyung's question got cut off when he sees Jimin opened his bag and burp wetly into it, again. Sounds of liquid plopping against the plastic could be heard immediately. He sighs and walks over there to massage the latter nape as Jimin sends what seems like more of his food to the bag. This round is more productive than earlier as Taehyung could see the bag rapidly got filled. He pats his boyfriend back when the older chokes and sputters in between his puking session.

Jimin groans when he finally managed to lift his head and spits the remain thick saliva from his lips, "Fuck .. i feel so bad, Tae"

"Our baby is really being a rebel, huh?", Taehyung snatches the half-filled bag from Jimin's hand and throw it to the nearest bin, just in time as the lift ding "Let's go? I know you want to rest quickly"

Once they stepped into their comfortable apartment, Jimin moves fast to change his clothes and clean his face since he can't bear holding himself straight for anymore longer. His whole body hurts and there's nothing he wants more rather than curled in under their blanket. He let out a relieved sigh as his head hit the pillow. He was ready to close his eyes when the bed dipped as Taehyung sits on the side, "Minie, you must eat something first. You were just throwing up a lot. Our baby needs their energy"

Jimin pouts and turns his body to face his boyfriend, "I think i can settle for banana instead? If i eat something heavy i will throw it back up,Tae .. i still feel so nauseous"

"Okay, i think that's a good one. I will grab it for you", Taehyung says as he stand up after he plants a soft kiss on Jimin's forehead, " is there anything else you want?"

"My antiemetic meds too. I already want to puke again", Jimin mumbled. Taehyung hummed an okay before he retreats to the kitchen.

Jimin managed to keep down banana and few crackers, along with his meds too in hope that at least the light dinner stays down the whole night. "Sleep well, Minie. I hope our baby gives you chance to take a full rest tonight. Well, he should as he already tiring you out the whole day'', Taehyung mumbled as he plays with Jimin hair , lulling the older to sleep. Jimin giggles and nuzzled into Taehyung's embrace more, 'I hope so too baby"