Fluffy ATEEZ Oneshots🧸

Calming incense 🌡️

Sickie: Mingi
Caregivers: Ateez

No one’s pov.:

“Hey, you good?”, Yunho asked softly as he took a seat next to Mingi when they finally got a ten minute break during dance practice. The rapper had been awfully quiet all morning and according to Seonghwa, he had skipped breakfast that morning. Mingi gave a curt nod but his face remained tense. That was when Yunho noticed the arm his dongsaeng had wrapped around his middle. His hand trembled ever so slightly when he reached for his water bottle and took a tentative sip. Their break would be over soon and Mingi didn’t feel like moving at all. He had had a hard time sleeping the previous night, his thoughts way too loud and too fast for him to doze off. At some point during the night, a dull ache had formed in his stomach. By the time he had to get up, the pain had transformed into cramps, sharp stabs of pain shooting across his abdomen. With how little sleep he had gotten, his head was pounding and he craved a cup of coffee to ease the pain and clear the exhausted daze in his head but he knew he wouldn’t be doing his cramping stomach any favors and his heart was already racing, so coffee was out of question.

Their break was almost over when Mingi finally dared to make eye contact with his friend, muttering: “Couldn’t sleep and my stomach hurts.” – “How bad is it?”, Yunho whispered, glancing at the clock. The rapper shrugged. He knew he wasn’t sick, which was exactly why he hadn’t mentioned it. Releasing a shaky breath, Mingi admitted: “’s an anxious tummyache.” He picked at his nails, glancing towards the practice room floor. “’m really on edge an’ not sleeping didn’t help”, he breathed, “My head hurts and I’m exhausted but too restless to sleep.” – “Do you need a break?”, Yunho asked gently, “I could talk to Hongjoong-hyung for you if you can’t. I don’t mind.” The younger shook his head and closed his eyes focusing on his breath to slow it down a little. Forcing a smile, Mingi hummed: “I appreciate it but I can keep going. It’s only dance practice and a songwriting session with Hongjoong-hyung later. No public appearances or anything, I’ll be okay.”

With the way Mingi moved as the continued their practice, the rest of the group soon caught on to his stomach ache. They’d be on their lunch break soon and the rapper was dreading it. He still had no appetite but he knew he couldn’t miss another meal. Maybe one of the members had some painkillers with him, so he’d at least be able to take something for the headache. When they split up for lunch, Mingi didn’t choose what he wanted to eat so much as he chose who he wanted to eat with. He simply tagged along with Yunho, Yeosang and Jongho, not caring where they’d go as long as he was with them. Yunho stayed close to him when he put on his mask and beanie, pulling his hood up to shield as much of his face from view as possible.

Yunho comfortingly squeezed Mingi’s thigh under the table, his heart aching as he watched his friend force down a small serving of plain rice while his stomach churned. “Does any of you have any painkillers with you? My head’s thumping”, the rapper muttered. Taking a moment to swallow, Jongho hummed: “Yeah, I have. Is that all that’s bothering you, do you need anything else?” – “My tummy hurts but it’s not bad enough to take anything for it”, Mingi admitted with a forced smile as he watched the maknae rummage through his bag. He muttered a pathetic ‘thanks’ when Jongho handed him a pill and quickly downed it with a few sips of water.

When they made their way back to the company building, Mingi regretted that he hadn’t asked Jongho for something to soothe his stomach. He wasn’t sure whether his small meal would settle alright, for now it felt weird and the frequent cramps caused him to walk with a bit of a limp. Luckily, he wouldn’t have to move much for the rest of the day. A real smile tugged at his lips when he sat down in his seat next to Hongjoong and the leader handed him a paper cup of tea. He wasn’t one to be openly affectionate with the members but he did care for them in more subtle ways. Thanking the older quietly, Mingi took a sip and recognized the taste. It was a herbal tea blend similar to the one he occasionally drank when he got anxiety-induced stomachaches. The somewhat familiar taste grounded him and he allowed his rigid back to sink against the back rest.