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주제와 관련된 더 많은 사진을 참조하십시오 \”Nightmare\” SKZ Bang Chan FF. 댓글에서 더 많은 관련 이미지를 보거나 필요한 경우 더 많은 관련 기사를 볼 수 있습니다.
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TW: EMETO!! If this bothers you or triggers you please don’t read. I don’t want my writing to upset anyone. I write these to comfort myself.
(Stray kids sickfic)
SUMMARY: Chan believed that he missed out on the sickness bug that cycled through the rest of Stray Kids, but he spoke to soon. On the plus side he has amazing friends who would even suffer to help him. Lil bit of Fluff, Lil bit of angst.
This is my first fic I’m posting, and it’s really nerve wracking lol. Please, if I’ve written something wrong, call me out on it, because for the life of me that scares me lol. I’m not the best at writing these kinds of things yet, because I’m still testing the waters of what I find comfortable to write/how explicitly I can describe things etc. But please bear with me, I’m still learning haha. Enjoy!
This isn’t the best because I kind of winged it so just fair warning.
Also I wanted to tag @sick-skz and @bttwenty-whump for being two accounts that have inspired me to create this one. Thank you so much for giving me the courage to actually do this and I highly recommend checking out their accounts because the ops are so nice as well as talented.
WORDS: 2000+ because I type copied from a word document and edited it along the way so word count is uncertain now.
TW: EMETO!! If this bothers you or triggers you please don’t read. I don’t want my writing to upset anyone. I write these to comfort myself.
Sickie: Bang Chan
Caretaker: Briefly Minho, briefly Changbin, Felix. And mentioned OT8
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The fatigue had begun two days ago, and the muscle aches had begun earlier that day, but in the grand way of Bang Christopher Chan, he paid it no mind. He had been sat in front of his computer for the past few hours, with a checkered blanket draped around his shoulders and the hood of his signature black hoodie pulled up. As usual, work prioritised itself over his own wellbeing. So what if he felt a little under the weather?
He ignored the vague gnawing feeling in his stomach, he ignored the pounding of his head, he ignored everything in his body begging him to stop and rest. His drive to please far outweighed his drive to rest. It was his natural state of being. Where the others all went to bed, Chan continued to work himself to sleep. Sometimes he fell asleep at his desk, but he was used to being tired by now from endless late nights, that’s why the fatigue that plagued his body confused him at first, but he put it down to the lack of sleep catching up with him. That wouldn’t stop him though.
The muscle aches had set in afterwards, and a small voice in the back of Chan’s brain had told him it was probably a good idea to get some sleep, but the voice that told him Stays were depending on him were far louder and he abandoned the idea of taking a nap. Even when he began to periodically get really hot and then cold, despite the room temperature being a stable twenty one degrees Celsius, didn’t faze him. Chan was as stubborn as a mule at best, but when he was sick, he became more determined to push through it. For Stays and the other members’ sakes.
He’d just finished the first half of the bridge of a song he’d been working on for the past few days when his stomach suddenly lurched, and Chan had no choice but to stop what he was doing. The time was late, very late. In fact, it was almost two in the morning. The others had gone to bed hours ago.
The boy breathed in through his nose deeply, and tried to continue but the nausea was overwhelming. Instead, he sighed and decided that maybe it was due time he gave it a rest and that an early night wouldn’t hurt. He hugged the blanket around himself and heaved his aching body up and out of his chair, and leaned to save his work and log out, except a wave of dizziness overcame him and Chan found himself sat on the floor with the room spinning around him, going in and out of focus.
It made him panic a little, but that might have been due to the fact it was now becoming apparent to Chan, that he was, in fact, coming down with the bug he’d thought he’d avoided from when the rest of Stray Kids came down with it last week but he hadn’t. He’d thought he’d got lucky, but of course he had to jinx it and speak too soon.
Slowly, the room began to stop spinning and Chan could finally move his head without feeling like he was about to hurl. Carefully, he got to his feet and saved his work, and switched off the monitor. He turned the lights off as he went back to the dorm, where he would have to try and not disturb Minho, Hyunjin and Seungmin. He knew how they all disapproved of how hard Chan worked himself, and if anyone found out that he was sick and still working, he would get a telling off or two for definite.
The leader made his way to his respective dorm, pulling the blanket off his shoulders as he suddenly felt really hot. He tried not to think about how that was a telltale sign of a fever.
When he arrived, the room was full of the sound of the boys sleeping, which meant Chan could breathe a sigh of relief to himself as he tiptoed past Seungmin to his bed and slid into it. He felt his body sink into it welcomingly, the muscles in his body making him feel as if he were heavier than he was. Without much prompting, Chan’s eyes slid shut.
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Morning light flooded the dorm room and Chan grumbled in protest, throwing an elbow over his face and gripping his duvet to his chin. Despite having woken up shivering with cold, Chan found that he was slightly damp with sweat. His head was pounding though, and the light didn’t help. But Minho, who’d thrown the curtains open, wasn’t having any of it.
“Chan hyung, no one wants to have to get up this morning but it’s 10am and we have things to do. It’s your fault that you always stay up so late.” Minho scolded. Chan felt too awful to really process his words, but he did feel guilty.
He didn’t respond because it felt like his body had been driven over by a truck multiple times. His body was aching, his head hurt, and most predominantly, if he opened his mouth now, he wasn’t sure whether words would come out or if vomit would. However, despite all of this, he tried to sit up against his body’s protests.
Minho was standing in front of his bed now, with his arms crossed. Apparently he hadn’t woken up in a great mood. Chan felt guiltier than he would usually feel at Minho’s occasional grumpy spells, and gulped back a gag, muttering an apology. Minho seemed to notice something was wrong right away and confusion entered his expression. The leader didn’t usually take Minho so seriously when he was like this.
“What’s going on?” Minho frowned. That was when he noticed how rough he looked. Sweat clung to his for head and dampened his hair. Dark circles under his eyes were always a subtle feature of Chan, but now they appeared darker than usual, but that could have been because the pallor of his face had paled a good few shades. He didn’t look well at all and Minho immediately felt bad for reprimanding the eldest.
Chan waved a hand dismissively, trying to signify that he was okay without having to utter anything, because his stomach was really starting to turn on him now. Before he could even try to stand, Minho was in front of him and putting a hand to Chan’s forehead. He sighed unwittingly at the coolness of the second eldest’s hand.
“You’re burning up! How long have you been like this hyung?” Minho quizzed in alarm. Chan shrugged wearily in response, his mind in a fog.
“Not lo- ugh!” he was cut off by an unproductive gag, and caused the boy to jump to his feet, slapping a hand over his mouth.
“Are you-?” Minho trailed off, stepping back in surprise but Chan just squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, desperately trying to keep the contents of his stomach down, shook his head at the failure, and sped walked to the bathroom, where Changbin was residing, brushing his teeth.
Chan fell to his knees in front of the toilet and allowed the nausea to take over from here. It wasn’t long before he gagged again, and the twenty two year old heaved up last night’s dinner. He heard Minho say something to Changbin and then felt the latter’s hand between his shoulders, rubbing the length of his spine.
“So I guess you got what everyone else had last week, huh?” Changbin asked, his voice full of sympathy.
Chan coughed up more of his stomach contents, which splattered audibly into the bowl as Chan squeezed his eyes half shut with the effort and didn’t respond. They both knew it was the truth anyway. Wave after wave continued to overwhelm him as he retched up more streams of the vile stuff, but after his fourth productive gag, his stomach decided that was enough for now. However, despite having stopped, Chan couldn’t stop staring down into the toilet bowl. It was with mild surprise when he found himself shaking with sobs. The rational part of his brain told him this was normal, but the larger, sickness affected part made him feel extremely vulnerable and ashamed, and he found that he couldn’t look at Changbin because of this. He felt totally pathetic because he was meant to be their leader. But he was sick, and was upset about it.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Changbin looked surprised at the leader’s emotional state.
“I don’t – want to be sick like this, we have things to do. I need to be WORKING,” Chan sobbed. It didn’t help his already unstable stomach and his arms around the bowl as he threw up another two times.
“It’s okay, you’re sick. You’re human too and you’re not invincible hyung. You really need to take care of yourself more and not work yourself too hard, it’s great but we love you just as you are, you don’t need to be better and you’re allowed to be sick and vulnerable sometimes,” Changbin sounded both exasperated and sad to hear how upset Chan was. “Do you think you’re done for now?”
Chan spat and nodded, flushing the toilet and sat up. He blinked tears away from his eyes and wiped his cheeks clumsily with the back of his hand. Changbin tucked a finger under Chan’s chin and made him look at him. He examined his condition, and at his slightly unfocused, glassy eyes.
“Definitely feverish,” the younger muttered, “Do you need any help up?”
Chan shook his head adamantly and attempted to get to his feet himself, but a dizzy spell washed over him, which didn’t tip his stomach over the edge again, but it did make him fall back down. For some reason, this upset him and he began to sob again.
“Oh hyung,” Changbin sighed sympathetically at his elder’s fragile state, “It’s okay. Are you alright?” Changbin hovered, looking uncertain.
“I don’t – I- I’m not-,” Chan stuttered, his mind getting confused between English and Korean. He didn’t realise that he was this sick, even though he remembered that when Felix had had whatever this bug was, Felix would often get confused with what language he was talking in too.
“Should I go get Felix?” Changbin asked softly. Chan nodded and Changbin disappeared. Minho stood in for Changbin’s absence, patting Chan on the shoulder and cracking his knuckles nervously from being unsure on how to comfort the sick boy. But he tried all the same and if Chan wasn’t so dizzy, he would be smiling.
Less than five minutes later, Changbin returned with Felix and a glass of water and fever reducers. He helped Chan take the pills. The leader’s head was pounding still and overall, he felt extremely miserable.
“I heard you weren’t feeling very well,” Felix crouched beside the other aussie line member, and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.
Chan nodded and silently allowed Felix to help him to his feet and back to his bed, grabbing the empty bathroom bin while he was at it just to be safe. The leader laid down in bed and curled on his side. He felt rather weak and lethargic.
Minho and Changbin then left to go explain the situation to the others.
Chan looked up at Felix from under his bangs. His duvet was wrapped over him like a burrito and his eyes were unfocused from the fever. Felix made a mental check to gather supplies if Chan decided to take a nap, but at the moment he didn’t feel like leaving him.
“You don’t have to stay with me,” Chan murmured sadly, seeming to read his mind. He knew that Felix wasn’t the greatest with vomit and dealing with his vomiting self would mean that the younger would suffer too and Chan didn’t want that.
Felix just shook his head and chuckled. “Whatever happens will happen, but I want to stay with you mate. Remember how you’ve always been there for every one of us whenever we’ve been sick or struggling with something? Well you deserve to be treated the same. It can’t be easy dealing with that, especially last week when the rest of us were sick.”.
Chan hid his face in his duvet, a stupid tearful grin hidden in the dark briefly distracted him from how awful he felt. “Stop that, I’m already emotional because of this fever, please don’t make me cry anymore,” his muffled voice spoke into the fabric.
“Okay I won’t. But I’m still staying bro.” Felix laughed and stroked Chan’s hair tenderly, but pulled back a little when he felt how hot the elder’s skin was. “I will however, need to get a wet cloth and a thermometer at some point, you could fry an egg on your forehead.”
Chan suddenly pressed his face into his duvet harder, which Felix picked up on.
“Are you feeling like you might be sick again?” Felix asked, mostly concerned but I little anxious for himself since he didn’t know how he’d be affected.
Chan nodded slowly, taking the duvet away from his face as his stomach continued to flip and spin from within him. “Yeah. I’m sorry you can really leave if you need to.”
Felix paled at the thought but but shook his head adamantly. “Don’t worry about me, you’re the one who’s sick. I would sit up if I were you though, if you’re feeling like you’re going to vomit.”
The leader eased himself into a sitting position, and cringed as his stomach cramped up. Felix held one of his hands and reassured him that it was okay, and then passed him the bin. He didn’t budge from where he was sitting either and instead sat closer, rubbing Chan’s back as he weakly fought the nausea. However, with a small burp, he threw himself forward and his stomach contents spilled from his lips and splattered into the bin in a wave. Which was then followed by another, the waves gradually getting smaller since there was only so much a person could throw up.
Gags ripped through him and his stomach grew sore as his stomach grew emptier, but Felix’s presence prevented Chan from getting too upset. He did cry more, but Felix was always there to wipe his tears away when he needed to, and the others came in every so often to help comfort Chan or bring medicine, water or food, when he could stomach it. It really helped to know that the other members had his back however, and it made the ordeal a little easier. Although it still sucked, because getting sick always did, but Chan was lucky to have seven other people by his side all willing to support him when he would do the same and more for them.
Felix remained a constant for the rest of the bout of sickness. It was hard for both of them but they were always there for each other, and the mutual comforting made it much easier to tolerate when Chan continued to get sick for the next few days, and when his fever went up to the point where they were considering going to the hospital, and when Felix had to fight off his own sympathy. Neither or them were the kind of people to just leave each other when one of them was suffering, none of them were. And that’s what made everything okay.
