Contents: Heat, Sickness, slick, fever, kind of descriptive vomiting, fluff fluff fluff, non sexual intimacy (showering together and helping with showering/bathing, kissing, just cutesy stuff.), usage of cliche and disgustingly sweet nicknames (baby, bubba, peach, peanut and what not)
⚠️Warnings: Vomiting, heats, slick, fever, non sexual intimacy, reproductive system health problems, infertility discussion, fainting/passing out.
Incorrect medical things, reproductive system illness may not be medically correct at all, IT IS FICTION, so it's all made up don't come at me.
And if you're a medical professional, don't correct me because it won't help, because i'm not and won't be a medical prof myself :)NOTE: Because this is an omegaverse and Jisung and Felix are omega males, they have ovaries and female reproductive system but not a vajayjay. So therefore there is a possibility for what you would normally call "women's illnesses" to appear on this:D
This is going to be long, I apologise for that.
-:-Jisung wakes up from his own bed a couple nights after he had the nightmare. He was not feeling good at all. There was sweat all over him and it was impossible to miss the sticky substance leaking down his inner thighs.
Frankly he did not have the strength to care if his bedsheets were getting messy.
Thankfully he was wearing shorts and a hoodie that helped him get comfortable at least a little.Glancing over at the clock, he noticed it was three in the morning.
What a horrible time to wake up at. He thought as he sat up and in a daze walked to the bathroom where he wiped himself clean from the slick.
His nose was runny and his eyes were teary from hatred towards himself and his subgender.
And his hatred ran deep in his veins. Rooting to the time he presented and his family's way of treating him."Who's hogging the bathroom?" Seungmin's groggy morning voice or night voice more like could be heard from behind the door asking in an annoyed tone, making Jisung slightly embarrassed for hogging the nearest toilet.
He apparently took too long to answer because the taller brunet started asking if he was sleeping in the bathroom.
"It's me. Can you use the other bathroom? Please." Jisung begged with a weak voice as he felt the need to vomit, but nothing came up.
It was always like that during his heats and pre-heats. He would throw up a lot, which is why he tried to tank up on food and water. Keyword being, tried, because he would end up not eating at all for the rest of his heat and eat his heat snacks and food after his heat."There's no toilet paper."
Sighing, Jisung grabbed the designated puke bucket for himself before going to the door and with shaky hands opened it to Seungmin. He avoided the taller's gaze as he sneaked, or tried to sneak past him.
However the taller was faster by blocking his way.
"You look a bit pale."
"I'm fine. Just use the damn bathroom."
Jisung went past the other and quickly tiptoed to his room leaving behind a confused Seungmin.For about half an hour Jisung sat on his bed waiting for something to come up, because he had the tug in his throat. And when he finally did threw up, he felt a small relief.
He hated nothing more than to feel like he was going to throw up but nothing comes up.
When he felt like everything was out of his system, he took the bucket with him to the bathroom, disgusted about the contents.Jisung emptied the bucket to the toilet which he flushed right after and rinsed the bucket thoroughly.
He made sure to wash his mouth as well to get rid of the displeasing taste in his mouth.
A confusion rose in him because of the itch on this neck, which made his hand fly on the itchy part and realise the scent blocker from the day before. The itch went away when the blocker was gone, but now his scent was all over the place.
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