Posted same on atz Au, but this is Wooyoung being sick in atz, not au so
"I need bathroom rela quick," Wooyoung muttered, leaving San's room quickly to stop himself from embarrassment of crying in front of San.
"You ok -" San asked worridly, getting cut when Wooyoung reched, lips pressed in a line.
"Gonna throw up, can't breathe," Wooyoung reched again, legs folding under his body but San caught him on time, putting the trash bin in front of him in the middle of the corridor.
"Wha- ih shit," Seonghwa gasped, coming to Wooyoung's side.
"What- Seonghwa, where did you go, oh, Wooyoung?" Hongjoong rushed down the hallway, his brows furrowed in concern as he caught sight of the scene unfolding.
Seonghwa quickly knelt beside Wooyoung, gently rubbing his back. "Breathe, Wooyoung. In and out, slowly," he encouraged, his voice steady and soothing despite the panic in his chest.
"Wha- what happened?" Hongjoong asked, his focus darting between Wooyoung and San, who was still standing in the doorway, looking equally alarmed.
San swallowed hard, his eyes wide. "I don't know, he just… he ran out of here saying he needed the bathroom, and then—"
Wooyoung gasped, a shudder running through him as he tried to follow Seonghwa's instructions. The knot of anxiety coiling in his stomach made it hard to think. "Please… just give me a minute," he managed to say, a shaky breath escaping his lips as he leaned over the trash bin.
As he did so, both Hongjoong and Seonghwa exchanged worried glances. "What triggered this?" Hongjoong murmured, half to himself and half to San.
"I don’t know, but we need to help him," San replied, his voice laced with urgency.
Seonghwa maintained his light pressure on Wooyoung's back. "Just focus on my voice, okay? You're not alone. We're right here," he said softly.
Hongjoong stepped closer, kneeling on the floor beside Seonghwa. "You want some water or something? Just tell us what you need."
Wooyoung shook his head, breathing unevenly. "I just… need it to pass," he whispered, lashes fluttering as he tried to control the rising panic threatening to engulf him.
×
"Wooyoung is sick. We need medicine also since it finished. Can you buy some for nausea and fever in case?" Hongjoong said on the phone, talking to Yeosang, who was with Jongho, Yunho, and Mingi at the convenience store nearby. There was a sense of urgency in his tone, his eyes darting back to Wooyoung as he continued to struggle.
"Got it, I’ll grab whatever you need," Yeosang replied immediately, his voice calm but alert. "How’s he doing?"
"Not great," Hongjoong admitted, glancing at Seonghwa, who was still doing his best to comfort Wooyoung. "He’s been nauseous, and I think he might have a fever, too. Just hurry, please."
"I’m on it," Yeosang promised before hanging up. He turned to the others as they walked through the aisles, grabbing items that Hongjoong had mentioned. "We need medicine for nausea and fever, and let’s get some ginger ale or something. It might help calm his stomach."
Jongho nodded, quickly picking up a bottle of ginger ale while Yunho and Mingi searched for other supplies. "Do you think it’s just anxiety?" Yunho questioned as he spotted some motion-sickness tablets.
"I think it might be a mix of things," Yeosang replied. "He’s been dealing with a lot lately. Stress can really mess with you, especially if you’re already feeling unwell."
Mingi frowned, moving to grab some crackers as well. "Food might help, too, right? Something light?"
"Definitely. Let’s just make sure we get back quickly," Yeosang said as they headed towards the checkout. "Wooyoung needs us."
Back at the dorm, Wooyoung was starting to regain some color in his cheeks, though he still leaned heavily against Seonghwa, who was whispering calming words. San was pacing just a few steps away, worried eyes flicking from Wooyoung to the hallway, anxiously awaiting the return of the others.
"Come on, Wooyoung, just take deep breaths," Seonghwa said gently, noticing the way Wooyoung seemed to be centering himself. "You’re doing great. Just a little longer."
Wooyoung nodded, feeling slightly more grounded but still shaky. "I’m sorry," he murmured, feeling embarrassed by his outburst.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," San replied firmly. "We’re all here for you. You can cry if you need to; just let it out."
Before Wooyoung could respond, they heard the front door open, and the rush of footsteps followed. Yeosang and the others quickly entered, arms laden with bags.
"We got everything!" Yeosang announced, excitement mixed with a tinge of worry. "Including ginger ale and the medicine!"
"Perfect timing," Hongjoong said, quickly moving aside to let them in. "Let’s get him settled."
As Yeosang hurried to place the items down, Jongho moved to Wooyoung's side. "Hey, just take it easy. We’ll get you feeling better in no time," he said, his tone reassuring.
Wooyoung nodded, getting up on his feet with the help from Seonghwa on his side and Hongjoong on the other, who both carefully guided him to the living room. The soft couch was a welcome sight, and they helped him settle down, ensuring he was surrounded by pillows to provide support.
"Here, I’ll get you some water first," Yeosang said, already moving to the kitchen to pour a glass, while Mingi rifled through the bags for the medicine. Jongho stayed close to Wooyoung, kneeling beside the couch.
"You’re doing really well, hyung," Jongho said, his voice low and soothing. "Just breathe. Want to talk about what happened, or would you rather relax for now?"
Wooyoung took a deep breath, feeling the warmth and care radiating off his friends. "I… I don’t know," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just felt everything close in on me. It was too much. I thought I could hold it together, but—"
"Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain everything right now," Seonghwa interjected gently. "The important thing is that you’re not alone. We’re here."
Yeosang returned with a glass of water, handing it to Wooyoung. "Sip this slowly," he instructed, watching as Wooyoung took a tentative drink.
"Think you can handle some ginger ale after this?" Mingi asked, managing to unravel the pills from their packaging. "It’s light on the stomach."
Wooyoung nodded, feeling a bit steadier with each sip of water. "Yeah, I think I can try. Thank you, guys."
Hongjoong grinned, relief washing over him. "That's the spirit! We’re all here to help, remember? No judgment, just support."
As Wooyoung finished the glass, Mingi handed him the nausea medicine. "Okay, this should help with that woozy feeling. Just take it with some water."
Once Wooyoung swallowed the pill, he leaned back against the cushions, fatigue settling into his bones. "I really appreciate this… all of you," he said softly, looking around at the familiar faces that surrounded him.
"Of course! That’s what we are here for," San replied with a warm smile. "And we’ve got your back, no matter what."
"You don’t have to go through anything alone, Wooyoung," Yunho added, settling onto the couch beside him and resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We’ll figure things out together."
Wooyoung felt the weight of his anxiety beginning to lift, replaced by a sense of comfort and solidarity. Everything would be ok after all. It just takes time.