Wow I actually did this. I can’t quite believe it because it’s such a nerve wracking thing for me. But I hope that whoever reads this enjoys it and please send me requests! I’d absolutely love requests and to be able to experiment with tropes and stuff!
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dudadragneel · 6 months ago Text Okay, so here is a fun fact about me that no one asked for. (TMI) I have a very sickfic oriented brain, really. I spend the whole day thinking scenarios that I hardly write down and then I regret even being born because I sometimes forget really cool stories (been there, done that). Back to the start, my brain is so sickfic oriented to the point where reality mixes with dreamland and creates very interesting scenarios. One of these days, while I was sleeping my rhinitis decided that it was okay to block one of my nostrils and my mouth started to fill with saliva, and started drooling. Which means = I was out of breath (I thought I was dying, but that’s normal) and drooling. THE RESULT = my brain decided to put Stray Kids in one room, like a pajama party/sleep over, and then Hyunnin started to feel weird, like out of breath, but no one was really concerned and one of the members (have absofuckinlutely no idea who) noticed and started to help him. He gave him his hand to give him support to try to get up or just so he could ground himself and try to breathe normally. But at the same time his mouth started to fill with saliva (he didnt exactly feel nauseous but also didng want to keep swallowing that) so he just started to drool and spit tk let out all of that saliva. And like, that was it. My brain turned my agony into a really cool sickfic. And now I dont know if I can write it as well as I dreamt it 🤣🤣🤣 I just wanted to put this here because my life is a living comedy. #sickfic#sickfic ideas#stray kids sickfic#stray kids emeto#kpop sickfic#kpop emeto 5 notes · View notes
comfortatz · a year ago Text maybe mixing cake and a huge cup of a sugary latte wasn’t the best idea. jisung’s stomach sure didn’t think so. it was currently disagreeing with what all jisung put in it, making him feel queasy. the latte was to fuel his attempts at finishing his essay. he had agreed to meet up with hyunjin in the student center after the both of them complained about schoolwork driving them insane. it was better to suffer together than to suffer alone. the cake was being given away by some org that jisung really couldn’t care about, but he wasn’t one to turn down free cake. hyunjin had given him a disgusted look when he saw what jisung had brought, knowing well that jisung could only tolerate the taste of espresso if it was mixed with so much sugary flavors that he could barely taste it anymore. he also knew that jisung had a tendency to drink his lattes at a concerning speed, often resulting in upsetting his stomach and hyunjin having to listen to him complain about it. after eating the cake and chugging a good portion of his latte, jisung finally got to work on his essay. for a while, it went okay; he wasn’t the best at writing essays, but he could manage a good grade. he drank a bit more of his latte as he worked, the overly sweet taste making his throat burn and little. it was about an hour into writing his essay that his stomach decided to make its complaints very well known. it started off as a slight nausea and twinge in his belly that soon developed into a full bellyache that had him swallowing nervously. it was hard to focus on his paper with his stomach gurgling ominously. across from him, hyunjin had noticed the change in jisung’s demeanor. he had warned the other that all the sugar would probably upset his stomach, so he wasn’t too surprised to see jisung looking a bit green. jisung stifled a sour burp in his fist, wincing as a cramp had him shifting uncomfortably in his seat. he gave a heart hearted attempt at writing his essay some more, mostly to get hyunjin to stop staring at him like he was going to puke all over the table (his stomach churned dangerously at the thought). he tried to read over his notes for some sort of inspiration, but the nausea was thick and very, very distracting. he snuck a hand under his shirt and rub small circles against his stomach, trying to alleviate the pain without drawing too much attention to himself. his stomach was bloated against his fingertips and he could feel how upset the organ was, the coffee sloshing around unpleasantly with the cake. he stifled another burp, one that had hot acid licking the back of his throat and worsening the nausea. for a moment, he almost succumbed and threw up all over his laptop. after some harsh swallows, however, the violent urge to vomit crept back down and settled in his stomach. he slouched over the desk, leaning his head on his hand and sighing deeply. by now, it was obvious to hyunjin that jisung was feeling very, very sick. “i told you all that sugar would upset your stomach,” he said, typing on his laptop. jisung moaned, sliding down further onto the table until his face was pressed up against it. the coolness felt nice against the heat of nausea. he mentally plotted out a map towards the nearest bathroom, knowing he would have to pay it a visit sooner or later. his stomach lurched and he hiccuped. it seemed that visit was going to happen much, much sooner rather than later. jisung abruptly stood up, still hunched over his stomach, and began to speed walk to the bathroom. he kept his head down, the world around him spinning and morphing into nauseous colors and sounds. his speed picked up a bit more when he felt a gag rise and squeeze his throat, causing him to slap a hand over his mouth. jisung stumbled into the bathroom, slamming a bathroom stall door open before gagging loudly over the toilet. his mouth tasted sour and was filled with saliva that he couldn’t swallow back. his stomach gave a loud rumble and he heaved again, finally bringing up a small mouthful of vomit. he breathed heavily, groaning as he realized his stomach wasn’t going to make it any easy vomiting session. despite feeling ridiculously nauseous, his stomach refused to bring anything else up. his hands were clutching the rim of the toilet so hard his knuckles were white and he could feel his body trembling. after a very sick sounding burp, his belly finally gave in and began violently forcing out its contents, desperate to get rid of the coffee and cake. jisung could barely catch his breath between bringing up copious amounts of puke. somewhere amid the storm of retching, he became vaguely aware of someone holding his bangs back and a hand gently rubbing his back. it was a small relief, something that grounded him. jisung coughed and panted, throat raw from vomiting so much. his stomach had calmed down momentarily, but he could still feel it rolling with sick anticipation. his head was spinning from overexertion and the lack of oxygen; all he could do was slump onto the toilet rim, unable to hold himself up any longer. “oh sungie,” he heard hyunjin coo, the hand on his forehead moving through his hair gently. it felt nice, and jisung let his eyes flutter shut. “your poor tummy doesn’t feel too good, huh?” that felt like an understatement, considering how bad he was feeling. “i’m never having cake again,” jisung whimpered. he let hyunjin maneuver him off of the toilet, instead having him lean against hyunjin. jisung automatically hid his face in hyunjin’s oversized sweater, the other’s arms wrapping around him. hyunjin didn’t seem to mind risking getting puked on, which jisung appreciated. “do you think you can make it back to my apartment?” hyunjin asked. jisung nodded, though he wasn’t entirely sure if he could. he’d much rather be stuck puking in hyunjin’s bathroom than in the very public one in the student center. hyunjin seemed to sense his doubt, but didn’t try to make them stay. he helped jisung get up onto his shaky legs, explaining that he had already packed their bags so that they could head back. “i’ll take care of you as long as you need, even if it’s your own fault that you’re sick,” hyunjin promised. jisung gave him a shaky smile, a bit unsteady from feeling both dizzy and nauseous. perhaps he should have listened to his body when not three steps outside of the bathroom, jisung bent over and threw up again all over the floor. hyunjin sighed. it was going to be a long day. #drabble fic#venice fics#stray kids sickfic#sick han jisung#sick jisung#caretaker hyunjin#stray kids emeto 12 notes · View notes
cuddlepilefics · 4 months ago Text It’s getting warmer, or is it? Fandom: Stray Kids Sickie: Felix Caregivers: dance-racha + Chan In the early spring weather, it ends up being surprisingly colder than one would think with how sunny it looks and Felix is fooled, which his body isn’t very pleased about. No one’s POV.: Felix had been looking forward to spring for so long. Sure, he loved winter and he loved snow but he also easily caught a chill, so the Aussie was excited to be able to go out without having to wear multiple layers. He didn’t want to admit it but the lack of sunlight had made him feel a little gloomy these past few months. During the holiday celebrations, he was happy and excited but when those were over and it was still cold and dark outside, he was ready for the seasons to change again. It was all a trick though, Felix realized when he woke up to bright sunlight streaming into his room and opened the window to let in some fresh spring air, only for his skin to instantly prick with goosebumps. Unwillingly he had bundled up in multiple layers again before following his friends to the company building. There was a thin layer of frost on the ground, which made Felix pout. He had hoped it would finally be getting warmer again. To his surprise, it did get warmer pretty quickly and by the time they went out for lunch, the dancer was sweating in his layers. Smiling that in the end, his wish had been fulfilled, he took off a few layers and stuffed the clothes into his bag. After lunch, the group split up and Felix headed to the practice room with Minho and Hyunjin, still hyped that it was getting warmer. Feeling his energy renewed from the time he had spent outside, Felix went all out during their practice session. His hyungs were happy too to see their sunshine finally back to his usual self. His low mood recently had worried them but it seemed to be getting lighter now that it was sunnier outside. Using up all of his energy, Felix managed to sweat through his shirt by the time they called it a day and prepared to go back to the dorms. The Aussie’s mood remained light, despite the exhaustion as he glanced outside and realized the sun hadn’t set yet. It was still sunny, so when he struggled to pull his sweater from the bottom of his bag, he just shrugged and decided to walk home in his shirt. Sure, it was sweaty but it was warm outside and their way back was short. “Are you sure, you wanna go out like that? Didn’t you have a jacket or something earlier?”, Minho asked worriedly, slinging his bag over his shoulder. The older himself had put a warm hoodie over his shirt and knew his dongsaeng wasn’t as resistant to the cold. Felix picked up his bag, smiling: “Yeah, I’m sure. It’s getting warmer and the way’s short, so I want to feel the sun my skin.” Minho and Hyunjin didn’t have the heart to tell him that he wouldn’t feel the sun on his skin as the temperature dropped rapidly in the evening, despite the sun still being up. The Aussie was right though, their way home was pretty short, so he’d probably be fine. Felix whined when they stepped out of the building and a cold gust of wind brushed across his bare arms. It had looked so warm but he could barely suppress a shudder. The sinking sun doing nothing to keep him warm. Although Hyunjin offered him his jacket, the younger declined. If he felt that cold, he could dig his own one out of his bag. His hyung shouldn’t be cold because of him. Call it laziness or stubbornness but either way, Felix did not dig his sweater out of his bag, deciding to rather suffer for a few more minutes till they got back to the dorms. The trio parted at the front door, Hyunjin heading to the dorm he shared with 3racha, Minho and Felix to the other one they shared with the two maknaes. Though the Aussie didn’t want to admit it, he felt chilled all the way through and tried his hardest to suppress the shivers. He wasn’t in the mood for any ‘I told you so’ but Minho noticed the goosebumps and sent the younger to take a warm shower, not wanting his dongsaeng to fall ill. Felix gladly went straight for the bathroom, sighing when the hot water ran down his back. He was still frustrated that the weather had tricked him but it’d be fine, soon it’d be warmer and he wouldn’t be fooled like that again. After dinner, the Aussie made himself a cup of hot cocoa and huddled under his blanket to watch a movie. He would’ve expected with the blanket and hot drink, he’d warm up in no time but when he decided to shut off the light, he still felt chilled. That didn’t change when Felix had to get up the following morning, gladly bundling up in multiple layers to keep the chills at bay. He was a little achy but blamed it on the practice the previous day. The mood was light when he joined his friends for breakfast but that soon changed as he hummed a low: “Good morning.” Felix hadn’t noticed until then that his throat did feel a little irritated and the greeting had come out even scruffier than his usual morning voice. Seungmin and Jeongin replied sleepily, while Minho asked the younger if he was feeling alright. The Aussie nodded, rasping: “Jus’ still not really ‘wake.” That earned him a soft chuckle as his hyung placed his breakfast in front of him. They ate in silence, except for soft sniffles coming from Felix, and Minho mentally slapped himself for allowing the younger to walk home in his sweaty practice shirt. The boy was most certainly coming down with something now and it would’ve been so easily preventable. Minho felt his worried confirmed, when he passed by the bathroom and heard the younger cough. It sounded muffled, like Felix was trying to quieten it by pressing his towel to his mouth but the older could hear him nonetheless. Not liking where this was going, Minho through a bag of cough drops and pack of tissues into his backpack. The group would start the day with a few hours of dance practice and remembering the choreographies they were planning on working on, Minho could tell his dongsaeng would suffer, even more so than the rest of them. Felix had looked so tired and they’d be working on some of their most intense dances, he could only hope the Aussie would wake up properly till they got to the company building. Sadly, Felix didn’t wake up properly, his mind still hazy by the time they got there. His voice had only gotten worse after his coughing fit and the rest of the group was catching on too. As they were warming up, the Aussie accepted that his muscles weren’t simply sore from the last practice session but rather ached from the low-grade fever he was pretty sure he was running. It wasn’t nearly bad enough to speak up about his discomfort though and he instead forced himself to his starting position in the