Bts sickfics (cause there really aren't enough)- REQUESTS CLOSED

Jimin - stoma (and a message)

Hi y'all! I'm back! woo! 

Still tryna get back in the swing of things i guess, but i want to write something. I want to finish this chapter so i can do something new hehe. 

i hope its good enough!

Jimin was sat on the toilet, his arms wrapped around his stomach with a grimace on his face.

It wasn't a rare situation. It happened a lot. Jimin happened to be cursed with irritable bowel syndrome.

He was lucky enough to not be too affected by it. He'd get stomach cramps every so often, and his stool was constantly changing, but thanks to medication, it had never had to bad of an affect on his life. Until now.

And so here he was, sat on the toilet, his stomach cramping as his bowels empty themselves with little control. He bit his lip and tears started to flow in his eyes at how bad the cramps were. He'd never felt cramps this bad in all the years of having ibs.

He heard a soft knock on the door followed by the warm, deep, soothing sound of taehyungs voice.

"Are you alright in there jiminie? you've been in there a while."

Jimin stays silent, not sure whether to answer honestly and tell the truth or to lie and say he was fine. Despite living with all 6 of them for many years now, he still gets embarrased over it. He's pulled out of his daze by taehyung knocking again and calling his name.

"u-um, i'm just-... having some tummy troubles... i'll be ok" He tries to sound calm, but the waver in his voice is still apparent.

"Can i come in?" Taehyung asks, and jimin sighs. It smells horrible, and he doesn't want to subject tae to that, but he needs comfort right now.

"ok..." Jimin replies. He'd learnt to never lock the door when he's in there, since he can't really move away from the toilet to unlock it if he needs to.

Taehyung walks in, immediately getting a whiff of the horrible smell, but he's used to that by now.

"Oh poor jiminie, you must be having a bad time." He comes and kneels next to Jimin, stroking his hair. Jimin just nods. His eyes are tearful, but he's not crying yet. "Did you take your medication today?"

"mmhmm" Jimin nods, and he starts shaking a little.

"Poor thing" Taehyung coos. He just sits with him for a while, but jimin is still going. Taehyung's surprised he has anything left in him at this point.

He doubles over with a harsh cramp, hissing. His arms stay pressed tightly into his abdomen. Taehyung rubs his back in circles with worried eyes, and grimaces at the wet, bubbling sounds coming from jimin. 

After an hour of being sat on the toilet, jimin is exhausted. He's dehydrated. He's humiliated. There's not much left in him yet his bowels still contract as if there were.

"This is bad jiminie, you must be having a flare up." Taehyung says. The others had walked past and asked what was going on, but none of them stayed, not wanting to fill the bathroom with 7 bodies. It would be too cramped. So they just stayed out of it for now.

Jimins breaths were quick and laboured, and he was starting to hunch over with exhaustion. Taehyung got more and more worried by the second. Jimin had never been like this. He'd have some dodgy stools every so often and spend a little longer in the bathroom, but it was never like this. It was never so bad he'd be dehydrated and exhausted.

"Maybe we should take you to the hospital buddy..." Taehyung said, rubbing jimins back. Jimin just let out a scared whine and shook his head. He didn't want to go to a hospital. He didn't want to be made to lie on a hospital bed and shit himself everywhere. He didn't want that.