SEVENTEEN | SICKFICS - HURTFICS

SoonHoon | Concussion Part II

As they settled onto the couch together, Hoshi leaned into Woozi, grateful for the warmth and comfort of his boyfriend's presence. They were wrapped up in a soft blanket, the gentle hum of the television providing a soothing backdrop. For a moment, everything felt right, but soon, a wave of nausea hit Hoshi like a tidal wave.

"Uh, Woozi..." he began, his voice strained as he sat up suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Woozi asked, concern instantly washing over his face.

Hoshi didn't have time to respond. He stumbled to his feet, barely making it to the bathroom before the nausea overwhelmed him. He barely registered Woozi's worried shout behind him as he rushed to the toilet and doubled over, the contents of his stomach spilling out.

"Hoshi!" Woozi's voice followed him, full of alarm. He knocked on the bathroom door, urgency lacing his words. "Are you okay? I'm coming in!"

Hoshi could only manage a weak, "Just a second!" as he heaved again, each wave of nausea making him feel weaker. After what felt like an eternity, he finally stopped, gasping for breath and leaning against the cool porcelain.

Woozi opened the door, worry etched into his features. "Hoshi!" He quickly knelt beside him, placing a hand on Hoshi's back. "Why didn't you tell me you were feeling this bad?"

"I didn't think it would be this... intense," Hoshi admitted, his voice shaky. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for," Woozi said, concern deepening. "Let's get you some water."

Hoshi nodded weakly, feeling the dizziness returning as Woozi helped him sit back on the floor. "I didn't mean to worry you. I thought I could just sleep it off."

"Clearly, that didn't work," Woozi said gently. "You should have told me sooner. You need to take care of yourself."

"I thought I was just tired, really..." Hoshi mumbled, his head spinning.

Woozi's expression softened as he reached for Hoshi's hand. "I know. But this isn't just tiredness. You've been pushing yourself too hard."

Hoshi leaned against the bathroom wall, closing his eyes for a moment. "I'll try to be better. Just... give me a minute."

"Take all the time you need," Woozi said, staying close, his presence a steady anchor. "I'm right here."

After a few moments of silence, Hoshi took a deep breath, feeling the worst of the nausea start to fade. "Thanks for being here," he whispered, his voice still shaky.

"Always," Woozi replied softly, brushing Hoshi's hair back from his forehead. "Let's get you back to the couch and rest, okay?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," Hoshi said, his heart swelling with gratitude. As they made their way back, he leaned heavily on Woozi, feeling grateful for the unwavering support of his boyfriend.

Once back on the couch, Hoshi sank into the cushions, feeling utterly exhausted. Woozi wrapped the blanket around them both, concern etched deeply on his face.

"Just breathe, okay?" Woozi said softly, keeping his voice steady. "I'm here with you. What do you need?"

Hoshi nodded, but his head felt heavy, and he struggled to focus. "I... I don't know," he replied, his speech coming out slurred and slow. "Just... tired."

Woozi studied him closely, noticing how Hoshi's movements seemed uncoordinated, his fingers fidgeting restlessly on the blanket. "Do you have headache? "

"Yeah, its bad..." Hoshi admitted, pressing a hand to his forehead. "Feels like it's... pounding."

"I'm sorry, babe." Woozi shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Hoshi's shoulders. "You should really see a doctor if this doesn't get better."