center of the room. They had only gone over the dance once but Felix already felt winded. At some point, he had lost the ability to breathe through his nose, which somehow managed to run but also be blocked entirely at the same time, forcing him to breathe through his mouth. It left his throat even drier and made him cough more frequently. When Felix was hit by a particularly bad fit, he had to stop dancing entirely and sat down by his bag to wait it out and catch his breath, watching the rest of the group finish that run-through. Still a little out of breath, Chan made his way over to his fellow Aussie. “Hey, you doing okay?”, the leader asked softly, resting his hand on Felix’s arm. By now, the younger wasn’t sure, he still had the energy to pretend and eventually admitted: “I think I caught a cold.” – “You think?”, the older chuckled. It was more than obvious that Felix had caught a cold with how much he was coughing. His reddened nose and tired eyes even more of a confirmation. “I thought I was just tired but now I don’t feel so good”, the dancer sniffled, his voice low and thick with congestion. “Yeah, you don’t sound so good either”, Chan agreed, rummaging through his bag before handing the younger a tissue. Felix thanked him quietly before blowing his nose and wincing at the pressure in his sinuses. Minho joined the two, handing Felix the cough drops he had brought along. He studied the younger worriedly before making eye contact with Chan, the leader’s expression mirroring his. Biting the inside of his cheek, Minho hummed: “You’re not planning on continuing this practice, are you? Because I don’t like how glossy your eyes look, it makes me think you’re running a temperature.” – “I-I don’t know”, Felix rasped, breaking into another painful cough. There was a steady hand on his back, Chan comforting the younger as his eyes watered from the strain. “I agree with Minho”, the leader stated with a sympathetic smile, “We’re going over the most intense dances today and you’re already in no shape to dance. You’d make yourself worse if you tried to push through, so I won’t let you.” Nodding defeatedly, Felix looked up at the older and whispered: “What am I supposed to do now then?” – “Your choice, you could go back to the dorm and rest or you sit out this practice and come to the studio with us later. I don’t know about the second option because you don’t sound like you’ll record anything anytime soon but I’m not going to exclude you if you want to stick around”, Chan offered. He knew the younger would easily get lonely when he was sick and all by himself, so if he wanted to watch their practice, he’d be welcome to. Dreading the thought of being at the dorm all by himself till the late evening, Felix requested hoarsely: “I’d like to stay. Even if I can’t record, I’d like to see how the album is progressing.” – “That’s alright with me”, Chan agreed, “You should put on your sweater though, if you’re not moving around anymore.” The younger complied, slipping on an additional layer. He didn’t mind as he was feeling a little cold anyway. “Okay, so water, tissues and cough drops”, Minho mused, adding a pack of tissues to the small pile next to his dongsaeng, “Here’s my sweat-jacket too. You can put it on over your sweater in case you feel cold.” – “Thank you, hyung”, Felix sniffled quietly, wrist rubbing against his nose before he twisted to the side with a harsh sneeze. The older two blessed him and asked if he needed anything else before going back to practicing. The members took turns checking on their friend during their short water-breaks but Felix insisted he was fine every time someone asked. He wasn’t though. The longer he spent in the practice room with the bright ceiling lights on and the music blasting on high volume, the worse he felt and he soon also changed his mind about wanting to go to the studio. His head hurt so badly and his eyes stung, all he wanted to do was go home and sleep. With the way his muscles ached, the hard practice room floor soon became unbearably uncomfortable and he waited for his friends to take a break, so he could talk to Chan again. He shuddered when the leader finally made his way over to him and looked at him with worry. Felix hadn’t realized that this wasn’t a break but rather his group packing up, to move to the studio. “H-Hyung?”, he asked softly, closing his eyes against the tears welling up in them, “I- uhm, I kinda feel worse and I think I’d rather go back to the dorm.” – “What’s going on?”, Chan frowned worriedly, rubbing the dancer’s arm as the first tear trailed down his flushed cheek. He didn’t get an immediate answer but eventually, Felix shrugged, admitting: “I-I don’t even know. I’m just so tired and everything hurts and it’s all too much, the lights, the noise, everything, I don’t know.” Chan furrowed his brows and felt his dongsaeng’s forehead, sighing: “You’re definitely running a fever now, which is probably why you’re hurting and overwhelmed and yeah, I think it’d be best for you to go home and rest. Will you be able to get back by yourself though?” Felix shrugged again and shakily struggled to his feet. His head spun and he caught himself against the wall, which was all Chan needed to see to know he wouldn’t let the younger go back alone. “How’re you feeling now?”, the leader asked, when it seemed like Felix had found his balance. Running his sleeve under his nose, the dancer sniffled: “Tired an’ lightheaded. My legs feel so weak, are they shaking? Or does it just feel like the ground is so unsteady?”- “Alright, you’re definitely not going alone”, Chan announced, helping his friend sit down again, “Hang in there and I’ll figure something out, yeah?” 3racha all had to be present at the studio as they played a major role in the production. As the main vocalists, Seungmin and Jeongin would also be needed sooner rather than later, so it’d be most convenient for Minho or Hyunjin to walk Felix home. When the Aussie stood up again, he was even more lightheaded than the first time, so they decided that both dancers would take him back to the dorm before joining the group at the studio. Minho quickly packed his backpack and Felix’ bag before slinging both over his shoulder and linking his arm with Felix’. Hyunjin walked up to the Aussie’s other side and linked their arms too to ensure the younger wouldn’t trip and fall. “You ready to go?”, Hyunjin asked softly, taking in his dongsaeng’s pale complexion. Felix nodded. He wanted to get this over with as fast as possible as every second that he was on his feet seemed to zap his energy and he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep that up. The trio quietly bid their goodbyes and the other members told Felix to feel better before they were off. Their journey home was slow and torturous for Felix, his muscles aching worse and worse. Hyunjin took him straight to his room when they returned, while Minho headed to the kitchen, hurrying to prepare a pot of tea for his dongsaeng before they’d have to leave again. “Hyung?”, Hyunjin asked, walking up to Minho, “I took his temperature and it’s a moderate fever but I don’t think it’d be dangerous for him to have another blanket. He’s so cold, I wanted to get him another one. Do you keep any spare blankets around the dorm?” – “Oh, yeah. If you take this to his room, I’ll go and get another blanket”, the older agreed, nodding towards the teapot. While Minho walked off to get Felix another blanket, Hyunjin took the teapot and a cup to the Aussie’s room and placed them on his nightstand. Running his hand through his dongsaeng’s hair, Hyunjin informed: “Minho-hyung is fetching you another blanket to ease the chills a little. Do you need anything else? Should I grab you some painkillers?” – “No need to”, Minho smiled stepping into the room with a blanket over his shoulder ad a box of painkillers in his hand. He placed the medicine next to the tea before spreading the blanket over Felix’ shivering form. “There you go”, the second oldest smiled, “Will you be okay on your own now?” Pulling the blanket tighter around himself, the Aussie nodded and rasped: “Thank you, hyungs. I thought I might get lonely but with how tired I am, I’ll probably sleep until you get back.” – “Alright, you can text us if you need someone to talk to, yeah? And I’ll convince Chan-hyung to send the first member, who finishes his recording, back to check on you”, Minho promised, “Feel better, Lixxie.” With that, the two older dancers left and Felix allowed himself to relax into his blanket cocoon, finally getting warmer. #stray kids#skz#fanfic#fanfiction#sick#sickfic#fluff#comfort#dance racha#minlix#hyunlix#chanlix 55 notes · View notes
sneezyminniejo · 4 months ago Text It’s Not That Bad Chan tries and fails to hide being sick Chan isn’t entirely sure how he did it, but he had caught a cold a couple of days ago, and so far he’s been doing a very good job at hiding it from his members. He was actually proud of himself for being able to hide his condition from one member in particular, his boyfriend of one year, Felix. Although, it certainly helped that the group was now split between two dorms and each person got their own room. It made it much less likely to wake one of the others with midnight coughing fits when you’re not sharing a room. It was now Sunday, and Chan was getting ready to start his weekly vlive. Unfortunately, he appeared to be at the peak of his cold, but he wasn’t about to let that keep him from interacting with Stay. He had taken some cold medicine earlier, so his symptoms should remain in check for the duration of the live. He did have a couple boxes of tissues out on his desk, just in case he needed them. Neither Changbin nor Jisung had questioned it, as everyone’s sinuses appeared to be freaking out a bit at the melting snow and the fluctuating temperatures from cold, to warm, and back to cold that’s happened over the past week. Chan had also used this fact to his advantage to hide the fact that he had caught a cold. Chan quickly blew his nose into some tissues and threw them away before starting the stream and playing Domino. “Hello everyone. Welcome to Chan’s room. Today we’re going to listen to a bunch of songs that were recommended by Stay.” Chan spoke for a little while longer before some comments started to pop up saying that he sounded stuffy. “I sound a bit stuffy? It’s just from the weather changing.” Chan cleared his throat after speaking because he felt a tickle beginning to form in his throat and he did not want to cough when he’s trying to convince people he’s not sick. The throat clear was only effective for a few minutes before Chan could feel the tickle rebuild with double the intensity. He knew there was no way he’d be able to avoid the impending coughing for, so he quickly drank some water just before the fit started in hopes it would look like he aspirated. The ensuing coughing fit was rather harsh. Lasting around two minutes. Needless to say, the Stay that we’re watching the Vlive were a bit concerned and immediately began flooding the comments asking if he was okay. “I’m fi-fine. Just swa-llowed wrong.” Chan said, trying to speak between coughs. He spent the next several minutes answering questions from Stays with intermittent coughing and throat clearing, continuing to pass it off as the fit earlier irritated his throat. Chan was in the middle of explaining why he chose the song he was about to play, when he suddenly stopped talking and turned around on his chair, bringing his elbow to his face. “Hih-stischhhh, heh-stieshhh, huh-stistschhhhh. Bless me, must be a bit dusty in here.” Chan was quick to ignore the sneezing fit and continued with his explanation. Back at the dorm, Felix was on Bubble chatting with Stay and he became a tad confused when messages kept coming in, telling to watch Chan’s Room or to check on Chan. He furrowed his eyebrows as he opened up Vlive and tuned into Chan’s Rooms. The younger Aussie tuned in just as Chan launched into another coughing fit. This one was also around two minutes. However, this time he wasn’t able to explain it away, so Felix watched as Chan pretended that nothing happened. Felix sighed as he realized his boyfriend had been hiding an illness from him and clearly wasn’t resting like he should be. Felix spent a few minutes thinking about how to get his boyfriend home. When he thought of the perfect idea. He quickly went to the living room to speak with his flatmates. “Hyung, Minnie, Innie, I need your help with something.” The three in the living room stopped what they were doing and gave their attention to Felix. “What’s up?” Minho asked. “So Channie-hyung is sick and trying to hide it while doing his weekly vlive. I have a plan to get him in bed so I can take care of him and I need you guys to play along with my plan.” Felix grinned mischievously. “We’re going to make fried chicken.” Chan once again had his face buried in his elbow when his phone rang. “He-Hello, Hih-stschhhh, hehktshhh. Bless me. Hello.” Chan sniffled after he answered the phone. “Hyung, we decided to make some fried chicken and I was wondering, on the off chance of starting a grease fire, do you know what we’re supposed to do?” Chan is really glad that he hadn’t put the phone on speaker as he heard a commotion of pans banging together in the background. “Um yeah Lix. In a pinch you can use baking soda.” The eldest quickly said before hanging up. Without letting any panic show on his face, Chan spoke. “So, the maknaes are experimenting in the kitchen making a midnight snack. I’m gonna head back and supervise.” He quickly finished the live before packing up. He made it to the dorm in record time and entered. He was really hoping that his dongsaengs were being smart about how they were cooking. Because his nose was so clogged from congestion, he couldn’t smell anything. Therefore it came as a bit of a surprise when he arrived to find Felix making chicken soup instead of fried chicken. “Okay Banchannie, I know you’re sick. You’re going to eat this soup and then we’re going to go to bed and cuddle.” Felix said with a look on his face that said he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Pixie, I’m fine. I’m not e-even all th-that si-sistieshhhh, istschhh, sick.” “Says the person who can hardly say a full sentence without coughing or sneezing.” Chan sniffled and accepted the tissues Felix offered him. While he was blowing his nose, Chan found himself being led to one of the chairs around the table. The older Aussie sat down and began eating the soup. However he maintained that he wasn’t that sick. The spices that Felt x had added to the soup had managed to loosen the congestion in Chan’s sinuses a bit too well. Chan had to blow his nose multiple times throughout the meal and was basically holding a napkins n to his nose between bites. Once he had finished eating Felix gave him some medicine. “Come on hyung, nap time.” Felix said as Chan began yawning into his fist before having another coughing fit. This fit, while not particularly long, was quite harsh. It left Chan panting once it ended and he didn’t fight Felix on going to bed. Chan began walking towards the door before being stopped by Felix. Banchan-hyung, you are not going to your dorm. You are staying here so I can look after you.” “But, Lix” “No buts hyping, if you go back to the 3RACHA dorm, you won’t rest properly. You’re staying here until you’re better.” Chan nodded and a small smile spread over his face as he followed Felix to his room. Chan found himself sandwiched between the wall and Felix. He was about to fall asleep, when a thought occurred to him.”I thought the others were making food with you.” Felix smiled as he placed a gentle kiss on his boyfriend’s head. “Nah, I told them to go to the mall so you could get some rest. I just had them make some noise in the kitchen to make my story more believable.” Chan hummed in understanding as he drifted off to Dreamland. #sickfic#stray kids#sneeze 19 notes · View notes
kpopsickies · 11 months ago Text bathtub cuddles sickie: Felix Caretaker: Chan pairing: Chanlix (ft dramatic baby Felix, and whipped Chan) Felix p.o.v I’m dying, I’m 100% sure of it. I must be, it is the only other explanation. I can’t breathe, my head hurts, my lungs are burning. I am 100% positive I am on death’s door. and above all. I need cuddles, from my Channie. but he’s at the studio. I want to call him and ask him to come home, but I know he’s busy and I don’t want to bother him. after a solid 20 minutes of debating with myself I finally texted Chan hyung with simply, “when you are on your way back can you pick up cough drops” I knew I could pass it off to just overworking my voice, that way he won’t be worried about me. and I was not surprised at all when Chan blew up my phone with “are you okay? Are you sick? Do you need me to come home? ect.” when suddenly my phone rang. It was Chan, of course. “hey baby” I say answering my phone. “oh Lixxie, your voice sounds so rough” “I just overworked it yesterday” I choke out, coughing lightly into my fist. “I doubt that” “why?” “because you’re also congested, and you sound sick” “I’m fine” “uh-huh, sure, I’m on my way home now” “wait! No!!! babe I’m fine” I say, coughing again, harsher this time. “yeah whatever baby, I’m on my way, I’ll stop at the store on the way home, so It’ll take longer than usual.” “seriously Channie, I’m fine” “liar. I’ll be right home” “n-” “I love you, see you in a few” he said before hanging up ugh, I swear this man will be the death of me, and yet I’m not complaining, I could really use some cuddles right now. About 20 minutes later Chan came in with a bag. He dumped the bag out onto the foot of the bed. Cough drops, tissue boxes, Tylenol, and pocky spilled out onto the bed. He came over and placed a soft kiss on my forehead, his brow creasing in concern. “Lixxie, I think you have a fever” “really? I don’t think so” “I’m pretty sure you do, I’ll be right back I’m gonna go grab the thermometer” “okay” although now that he mentions it I do feel kinda feverish, like that cold but hot, achy, tired feeling. He came back a second later with the thermometer in his hand. “open” he said a slight command to his voice. “yes sir” I say with a hint of sarcasm. He places the thermometer under my tongue, “now don’t move, I’ll be right back” I nod. As we leaves I sigh softly, I hate sitting still. Chan still wasn’t back yet and this damn thing still isn’t done. I whimper quietly, why do I feel so awful? Where is Chan? I want cuddles. Finally the thermometer beeps, and Chan comes in only a few seconds after. He plucks the thermometer from my mouth and reads it. After a few seconds he smiles softly and kisses my forehead. “Lix, baby, you have a really high fever” “I do?” I say surprised, I mean, I knew I had some sort of fever but I didn’t really think it was that high. “yep, 102.3, I think you should take a cool bath to lower the fever” “fine, but only if you bathe with me” he blushed a little bit but agreed. While he fills up the bathtub I strip down to my boxers. Chan does the same. The two of us climb in. He sits behind me, I lean into his chest, he wraps his arms around me. “i love you” He says before kissing the top of my head gently, with much love. “you’re so cute” I say taking his hands. “I’m not cute, you’re the cute one” “okay if I’m cute then you’re sexy” I say kissing the back of his hands. He blushes bright red. I giggle softly at him. “are you laughing at me?” he asks with fake indignation in his voice. “maybe a little” I say smirking. He is quiet for a second before suddenly attacking my back of my neck with kisses. I let out a soft squeak of surprise. We sit in a comfortable silence after his evil mischievous attack. When suddenly there is a tickle that pricks the back of my nose. I know I’m about to sneeze but Chan has his arms around me tightly, pinning my arms at my side. “Channie” “yes baby” “i ne-ehtshhu echshhu hetshu-” “bless you” “thanks, and ummm…. sorry” I say softly, noticing that I had literally sneezed directly on his arms. He smiled warmly at me. “it’s okay honey, you didn’t mean to” He says softly, reaching out of the bathtub to grab a handful of tissues, he wipes off his arm, and holds a few up to my nose. “blow” “n-no” I say shyly. He rolls his eyes. “you’re so cute when your shy” he says, handing the tissue to me. I wipe my nose. He leans down to kiss me on the lips. I quickly cover his mouth. “HEY!!!” “no kissing I don’t want you to get sick” “I don’t care, I wanna kiss you” “No!” “let me kiss you!!” “I might sneeze in your mouth” “I don’t care” “that’s gross” “I don’t care, I love you, I want to kiss you” He says suddenly closing the gap between us. I melt into the kiss for half a second before pulling away. “I SAID NO KISSING!!!” “don’t lie, you enjoyed it” “…..no” “liar” “okay, fine, i liked it, but I don’t want you to get sick” “I appreciate the concern, but I’m not going to get sick, I have an immune system of steel” “uh-huh, only because you built up an immunity to everything by never sleeping.” “I sleep” “Channie, baby, you fell asleep during dinner yesterday and face planted into your salad.” “that….. doesn’t prove anything” “uh-huh, sure, whatever” I say laughing softly, curling up against his chest. “I love you” “I love you to” he says kissing my forehead, “you know, I think your fever has gone down, if you want we could go cuddle in bed instead” “I’d like that” We both climb out of the bathtub, and head to our room, “Channie, baby, can I wear one of your hoodies?” “I don’t know, those are special to me” He says, but he’s already gone to his closet to get his favorite one. I reach out and make grabby hands toward it. He smiles fondly, kisses my forehead, then hands it to me. After we finish getting dressed we climb into bed and curl up together. “Do you want to watch a movie?” “nope, I just want to cuddle” I yawn “and sleep” He kisses my forehead (for like the thousandth time) “sounds good to me” The two of us curl up Chan’s comforting arms wrapped around, like a warm blanket of safety. I am dozing off, half asleep, when suddenly Chan sneezes. “I TOLD YOU THAT YOU’D GET SICK” part 2 anyone? #stray kids#stray kids sneeze#idol snz#idol sickfic#chanlix 40 notes · View notes
leeknowsfavorite · 8 months ago Text Lee Know-Nightmare *Quick disclaimer: This was set in the time when Han Jisung was away from schedules due to anxiety. This is an imagine story with Reader + Lee Know. You were finally in bed after a long day of errands and work. The bed felt so good to you at this moment and you were not sure if it was because of how sore your feet and legs were, or if it was the bedding itself. Either way, you were ready to sleep. You turned on your side and closed your eyes as you let sleep overtake you. You were so deep in sleep, that you never felt your boyfriend Minho get into the bed with you. He usually arrived late to your apartment due to his schedule being so hectic right now with promotions. You wished he would be here sooner so you guys could spend some time together, but he couldn’t help it. You knew he had been so stressed lately and you wished you could help him more, but Minho was stubborn and would not hesitate to let you know that he did not need any help. But today was different. Minho did not text you as much as he usually did during the day, and he had been complaining of a headache earlier. You could tell that the stress was just eating away at him, and on top of all of that, his best friend Jisung just recently had to take a break due to his anxiety and stress. And when his friend was hurting, Minho could never settle. Of course, if you dare mention anything to Minho, he would be stubborn and say he did not care that much. But you knew better. It was killing him to not see his friend, and you knew it. After a few shifts in the bed, Minho was finally asleep and it became quiet in the bedroom. Not a single sound could be heard for a good 4 hours. When suddenly, you were jolted awake by a loud shout. You shot up in the bed and searched the dark room with your still half asleep eyes to try and find the source of the noise. You were about to settle back down, when you felt the blankets shift next to you and heavy panting could be heard. “Minho?” You received no response. You then reached over and switched the lamp on next to your bed. You rubbed your still tired eyes and checked the time on your phone. It was 3 AM. You felt the blankets shift again and heard a soft moan. When you turned your head, you saw Minho next to you. “Wonder when he got here..” You thought. But you were at least happy that he was getting some rest and still came over to be with you. You settled with the thought that it must have been Minho shifting in the bed and not a random stranger, and as you were about to switch off the lamp, you heard Minho whisper something as he shifted some more. Grabbing your attention, you turned back towards the sleeping boy and tried to listen. “Minho, I swear to everything that is good, you better not be saying another girls name…” You whisper behind gritted teeth. “Jisungie…..” he whispered and you had to pause for a moment to take in what you had just heard. “Jisungie?” You asked yourself confused. That doesn’t sound like a girl name, but why would he be saying Jisungie? Who the heck is this person that your boyfriend is mumbling in his sleep about?! Your thoughts kept building this whole story of who he was meeting with secretly and what they would be doing. For shame Y/N. He whispered it again and suddenly it hit you like a new Stray Kids comeback out of nowhere. Jisungie was Minho’s name for Jisung! Aw, was he dreaming about his best friend? Your anger began to die down and was replaced with fluttering feelings. You gazed lovingly at Minho as he slept, but then you noticed sweat on his forehead and his breathing was growing more rapid. Slight tears were falling down his cheeks softly as he moved his head side to side. “Minho?” You asked with some concern. No response. You gently shook his clenched arm and kept saying his name. You felt tears brim your eyes as you saw the sight before you. He obviously is stressed out and it pained you to see him suffering. You about screamed though when he shot up in the bed panting heavily. He looked around the room as he wiped his cheeks and eyes. This was the first time you had ever seen Minho so scared and so vulnerable. He was always strong when he was around you and always teased you lightly whenever you would cry around him. But now, he was the one who needed support and you were unsure how he would handle that. Let alone, you handle that. You placed a hand softly on his shoulder as to reassure to him that you were there and he immediately turned his head to you as his body jolted away. He locked eyes with you as if to study and make sure you were okay to be near him. “Babe what’s wrong? Why do you look so scared?” He just sat there, comprehending everything you were saying to him, but unable to speak yet. You moved your hand up to his face and placed your hand on his cheek. He flinched a little, but did not pull away this time. His eyes wandered to your hand and then his face seemed to soften. “Minho?” You asked softly. He blinked and then placed his hand on top of yours on his cheek. “Y/N….is it my fault?” He finally said. You were confused. “What would be your fault?” “He left because I didn’t pay enough attention to him right?” “Jisung?” He nodded. His eyes softened a bit, almost pleading with me to give him an answer. “Minho, you are not the reason he left. Okay? He needed to take some time to himself to feel better. As you should be doing right now.” “I just….I don’t like when he is not nearby.” He was trying so hard not to cry, but you could see it in his eyes. He was so sad. You sighed as you knew he was not going to admit anything more, and pulled him into your embrace. He was tense at first, but then he started to relax as he brought his arms around you. And he began to cry. You felt some relief when you heard it and you began to pat his back and rub it slightly. “That’s it, let it out.” His grip tightened around you and he buried his face into your neck. “Calm down babe, Jisung is not going to leave forever. He will be back.” You tried to reassure him. You heard a sniffle and then he shifted his head. “Bu-but who is going to play with Soon-ie, Doong-ie, and Dori when I am busy?” he said between sniffles. You gave a laugh. “You know, you have a perfectly good and available girlfriend over here who would be happy to play with them!” You said. “I only trust Jisungie with them though.” You felt a little offended after hearing this. But seeing as he was finally talking to you and releasing his emotions, you decided to let it go. You patted his back again and chuckled softly. “Well then when Jisung comes back, he will be on official cat duty. Okay?” You said while looking down at him. He lifted his head and stared up at you. He then gave a slight smile and small laugh in response. You kissed the top of his head and smiled back. “It will all be okay. Don’t worry so much okay?” You said. He nodded and then got up out of your embrace and leaned onto his hand. He motioned then for you to join him on his side of the bed and you nodded. You laid your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “I love you Y/N. Thank you for being here for me.” He said as he closed his eyes to sleep. You snuggled into him and smiled. “I love you too Minho. I will always be here for you.” And with that, sleep overtook you both. #sick#stray kids#lee know#skz minho#sick fanfic#kpop#sickfic#comfort#imagine 13 notes · View notes
blu-archer · a year ago Text Mr. Park’s return So, I’m not sure what to make of this really… like it’s not really a sickfic thing – I don’t know.. it might be, I’ll just say it classifies, it’s more of like a little continuation bit in this series and because I felt like writing about it… I’ve had this sitting with me for a while, so I may as well post it.. it felt a bit everywhere, there’s some knew characters I just tossed in because I needed too and we’ll just see where that leads, yeah? [there is probably grammatical errors, my first language is English I just can’t proof read – its a rough life] anyway, I hope this is somewhat enjoyable, its kind of a mess This is supposed to be just a small filler type thing I guess Snz based but like its rather mild. ‘Sickie’ : Jimin / [Felix? its faint really]/ [Yoongi is mentioned, but yeah] Hybrid AU Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 Word count: 5376 I tossed some Stray Kids in here because I love them too. “Good morning everyone.” Jimin smiled at the class of juniors settling in their seats as warmly as he could considering that he was still trying to recover from days of fever. He still felt tired and a weak, with some lingering symptoms, but he was tired staying at home doing nothing. He needed to work again, get back into a routine so that he wasn’t lazing around all the time. So, he had suited up in warm clothes and more makeup than usual to hide the dark rings that had still not left him. The class stared at him with a mix of confusion and curiosity before greeting him with about the same enthusiasm he had done to them. He supposed that was fair, it wasn’t like they knew who he was really. He cleared his throat, dropping the exam booklets onto the desk set up in the front of the room, before continuing on with as much forced giddiness as he could manage. No one wanted to head into an exam with a dark unwelcoming mood, so if he could brighten it by even an inch then he would be happy. “I’m Mr. Park, I’ll be your teacher for this exam.” As if to serve as a reminder, something caught in his throat and he smothered a small bout of coughs into his arm. “Please excuse my voice, I’ve been a little under the weather.” It didn’t take long before a few voices rose up, which was not surprising considering majority of the class had probably never seen him before. it had become blatantly obvious that most of the students had wanted to spend much more attention on their paper. He didn’t blame them, anyone would want to be distracted from exams and he usually wouldn’t mind, he loved to gossip and get to know the students and they always seemed to be as interested in him as he was in what they were like, but even with the amount of lozenges he’d sucked on that morning already, his voice was definitely going to give out if he spoke for long. “What do you teach Sir?” “You look so young.” “Mr. Park! What are you doing here?” “Are you new?” “What type of Hybrid are you?” Jimin looked to students who had spoken up. Most dressed or styled slightly different from the standard uniform, clearly these were the usual extrovert favourites. He tried to ignore the more intrusive questions and focus more on the ones of innocent curiosity. A wide grin split across his face and his sight narrowed as he recognised one girl that he taught in modern contemporary. Jimin pressed his square framed glasses further up his nose, his tail flicking as the girl waved her arm wildly from the back of the class. “Sana? Oh, it’s weird seeing you out of class.” Jimin chuckled lightly, giving a small wave in return. “Most of you probably won’t know me, but I’ve been a part of the dance faculty for I think about three years now. I usually only interacted in the other art departments during these times, but this year the school thought it would be better to shift things around a bit. I think I only know Sana… oh wait, Soobin’s here too. Wow, it feels like forever since I’ve seen you two…” His chest warmed with the pleasure of seeing at least some of his kids. “Sir, what are you doing back?” Soobin grinned and leant forward from when he sat on top of his friends desk. “Mr. Jung said that you probably wouldn’t be back for at least another week.” “Not quite.” Jimin corrected, moving closer to his student. “It’s just not as heavy a work-load as usual. Are you ready for your exams? And you Sana? I feel so bad for not being there in your final sessions.” “I think we’re both glad that you rested rather than pushed to be there with us.” Sana grinned, packing away her English textbooks. “I haven’t done mine yet but Soobin had his exam yesterday.” Jimin’s eyes shot to the boy who merely shrugged, although the bright flash in the fae boys eyes led Jimin to believe he did better than he wanted to portray. Which was good. Great, actually. His students were amazing. “Ahhh… why do I get the feeling that none of you did any real dancing while I was away… Anyway, don’t stress over it. Deep breathes and smooth lines. It’s nothing you haven’t done before.” Jimin countered to Sana before stepping back to address the class once again, coughing into his arm again – slightly harsher this time. He answered and entertained a few more questions from the students that he didn’t know before finally calling it. “Okay, we should probably start soon. May everyone please start packing away any studying material. And is everyone present for this exam?” “Mr. Park, Sir.” A trio of girls, each with unique traits that led him to believe they were all either warlocks or fae, waved to him from the side of the class closest to the wall of windows. “Yes?” “So, you’re a dancer, Mr. Park? Can you show us something?” The one with golden eyes smirked and Jimin’s chest tightened, knowing that her suggestive tone wasn’t one of humour or general curiosity. Kids. They were kids. “I am, but we have more important things.” He chose to ignore the low whining that erupted from them. “Clear your desks please, you don’t seem to be going over notes anyway. I am assuming that everyone is here, which means we are going to begin.” He returned to the desk without glancing at the girls again. The session had officially started. Once desks were clear he began to hand out transcripts, only letting them turn through the pages once each student had one. It was a bit of a struggle, with how hoarse his voice was quickly becoming – given that he hadn’t needed to use it as much in the past few days as he was now, but he managed to read through the paper with them to make sure there were no immediate errors then set them forth on the 3-hour paper. Even though it made him drowsy he snuck a few pills in after he stifled a sneeze into his wrist. He wanted to try keep any and all symptoms to a minimum as to not distract anyone, but it was difficult when the class only had the scribbling sound of pens on paper to fill it with noise. He sipped the tea from his flask that he was certain Yoongi had spiked with some type of herbal energy booster before Jimin had left that morning. The hybrid couldn’t help the wholesome warmth that ran through him at the thought of the worrisome warlock. Despite Yoongi being powerful and often intimidating to those who didn’t know him, Jimin knew that the elder was in-fact a big softy that was usually too shy to address things that stressed him out. Especially if it was about the people he cared for. Instead he was prone to small actions that he thought would help lift any burdens or stressors, for both him and whoever he helped – in this case, Jimin. Yoongi hadn’t even wanted him to start at the school again yet, even for short hours, but after the hybrid had spoken some sense into him – that it was Jimin’s job and everyone, including Yoongi himself, had worked while sick at some point – Yoongi eventually caved. Although that didn’t stop him from being a bit clingier than usual, and definitely didn’t stop him from wrapping Jimin entirely in the Warlocks clothes so that his scent was with him all day. Not that Jimin minded being completed drenched in the elders scent and the clothes that were just a bit too big for him always made him feel warm and comforted. The last week that Jimin had spent at home with his boyfriend had been amazing, even if he had been a miserable mess for most of it. Jimin had just finished firing off emails to the other dance staff members about how everything was going with the dance exams and if there are still students looking for last minute help when he felt the sad realisation that his med’s had been easing off. He hadn’t brought enough for a second dose and he could already feel his nose starting to run. The exam was almost over, just another hour or so and then he was free to be a mess again. But that wasn’t what his body had in mind. He’inxshew… hih..Hieshxngt hXNGst.. Damn it. Jimin sniffed and wiped at his nose with a tissue. Thankfully he had thought to bring quite a few of the tissue travel packs with him, Yoongi had tried to slip an entire box of Kleenex into Jimin’s bag but the hybrid found that to be a bit excessive. His tail curled around his waist as he felt the gazes of a few of the students that were already finished or were checking through their work, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He sniffed repeatedly, trying to be as soft and quiet as possible but it only seemed to make matters worse as he snapped forward with another sneeze that he caught by pinching at his nose. Stifling was a bit painful, especially with how congested he had been, but he would bear with it. He stifled four more before he had to come to terms with the fact that he could not try to sniffle to keep it at bay anymore. So he claimed fresh tissues to blow his nose, wincing and sending apologetic eyes to the students at the wet gurgling sound that filled the room. Jimin’s face was heated and he swallowed hard trying to work past his embarrassment. The students probably didn’t even care that much. But he still felt like the floor should open to let him fall through it. He perked as a hand shot up, the student mouthing for more paper. Jimin threw away his tissues, doing his best to ignore how gross he was momentarily felt, and after a quick squirt his trusty hand sanitiser that Jin made him carry, he was up and handing out pages. Taking that moment of already being up to slowly walk around and check if anyone else needing anything from him. He tried not to linger too much when he noticed Soobin gnawing at his bottom lip. A quick glance and Jimin could tell that the boy was struggling with understanding some of the things being asked of him and he didn’t want to add any extra pressure of being hovered over. Clearly the boy was unfortunately – in this case – closer inclined to the creative arts than he was to general studies. “Si-Sir?” Jimin followed the soft whisper to a thin, pale dog hybrid who looked anxious just to have to look Jimin in the eye. Jimin cleared his throat to try get rid of the insistent itch that seemed to plague him and leant down so that the boy wouldn’t have to look up at him when he spoke. It wasn’t often that someone reacted intimidated by Jimin, so he was left a bit unsure. The few handfuls of times that he could remember being anything close to scary were strictly associated with his dancers or the few times he got into arguments with his friends, but usually everyone saw him as a soft and gentle hybrid that they could either try to walk all over or have pleasant easy conversations with. No real threat. Jimin rested his hand on the edge of the desk to steady himself, then silently inclined his head to indicate that the boy could continue. “I-I don’t feel.. feel well.” Jimin gently rested a hand on the boys back only to frown at how sharp the hybrid’s bones were beneath his clothing. “What do you mean? Are you stressed? Sick? Do you feel nauseous?” The boy merely nodded and swallowed loudly, sinking further away from Jimin. “Do you want to go to the nurse?” he asked softly. Looking more closely at the boys’ face, his oddly sharp facial structure and sunken cheeks. He had originally seen the bruises under the boys eyes as a part of the exam season stress but maybe there was something else happening.. When he got the nod of approval Jimin set his hand on the boys exam paper. “Do you want to keep this for now, or should I take it?” “Take it.” Okay then. Jimin stood up, slipping the exam paper from the students desk, and bringing it back to his station, making note of the foreign name, ‘Felix’, filled in at the top right corner. Then he moved to the intercom attached to the wall behind his desk chair and held the button that connected him to the head office. “Hi, could we please have someone come to room 48? I need a student to be taken to the nurses office.” A garbled reply came back at him that he could only hope meant that someone would be sent soon. In the meantime, Jimin dug in his bag until he retrieved a sealed bottle of water. It wasn’t as cold as it had been when he had bought it, but it would do. He returned to the boy who had now buried his face into his hands, taking deep shaky breaths. “Felix… can you try taking some small sips of water for me?” Jimin knelt beside the desk once more, twisting off the cap of the bottle. “Just a few? When last did you eat or drink something?” He didn’t get much of a response other than the hybrid lifting his head enough to look at the open water before shakily taking it from Jimin. He took the smallest of sips before just sitting there with his eyes tightly shut. “Okay.” Jimin rubbed Felix’s back and stood up again, coughing into his arm before letting out a restrained groan. “Everyone, you have 40 minutes left. If you’re finishing off or just sitting there, then go through your answers again and make sure you’ve read the questions carefully.” It was almost ten minutes before Jimin heard a soft knock on the door. Felix had been sitting with his hands pressed tightly against his eyes, leaning heavily on his elbows while taking stuttering breaths. Jimin had been hovering with concern, but there wasn’t anything he could really do to help. The dog hybrid pretty much shunned him every time he murmured a gentle question or soothing words. Jimin left his spot next to the sick boy, giving a quick glance over the class to find that at least a third of them were watching him and not going over their work like he’d encouraged, but he called out a brief ‘half an hour left’ and moved to open the door. “Jimin?” “Jin.” Jimin let out a heavy breath, running a finger under his nose before leaning closer to the concerned elder. Silently thanking that their office employees had thought to call the school nurse directly and not some random other teacher to walk the boy to a better environment. “Hi, I’m not sure how sick this boy is, but he has a fever and I think he might be nauseous. He couldn’t tell me if it was from anxiety or something else so… He didn’t seem too keen on talking to me at all actually. I just gave him water.” Jin nodded, wiping his hands on his jeans before stepping forward to move into the class. For a moment he looked like he wanted to question Jimin on something else but thought better of it. “Where are they?” Jimin pointed him out and then stood back, trying his best to watch over the rest of the class and not interfere with Jin as he prompted a few words out of Felix – mostly about what he felt like and whether he was okay to walk – before helping him stand. The witch had to wrap an arm around the boys waist to kept him steady and they were forced to move at a slow pace, but Jin just murmured soft barely audible words of encouragement until they’d reached the door. Jimin lay a steadying hand on Jin’s arm before biting at his lip. “Do you need help getting back? I can ask the office to send another person..” “We’re fine Jimin.” Jin reassures, his hand rubbing gently at Felix’s side. “I know him, I’d rather just move slowly and not stress him out too much. You can come by in a bit if you’re worried, but I’ve got it.” Jimin let them go, closing the door softly behind them trying to ignore the tears that had sprung to Felix’s eyes as soon as the pair had left the room. Distracted, he gave a final slow walk through the rows of students. Most of them were finished now, some had lain down over their desks while others fiddled with their stationery. He gave a pleased nod to see that at least two students where carefully reading through their work and added to certain places, and then he passed Soobin. The boy had completely drawn over the back of his exam paper with dark detailed sketches that couldn’t have been done quickly. Jimin winced at the thought of how the boys answers must look, and took it has a hint to sit the rest of the time at his desk where he sipped at the final bit of his now lukewarm tea. He sent a few carefree texts to Yoongi, who had been complaining bitterly about having to stay at home for the day. Apparently he had tried to talk Namjoon into letting him work but the clumsy witch had threatened to jinx the elder if Yoongi came in to work. Jimin smiled at his boyfriend’s irritated messages, knowing that the warlock was probably still in bed despite him having his studio there if he really wanted to work. He still felt a bit bad about getting Yoongi sick, but the warlock had thankfully always been a quick healer, so hopefully if he rested for a day or two then he would be fine. Jimin sent a final ‘see you in a bit! Love you!’ before he readied up the exam folder to retrieve the papers. He coughed once into his fist, pushing up his glasses instinctively afterwards, then gave a soft smile. “Okay guys, if anyone is still writing I’m going to need you to stop.” * “Jin? You in here?” Jimin peeked into the small nurses office only to find it empty, ignoring how his voice had cracked. The desk had been pushed neatly to the side and had an open medical bag with some scattered medications on it but other than that and the locker off to the side that held Jin’s personal things, the room was impeccably clean. Although that shouldn’t surprise him, it was a nurses office. “Soekjin?” He heard a soft reply and then Jin appeared, ducking through the white curtain that basically blended into the wall. The sectioned off area for those that needed a bed to lay down in, if Jimin remembered correctly. “Yeah, hey.” Jin smiled and tugged at the collar of his shirt before collapsing into his chair with a sigh. “Sorry, I’ve been running everywhere.” “Mr. Popularity.” Jimin teased and entered properly into the room to lean against the second chair across from his friend. He flipped a small backpack up and dropped it onto the empty seat. “Felix left this. I didn’t want to leave it there in case there was something important inside. He can just fetch it from here whenever he’s back at school.” “He hasn’t left yet.” Jin let out a breath much heavier than before. His expression darker than what Jimin was used to seeing on him. “He stays in a foster home with a whole bunch of other kids, his guardians are always a bit preoccupied with the younger children. I think they like to think that the older kids can fend for themselves a lot better than what they actually can, but yeah. They were called, but his foster brother will probably be the one to fetch him after his classes for uni end.” Jimin frowned deeply. His chest ached in sympathy for the timid hybrid that had seemed close to passing out earlier. “Is he… okay?” “Mostly.” Jin shrugged, glancing back to the curtained area he had come through. “He threw up a few times and put up more of a fight than I thought possible when I tried to get him to drink a potion. I had to resort to just standard medicine, but it won’t be as effective. Seems like a flu.” “I felt awful that I couldn’t really help earlier.” Jimin admitted with a small sniff, rubbing at the tip of his nose swiftly. “He seemed scared to tell me anything, but I don’t know… maybe he just really wasn’t feeling well.” Jin shook his head. “This isn’t his first foster home, he got moved around a lot. From his file and the times he’s spoken to me, he has a bit of a rocky history with cat hybrids – of course his experiences kind of dealt more with predatory breeds but I suppose he just kind of categorised.” Now Jimin felt worse. He bit at his lip and locked his eyes onto the curtain as if he would be able to see the boy through the material. Was he asleep, or was he listening? Jimin’s throat tightened at the thought of having scared the dog hybrid. He didn’t really like causing someone else unnecessary stress, especially if there was a history of something … what, abusive? Maybe? “I didn’t realise… Why was he sent to school if he wasn’t feeling well?” “Beats me. Probably didn’t say anything, he’s only really comfortable with a few people and I don’t think he expects to rely on his foster parents.” Jin says quietly. “He’s a good kid, though. Very funny and loud when he wants to be. He just needs to open up to others a bit more, stop feeling like a burden and maybe participate a bit more.” Jimin nodded, twisting at one of his rings. “It’s hard sometimes, I get that. If he ever wants to he’s more than welcome to come by the dance studio’s. We sometimes hold after school classes for those that are curious or need extra practices. It might be a bit late to switch to it as a subject, but I’m willing to teach him a few things when he’s feeling better, maybe it will help in terms of meeting new people. Or I can ask Hobi if he can teach him a few things if he’ll feel more comfortable with a human teacher.” “I’ll let him know.” Jin let out a huff of a laugh. “How are you? Feeling better about being back?” Jimin grinned widely, leaning heavily onto the chair. “Loads better, Yoongi helped me a lot. I’m still a bit stuffy –“ “And your voice is super hoarse.” Jin said, then smiled teasingly as Jimin whined, his ears drooping a little. “Yeah, I know… But I really do feel better. I’m tired now but I’m happy to be back at work, I missed my kids. I got see two of my students during the exam, although I don’t think I have a lot of faith in the ones English skills. … its fine though.” Jimin straightened up and gave a dramatic wave of his hands. “He won’t need good marks in standard school, he’ll go far in dancing.” Jin pulled a face at Jimin’s words causing the younger to let out a small giggle. “Maybe not fail the standard schooling, but you get what I mean. He’s going places whether he gets those marks or not.” “Sure, Minnie. Just don’t tell him that he doesn’t need to get good marks in other things.” Jin advised teasingly. “That’s not the best way to educate the next generation.” A gentle knock on the office door had Jimin jumping in fright, his ears drawn back, and fur raised, only to see two boys hovering outside. He vaguely recognised one from seeing him in hallways but the shorter one was unfamiliar, they both had soft fae-like features and wide innocent eyes. The taller was still dressed in the academies uniform while the other was dressed entirely in baggy black clothes that reminded Jimin of Yoongi. Although he doubted Yoongi would willingly get a lip and eyebrow piercing… maybe Jimin could talk him into it… “Hey, Chan. You got here fairly quickly.” Jin rose from his seat. “ I think he’s asleep right now, but I’ll wake him up and give him a final look over.” “Thank you so much Mr. Kim.” The dark one said, smiling brightly at Jin before nodding a greeting at Jimin. He gave a soft ‘Hi’ before he pulled the light backpack off of the seat and handed it to the one Jin had addressed. “Here’s his bag.” “Thank you.” Chan accepted it quickly and gratefully. “Aren’t you one of the dance teachers? On the other side of the school?” The student, who looked about the same age as Felix despite being taller than both Chan and Jimin. “I saw you in that theatre performance thing like three months ago… right?” Jimin nodded, assuming that the boy was talking about the fundraiser that the school did that was mostly a time for the students to see the staff make fools of themselves doing dances or skits – or in his and the rest of the performance arts staffs’ case, their talent and skills being flaunted in their natural habitats. “Yep, I’m a modern – contemporary instructor, but I help out in the hip hop sector when I’m needed.” The boys face lit up at knowing he was right. “You’re dancing is so cool. You were so graceful on stage, it looked really beautiful.” Jimin smiled and felt his cheek warm. Jin had disappeared behind the curtain and Chan was watching Jimin with a small smile. “I remember now. I went and watched with him and some of our other brothers.” Chan added. “He kind of became obsessed with dance after that.” His cheeks burned and he let out a soft nervous cough into his fist. “That’s kind, thank you. Are you… all in the same Foster family as Felix?” Chan nodded before adding. “I don’t live there anymore, but I still spend time with some of them there, kind of become like real brothers, you know?” Jimin nodded, stilling feeling a bit off about thinking of them in a foster home. “Well I was just telling Jin that he was welcome to come by the studios if he ever felt interested in dance. As a way to open up a bit. I’m not sure if Felix would join if I taught him, but you’re welcome to join myself or Mr. Jung as well if you want – um..” “Hyunjin.” The boy said eagerly. “That’s so cool. I really want to, I wanted to take classes, but our guardians couldn’t pay for the extra fee.” Jimin bit back his grimace. It was unfortunate that students had to pay an extra amount for specialised classes but there wasn’t much he could do besides over informal schooling. “Well, we can organise once or twice a week to help you guys out. You actually look like the right build for a dancer, probably wont struggle too much…” Jin reappeared with the small dog hybrid following close behind, looking a bit steadier on his feet than before but still nowhere near healthy enough to be at school. Felix hesitated at the sight of him but didn’t stop for long before he move to sink into Chan’s arms. Jin spoke about some of the hybrids symptoms and what he’d need to take as well as giving a few things to watch out for and what to do if it got worse just in case their guardians got busy. Jimin moved back, letting the two boys move closer to their brother in the office. It was cute to see the three of them together, so different and yet there was a clear sense of family. Jimin sniffed only to regret it as a sharp piercing lemon scent that was no doubt coming from Felix flooded his senses. He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t smelt it earlier, perhaps it was because Felix was feeling safe – in any case, Jimin blinked hard. He pressed a finger secretly to his nose, but it only seemed to aggravate the itch. Damn it, he had really hoped that he had finished with this earlier – he had blown his nose enough times after leaving the class, but apparently not. ‘He’ingxt’ah.. h’ingxsh..hih..hih’IGTSHiew…’ He cringed as he felt eyes land on him but couldn’t do anything else but keep his hand covering his face. ‘hih’itchshew… h’IShiew..’ “Bless you, Jimin.” Jimin groaned and pulled a face, giving a soft and somewhat nervous sniffle. It seemed to be the end of it thankfully. Everyone was looking at him, but thankfully they didn’t seem to really care. “Thanks…” “Thought you were better, hmm?” “Jin,” Jimin pursed his lips and resisted the urge flick him. “Shut up. I’m fine now, just… lingering stuff.” Jin hummed but Jimin knew he was only trying to be annoying. “okay well, I’ll head out then.” Jimin clapped his hands together awkwardly, no longer wanting to stay in the room in case he was going to start being sensitive to any more scents. “Tell Yoongi to feel better for me, Min.” Jin said as he wrote down the names of specific medications that would be the most long lasting for a hybrid. Remembering the adorable sight he had left his boyfriend in that morning, Jimin spun around with a cheery gasp and wide glimmering eyes that had Jin laughing loudly, the other three in the room just blinking with bemusement at the suddenly change. “Get home Jimin! That wasn’t an invitation to start blabbering about your boyfriend. Actually, I’m very annoyed at you – It’s your fault that I didn’t get my extra Namjoon-day yesterday. I was devastated! Devastated Jimin!” Jin scolded him without even trying to suppress his smile. “You can sleep with your husband whenever you want Jin. No one is stopping you.” A pen smacked into his chest and Jimin bubbled with laughter as he danced out of range of the book that had come flying soon after the first projectile. “Don’t throw things at me!” “Yah! Don’t say inappropriate things in front of students, you bratty cat!” “They know what sex is!” Jimin argued playfully, coughing lightly as he caught the next book that came flying at his face. “So sensitive. Has it been that long?” “I should have never befriended you. I have to rethink my life choices.” Jin shook his head as he sent Felix an exasperated look. The dog hybrid was watching the interaction with wide, watery eyes. “Bye, Soekjin.” Jimin laughed, handing the book he had caught to Hyunjin. “I’ll let Yoongi know you care. If you want… I can ask him to make up something special to help-“ “GO HOME, BRAT!” Jimin pranced away, hearing the soft curses that Jin threw after him. Home. Despite how mixed his feelings were after finding out about Felix’s family life, he couldn’t help but be filled with a flood of warmth at the thought of his boyfriend waiting for him. Most likely still cuddled up into the warm nest Jimin had rearranged for him, unless the elder had decided to use energy to make food or something, but that seemed particularly doubtful after he had messaged Jimin about how lucid he felt and about the mountain of tissues creating a new city on the floor of their bedroom. It was endearing… possibly contagious to anyone else that stepped fought into their house but somehow, very endearing. #bts sickfic#bts fanfic#witch jin#nurse jin#hybrid jimin#dancer teacher jimin#alternate universe#stray kids#hybrid felix#I tossed some kpop idols into this mess just because I could#Its a mess#but I posted something#Its a little cute#I wanted caring Jimin#This is more plot than anything else i feel like 21 notes · View notes
scftblvshi · a year ago Text Hai, im new here but i will be making soft skz ff mainly sickfics/cute short fics of the ships, it would be nice if you requested any sickfics/ships you would like to read and the story line ^-^ #stray kids#straykidssickfics#sickfics#skz#minsung#hyunsung#changlix#chanlix#seungjin#hyunin 20 notes · View notes
sickiekpopboys · a year ago Text Hello!! This is my first post for this account. I’ve been lurking around sickfic tumblr for a while and decided to open this account! I write for practically any kpop boy group except for BTS, so go at it haha. Rules: – Be respectful with your requests pls – Will *only* do emeto and stomach aches – No scat – No sexual content Thanks for welcoming me 💕 #kpop sickfic#emeto#kpop#exo#ateez#stray kids#got7#monsta x 3 notes · View notes
pips-fics · a year ago Text ask by @writercirrus / @sickiecirrus (be sure to check out her fantastic writing!) : Hi!! My favorite fic is the one where Han gets sick and calls Channie who runs over and helps him. Idk why but I keep rereading. Your stories are always well written!! I’ve never been like LET ME EDIT THIS PLZZZ like I do with most other fanfics!! I do have a request… Channie gets the stomach flu and doesn’t want to be babied or fussed over but finally gives in and lets his members take care of him (idk why but I feel like Channie would be like that) big thanks to madeline once again for the lovely title! <3 and thank you to cirrus for the kind words and their request, it was a lot of fun to write 😀 tw: vomiting, insomnia, overworking take a rest, hyung ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– “you are not allowed to leave your bed today.” minho had taken one look at chan and decided to lay down the law. behind him, felix cackled. “chan stay in bed challenge!” chan groaned. that was the thing about these two: he couldn’t say no to either of them. felix because saying no to him felt like bullying a small child; minho because he already knew chan disagreed and clearly did not care. chan tried anyway. “i’m fine. you’re both just overreacting.” jisung poked his head through the doorway, looking skeptical. “who’s overreacting?” hope blossomed in chan’s chest. jisung would understand. “sungie! i just want to work on that one b-side, just for a bit. non strenuous activity, y’know?” “oh,” jisung said, giving chan a quick once-over. “no.” “what?” “yeah, hyung, you look like you’re going to pass out. don’t move.” it took all of chan’s willpower not to throw something in a fit of rage when jisung came over to check his temperature with the back of his hand. or it would have, except chan did feel slightly like he might pass out, actually. jisung whistled, and chan pretended like his head didn’t feel like it was splitting down the middle. “he’s pretty warm,” jisung said to minho, who nodded as if he already knew that. “well he’s been working non-stop recently and hardly sleeping,” hyunjin said from the doorway, quickly catching on to the situation. he took about three strides and crossed the room to press a glass of cool water to chan’s lips. chan sputtered. “what is wrong with you all? i’m not dying, i can take care of myself.” hyunjin looked at him skeptically. “you literally can’t, that’s the point i just made.” rather than respond to that, chan got up and pushed his way through the small crowd that had begun to encircle him. he walked to the kitchen and then, without preamble, vomited into the sink. after three quick, powerful, and unpleasant expulsion of his stomach contents, chan wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and turned to see seungmin starring at him, open mouthed. across the room, jeongin choked on the water he’d been drinking. chan frowned. “what? i feel better now,” he explained. seungmin’s mouth snapped shut, then opened again. “what. the fuck.” chan soon found himself being marched back to his bedroom by the two youngest members of stray kids. he wasn’t stupid. chan understood that the other boys cared about him, and that they were just trying to help. he knew it would make them feel better, so he resigned himself to allowing their fussing - just temporarily. chan would admit that the cool towels jisung kept putting on his forehead felt nice, and it was very sweet that the boys ensured someone was with him at all times - to prevent boredom, seungmin said. but then, that was the problem - chan wouldn’t be bored if they would just let him work, but as soon as he took his laptop out, minho confiscated it. “this is so unfair,” chan complained. minho just smirked at him, seeming to take great pleasure in chan’s annoyance. “you can thank me later.” chan grumbled under his breath, but thought smugly that the joke was on minho, in the end. chan had his phone hidden under the covers, so he could work on writing lyrics using that. heck, he could even plug in his AirPods an work on producing with a mobile app, if he really wanted to. chan smiled slightly, feeling clever, and then sprinted to the bathroom. despite minho’s annoying tough love, there was something soothing about having someone there to brush chan’s sweaty bangs away from his forehead as he emptied his stomach. this time the nausea didn’t pass quite a quickly, or as completely - even after a ten minute camp out filled with productive heaving, chan still felt woozy, and he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. he hid them in his hoodie pockets as minho guided him back to the bedroom. things were quieter after that. most of the younger guys were at the studio practicing the dance moves for their upcoming music video, and changbin, who chan hadn’t seen all day, was probably cooped up with jisung trying to pick up the slack from chan’s day off. chan was genuinely exhausted and was tempted to actually rest, but sleep didn’t come easily with guilt hanging over him. no matter how much he told himself it was better in the long run, the knowledge that someone had to do whatever he didn’t have time for was eating chan up inside. so, after trying and failing to sleep for about ten minutes, chan slid under the covers and got to work on his phone. he tried to be kind to himself, but he wasn’t making much progress even while he was working on stuff. when changbin barged in and suddenly threw chan’s covers off to snatch his phone out of his hands, chan was less than pleased. “changbin! what the fuck!” “hyung, you’re supposed to be sleeping!” changbin said, annoyance lining his voice. “what, did jisung tell you that?” chan felt angry tears spring to his eyes and quickly wiped them away, but he saw changbin soften. “of course he did,” changbin said. “he’s so worried about you that he can’t get a single thing done, hyung. so please, just rest? at least let your eyes take a break from your screens?” in the corner of the room, minho checked his watch - or the place on his wrist where the would’ve been a watch, if he’d owned one. “welp, looks like my shift is up. changbin, babysitting duty is all yours.” changbin frowned, but took minho’s place silently. chan refused to meet his eyes. “hyung?” “just leave me alone, changbin, please.” it wasn’t anger, but it came off that way. it was shame. the thought that chan had thrown jisung off, too, and now changbin was here taking care of him - chan hated it. they were all going to get in trouble for slacking at this rate, and it was chan’s fault about three times over. truthfully, chan felt like crying, but that would only make things worse, so instead he pulled out out a notebook. on accident, he met changbin’s disapproving gaze. chan’s voice came out sounding very small. “bin, please.” arms crossed, changbin breathed a sigh through his nose. he didn’t say anything, but his eyes slid away from chan and he clear didn’t intend to stop him. the guilt settled heavier than ever in chan’s already upset stomach, but he hoped making some progress on work would help him feel better. unfortunately, it wasn’t that easy. with every minute that passed, chan felt worse. he jotted down some notes, just vague ideas but most of his energy was being expended just trying to keep his stomach contents in place. by the time he admitted to himself that he was fighting a losing battle, chan could hardly move without risking making a mess. he set his notes aside, and put a trembling hand over his mouth. his attempt to get changbin’s attention was cut off before he could even say “bin,” and it was all chan could do to swallow the sick in his throat back down. he wasn’t entirely successful, but thankfully, changbin had sprung up and handed chan the plastic bowl minho had left by his bedside. things still weren’t pretty. chan had held the sick in for so long that once he stopped fighting it, it spewed forth with so much force that it splattered the bed - and chan’s notes. changbin scrambled to save them, but chan waved him off. “throw them out,” he said dejectedly, right before coughing himself into another vomiting spell. at this point, chan was beyond exhausted, and the room wouldn’t stop spinning before his eyes. when he squeezed them shut, he felt even sicker and retched hollowly until changbin forced him to drink some water that chan threw up again almost immediately. chills ran through him so viciously that chan worried he might lose his grip on the bowl, and was relieved when someone else’s hands appeared to keep it steady. by the time he was done, chan wanted absolutely nothing more than a hug. when he looked up with tears in his eyes, chan found that jeongin was the one holding the bowl and froze. “are you all back?” it was one thing, he thought, to inconvenience changbin alone - he and changbin had been through thick and thin together, and despite chan’s guilt, he knew changbin would brush this off soon enough. he wasn’t as sure about the other members of his team. “are you okay?” chan asked, on second thought. jeongin scoffed. “hyung, can you please stop worrying about the rest of us for one second and worry about yourself? or better yet, just let us do the worrying for you, for once.” chan sniffled, and felt tears prick his eyes. his boys had really matured. the realization took the breath out of him for a second, and the tension went with it. he flopped back onto his pillows and nodded. “yeah, alright, innie, i’ll give it a go.” after that, it was a flurry of activity. tasks, apparently, had been delegated by seungmin, so changbin cleaned out the bucket, hyunjin grabbed more water, minho put the blankets in the wash, jisung brought new blankets, jeongin cleaned chan up - and felix was on immediate snuggle duty. as the others finished their tasks, they joined, one by one, until the bed was a pile of the people chan treasured most. in the end, it was easier than he’d thought, falling asleep surrounded by love. —— a very quick reader survey (specific to this fic!) to make me smile and celebrate hyunjin <3 —— feel free to send more asks! / rules #sick chan#tw insomnia#tw vomit#tw emeto#kpop emeto#emeto tw#tw throwing up#vomit tw#vomiting#skz sickfic#stray kids sickfic#sickfic#kpop sickfic#bang chan#seo changbin#lee know#lee felix#hwang hyunjin#kim seungmin#yang jeongin#i.n.#han jisung#ot8#[ take a rest hyung ] 44 notes · View notes dudadragneel · a month ago Text You blinked and I am here once again with my sickfic brain activated mode part....no one is counting So! I am at a place right now where I'm basically wearing a mask 24h, which means I am also sleeping with a mask on. And of course, my rhinitis is attacking me as always. That plus a mask, nice experience. Just to add this here I am wearing two KN95 masks and I am breathing marvelously, no problem. To anyone who is still complaining about wearing a mask, stop being a little b***. OKAY! Back to my sickfic brain dream last night. I dont really remember the context of the dream (it was a really psychedelic one, dont question me) but regardless, my brain found a way to put a sickfic part in it either way. It has to do with Stray Kids. I have absolutely no idea what they were doing but Changbin was really out of breath, like, feeling like he was suffocating and moments later he threw up on himself. (I hate the idea of people throwing up on themselves in sickfics but that's what happened in the dream so....). But like, I have no idea what they were doing to explain why he was feeling like that and who were the caretakers. But yeah. Oh, tiny little detail, he was wearing a black simple outfit Yeah, that was basically it. #sick#whump#sickfic#emeto#kpop emeto#stray kids emeto#stray kids sickfic#kpop sickfic 0 notes cuddlepilefics · 25 days ago Text Hot 'n Cold Fandom: Stray Kids Sickie: Hyunjin Caregiver: Stray Kids Hyunjin comes down with an annoying summer cold. No one’s POV.: Hyunjin preferred the colder seasons, always had, and right now especially, he wasn’t happy with the fact that it was summer. He couldn’t stand being sweaty all the time and over the past few days, they had been experiencing a heat wave, causing the dancer’s mood to deteriorate further. Most of the time, Hyunjin had simply avoided going outside, which wasn’t too difficult with how busy they were but he soon came to realize that maybe staying inside wasn’t the perfect solution either. With the aircon always running on full blast, the dancer soon found himself rather sniffly. “Isn’t allergy season over?”, Changbin frowned, when his dongsaeng had once again turned aside to sneeze. Hyunjin had been sneezing a lot this morning and was already starting to sound stuffed up. The dancer shrugged, running his wrist under his runny nose before turning back towards his friends. The dance-racha was currently trying to teach the rest of the group a new choreography but so far, Hyunjin hadn’t been of much help. He was too busy trying to keep his overly sensitive nose in check, so Minho had done most of the teaching with Felix’ assistance. To be entirely honest, Hyunjin was glad they were only teaching the new choreography because it meant they’d go over all of the moves slowly. He wouldn’t have had the energy to actually dance the same routine over and over again but slowly demonstrating the moves, he could manage that. Sure, his muscles felt sore from the dance-racha’s practice session the previous day and he was exhausted from barely sleeping the night before but he could manage to just assist Minho’s instructions. The main reason Hyunjin had lost sleep the previous night, was due to the overwhelming heat. The aircon in his room had broken down, leaving him unbearably sweaty. He had eventually resorted to sleeping on the couch in the living room because it was cooler there but still, his head hurt either from the heat or from dehydration after sweating so much. Trying to avoid that today, Hyunjin made sure to drink as much water as he could but it was hard. Though his throat constantly felt dry, motivating him to drink more, it also hurt to swallow, which made it difficult to actually get the water down. As the morning progressed, Hyunjin got more certain that the air conditioning had given him a cold because Changbin was right, it wasn’t allergy season anymore. With how spaced out the dancer was, he barely noticed how Minho called for a break and startled when the older placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, that was your favorite part we were just going over. I thought you had wanted to teach it”, Minho frowned. He had only taught that part because Hyunjin made no move to do so. Looking at the older confused, Hyunjin admitted: “Sorry, I don’t really feel like myself right now. The heat is really messing with me.” – “Aish, not you too”, Minho worried, lowering his voice, “Jeongin took a few showers last night and complained about a headache this morning, so I’m trying to take more breaks and make sure everyone stays hydrated. If you need one just speak up, yeah?” Hyunjin nodded but the motion made him dizzy and he had to steady himself on his hyung’s shoulder. Minho instinctively gripped his arms, frowning: “You okay?” – “Lightheaded”, the younger breathed, allowing Minho to lower him to the ground. He already felt better after a few seconds of sitting but still accepted the water Chan handed him. The leader had rushed over when he saw how Minho had gripped the boy, afraid he’d crumple to the ground right there with how vacant his eyes had looked. “Are you okay now?”, Chan asked softly, when Hyunjin lowered the water bottle. The dancer hummed in confirmation, afraid of moving his head too fast again. The two oldest members made eye contact, wordlessly agreeing that they’d all take it slow today since they could see all of their dongsaengs struggle in one way or another. The heat surely taking a toll on all of them. Offering Hyunjin a hand, Minho smiled: “Why don’t you sit the next ten minutes of our practice out? You already know the choreo anyway.” Usually, Hyunjin would’ve been too proud for that but this time, he agreed. It wasn’t like he’d miss anything and he as so tired. When his hyung had walked him over to their bags, he pressed his cool water bottle against his forehead, relieved when it eased the pounding a little. He could tell the rest of the group was getting ready to resume their practice but he kept his eyes closed. For some reason, his eyes burned and it was a struggle to keep them from watering. He eventually gave up and allowed the irritated tears to drip from his lashes. No, he wasn’t crying but his eyes were. Digging through his bag, Hyunjin pulled out a pack of tissues and wiped his eyes before trying to blow his nose. The attempt only irritated his already sensitive nose more and he ended up catching two itchy sneezes in the tissues before blowing his nose again. Too out of it, Hyunjin didn’t notice the worried glances his hyungs shot him and even managed to fall asleep after pulling his legs up to his chest and resting his chin on them. He woke up to something cool pressed against his forehead. “He’s running a fever”, Jeongin informed, removing hand again. Minho had allowed the maknae to take another break but asked him to check on Hyunjin. The dancer whined hoarsely at the loss of contact, the cool touch having felt so nice. Jeongin’s statement was enough to make Chan rush over, confirming that Hyunjin was indeed much warmer than he should be. When the leader asked him what was going on, Hyunjin sniffled: “The airco’d gave mbe a cold.” The congestion had gotten even more evident in his voice as if to prove his point. “Do you want to go back to the dorm?”, Chan offered, “There’s not much for you to do here anyway and you’re in no condition to work.” The younger tiredly shook his head, remembering his broken aircon. He was already sweating enough as it was, so he was the most comfortable here in the practice, if only it wasn’t so loud. They let him rest there until lunch, by then, Hyunjin had started to shiver uncontrollably, the aircon having chilled him all the way through. Coughing into the crook of his arm, the dancer volunteered to go out with Chan and Changbin to get food and cold drinks for everyone. Mainly, he just wanted to get out into the sun in hopes of easing the chills but as soon as the trio exited the building, he had to realize just how unbearably bright it was. Flinching, he squeezed his eyes shut and shielded them with his eyes before Changbin linked their arms. The rapper himself felt incredibly hot with the sun burning down on them and wasn’t fond of the additional warmth the skin contact provided but he didn’t want his friend to run into anything and guided him to the diner. Hyunjin kept his eyes closed for most of the way, his headache increasing. He could faintly feel the sun burning his skin but his bones still felt as if they were made from ice. He shuddered as they stepped into the airconditioned diner but finally dared to open his eyes again, despite them watering like crazy. Chan ordered the food and Changbin kept a comforting hand on Hyunjin’s sweaty back, the shirt sticking to the dancer’s skin, making him feel even more disgusting. Hyunjin had spaced out again, only being brought back to focus when Chan put sunglasses on him. The leader carried a bag with their takeout, only waiting for him to get his bearings, so they could return to the company building. Hyunjin fixed the sunglasses and accepted the cold to-go cup, Changbin handed him. “We got you iced tea, might help your throat some”, the rapper explained, when his dongsaeng eyed the cup curiously. Hyunjin took a sip from the straw and shuddered at the temperature, hoarsely replying: “It feels nice on mby throat but I’m still kinda cold.” – “Don’t worry, we’re heading back now and you’ll be way too warm soon”, Chan chuckled sympathetically, leading them back to the company building. Changbin had his arm looped around Hyunjin’s waist this time, afraid the dancer would topple over. Hyunjin indeed felt pretty lightheaded and figured the heat outside wasn’t doing his fever any good. He was glad when they returned to the company building and joined the rest of the group at the practice room. Chan had offered multiple times for Hyunjin to go home and rest but to be entirely honest, despite or rather because he felt so miserable, the dancer didn’t want to be alone even if that meant he’d have to stay at the company building until his friends were done with their schedule. He didn’t have much of an appetite but the cold tea had soothed his throat enough for him to get at least a few bites down. “Hey, I had some medicine in my practice bag”, Minho hummed, crouching next to Hyunjin, “It should help the headache and hopefully also bring your fever down a bit.” The younger gratefully accepted the pill and washed it down with the last few sips of his iced tea before laying back on the practice room floor. Felix soon joined him, sitting next to his friend. The Aussie had collected Hyunjin’s towel and poured some cold water onto it before dabbing it against the other’s feverish forehead. “Why do you refuse to go home hyung? Wouldn’t it be nice to take a cool shower and put on fresh clothes?”, Felix asked softly, pouring some more water onto the towel, “You could rest in your own bed. It’s not comfy here.” Hyunjin relaxed at the cool touch, sniffling: “I-I really dod’t feel good, Lix. I’d be alode at the dormb a’d I dod’t wadda be alode.” The Aussie hummed in acknowledgement. He would’ve loved to take the other home but they still had work to do. When everyone had finished their lunch, Minho offered to buy ice cream for everyone, asking: “You were cold from the aircon earlier, do you want to come with us, Jinnie?” – “Dot cold adybore”, Hyunjin choked out, sitting up to cough. He had gone from freezing half to death to sweating like crazy and was convinced his skin had would soon peel off from how he was burning. Minho ended up taking Seungmin and Jeongin with him after getting everyone’s orders, while Felix remained next to Hyunjin, allowing the older to rest his head on his thigh. Jisung handed Felix a handheld fan before scurrying off to the bathroom to get more tissues. Hyunjin sighed in relief when the fan blew cool air into his face. It felt nice but his eyes were still way too hot. When he tried to open them, so they could get cooled down too, they only started to water. “How are you feeling now, Jinnie? Did the medicine Minho gave you help any?”, Chan asked worriedly, frowning at the growing sweat stain on the front of his dongsaeng’s chest. Hyunjin shrugged, admitting: “Dot sure it’s doi’g adythi’g yet. I hate this. There’s too mbuch water combi’d from mby face, everythig’s runni’g, mby eyes, mby eyes, the sweat, …. Please mbake it stop.” – “I’m sorry, Jinnie”, Chan sighed, squeezing the dancer’s shoulder. Felix shot Jisung a grateful smile, when the rapper handed him a bunch of tissues and gently dabbed them under Hyunjin’s eyes to dry up the irritated tears. He pressed one of the tissues into Hyunjin’s hand, who tiredly propped himself up to blow his nose, triggering an itchy sneeze. When he laid back down, Felix ran his hands through the other’s sweat-damp hair, trying his best to make him as comfortable as he could. He re-wetted the towel and dabbed it across Hyunjin’s overheated face, earning a tired smile from the older. Everyone except for Hyunjin looked up when their friends returned with ice cream. Jeongin made his way over and poked the dancer’s arm, beaming: “You didn’t say anything earlier but I chose strawberry ice cream for you, hyung.” Sniffling softly, Hyunjin sat up and moved from where he had rested to lean back against the wall. “Thagk you, Innie”, he mumbled quietly, accepting the ice cream from his youngest dongsaeng. It felt nice on his sore throat, numbing the pain and cooling him do
SneezyMinniejo — Hey can I ask a fic where minho and chan are sick…
Here it is, hope you like it.
TW emeto
One is Okay, Two is a Mess
It was nine o’clock on a Saturday morning, and Jeongin had just woken up a few minutes ago. When he had gone into the kitchen to grab breakfast, he found a note from Changbin saying that he, Hyunjin, Jisun, Felix, and Seungmin had gone out for the day to go shopping and wouldn’t be back until late. Jeongin sighed at this, a little bit irritated that he hadn’t been invited along, but he decided to make the most of his day alone at the dorm. By the time he had finished breakfast, no one else had appeared, so Jeongin had assumed that Chan and Minho had gone to the company building to practice or something. He went to the living room to catch up on the latest k-drama he had been watching.
It was around ten o’clock when Jeongin started to hear the sounds of someone else being in the dorm. He heard a door open and close, followed by a faucet being turned on. He thought nothing of until he thought he heard loud retching. He quickly paused his show and went to investigate. He knocked on the bathroom door before speaking. “Hyung, are you okay in there, do you need me to come in?” All he heard in response was the faucet being turned off before another loud retch came from whoever was in there. Jeongin decided to risk whatever glares and privacy lectures he might get, and opened the door
There, standing bent over the toilet, was an extremely pale Minho, who also looked like he was about to pass out. He quickly entered the bathroom and made it to Minho just as he crumpled to the floor. Jeongin was glad that he had been working out recently, otherwise there would have been no way he’d be able to support Minho without some kind of help. Thankfully, Minho hadn’t fully passed out, his legs just gave out. Jeongin carried Minho to the couch, since it was actually closer than the older’s room. Right after he got Minho on the couch, Jeongin heard the sound of someone else being sick, this time on the floor. Since five of the members had gone out, and he and Minho were in the living room, there was only one person it could be. Chan
Jeongin got to Chan’s room and found him sitting on his bed, with vomit all over himself and the floor. Jeongin opened his mouth to say something, but Chan spoke before he could. “Innie, I made a mess.” Right after Chan said that, he threw up again. Jeongin did his best to avoid the puke on the floor and helped Chan get to the bathroom to get cleaned up, while he cleaned up the vomit in the bedroom. Jeongin also texted Changbin in hopes that he would get some reinforcements.
Once Jeongin had finished cleaning up Chan’s room, he went to the bathroom to check on the leader. Chan was now clean but looked confused. “Chan-hyung, are you okay?” Chan startled a little bit. “Innie, there’s puke in the toilet.” Jeongin nodded and swore to himself over the fact that he hadn’t flushed Minho’s sick beforehand. “Did I do that? Innie, am I sick?” Jeongin just stared at Chan astounded at the fact that he didn’t seem to remember that he had thrown up in his room. Jeongin felt his forehead. It felt warm, sure, but not scalding. Jeongin helped Chan to the couch as well, not wanting to deal with two sick hyung in different rooms, then went to get supplies.
Jeongin returned to the living room with two buckets, medicine, and two thermometers. Why they had more than one thermometer, he didn’t know, but he didn’t care.He stuck one thermometer in each mouth and gave both hyungs a bucket. He looked at the thermometers as soon as they beeped, and to his surprise Chan had a fairly low fever of 100.9, while Minho had a moderate fever of 102.3. He then left to quickly make some ramen.
“Here, hyungs. I made some cup ramen without the flavor packets. It should hopefully be gentle on your stomachs. Minho took hi and started eating, while chan just stared at the ramen and the chopsticks in his hands as if they were supposed to work on their own. Jeongin was unsure of what to do until Minho spoke up. “Innie, Chan is absolutely useless when he has a fever, even if it’s low. Either get him a fork, or feed him yourself.” Jeongin felt it would be too awkward for him to be feeding his eldest hyung, so he opted for grabbing one of the few forks they had lying around. Chan still struggled a little bit with the fork, but had no real problems feeding himself. Jeongin made sure to give his two eldest hyungs medicine when they finished eating.
It was about an hour later when Minho got sick again. Minho was glad that Jeongin had brought buckets, because this wave of nausea had come on so fast there wouldn’t be any time to get to the toilet. He kneeled on the floor with his head over the bucket as he began to gag. In between gags he told Jeongin to hold the other bucket under Chan’s mouth, because Chan also had a sensitive stomach when he had a fever.
Jeongin did as told and held one bucket under Chan, while Minho was being sick in his own bucket. Jeongin really hoped that Chan wouldn’t puke, but sure enough, Chan suddenly leaned forward and one productive gag later he started throwing up again as well. Jeongin was doing his best given the circumstances, but with all the sick he’d been around, he wasn’t sure his own stomach was going to last much longer. Thankfully, before could calculate how much longer he could tolerate being around people actively puking, Changbin and Jisung walked in. The two surveyed the damage before they allowed Jeongin to take a breather.
Jeongin took a five minute breather in his room before coming back out. “Thanks hyungs. I wasn’t sure if I could be so close to someone being sick without getting sick myself. I owe you one.” Jeongin paused before continuing. “If you want, you guys can go back out. I think I can handle them now that I’ve had a moment to recollect myself.” Changbin refused, but allowed Jisung to go and continue having a fun day with the millennium line. “Jeongin, while I have total faith in your ability to take care of people while sick, Chan is completely incapable of doing anything right now.” Jeongin couldn’t argue with that “I’m sure you’d much rather focus on one sick hyung that is able to function, instead of one that can function and one that isn’t able to identify needing to puke with heartburn.” Jeongin agreed to that statement and thanked Changbin. The duo then spent the rest of the day tending to their sick hyungs, while the millennium line continued shopping. They did bring back medicine and other essentials for their sick hyungs, so it was all good. The day ended with everyone in the living room watching Spiderman.
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