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Ricky zb1 - food poisoning

I'm not very familiar with this group, so if some thing is not accurate with personalities and all, I apologize.
Also a short chapter, because I forgot this chapter and kind of rushed to do it.
@mysss127 here's your requests hope you like it.
600 words.

⚠️ throwing up.

It was just past midnight in the dorm when Ricky groaned from the couch, clutching his stomach. The movie they had been watching was long forgotten as he suddenly bolted for the bathroom, the sound of retching echoing seconds later.

Gyuvin, half-asleep and wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, blinked at the noise. "Did... did someone just die?"

Gunwook sat up from the floor, eyes wide. "That was Ricky. That didn't sound good."

Without hesitation, both of them rushed to the bathroom. Ricky was hunched over the toilet, pale and sweating. He waved them off weakly. "I think it was the sushi..."

"You ate the gas station sushi?" Gyuvin asked, horrified.

"I was hungry and it looked okay!" Ricky groaned before another round of nausea hit.

Gunwook grabbed a towel and wet it with cold water, gently pressing it to Ricky's neck. "Bro, you're never eating alone again. This is an intervention."

Gyuvin was already pacing. "Okay, okay, we need a plan. Hydration. We need water. And crackers. And a bucket. Where do we get a bucket at 1 a.m.?!"

"Just bring a bowl!" Gunwook shouted as Gyuvin disappeared into the kitchen.

Ricky chuckled weakly, despite the pain. "You guys are like... chaotic angels."

Gunwook helped him to his feet. "Don't talk. You'll throw up compliments."

They got Ricky settled on the couch with a blanket and a bowl just in case. Gyuvin brought water and a rice cracker, breaking off a tiny piece like he was feeding a baby bird. "Tiny bites only. One wrong move and I'm wearing it."

"You guys don't have to..." Ricky started, but Gyuvin cut him off.

"Shh. We made a pact. ZB1 never leaves a man behind... especially not in a vomit crisis."

Ricky smiled, closing his eyes. "Thanks, guys."

As the night wore on, the three of them dozed off in the living room—Gunwook sitting upright, arms crossed, Gyuvin curled up at Ricky's feet, and Ricky finally sleeping peacefully, guarded by his two very dramatic but very loyal brothers.

The sun barely peeked through the curtains when Hanbin shuffled into the living room, still rubbing sleep from his eyes and humming softly to himself. It was supposed to be a chill morning. Maybe make some coffee. Maybe scroll through his phone. Maybe not find three of his members passed out in a half-circle around a puke bowl.

He froze in the doorway.

"What... in the name of teamwork... is this?"

Gunwook was the first to stir, stretching and letting out a yawn before noticing Hanbin's stunned expression. "Oh. Morning, hyung."

"Don't 'morning hyung' me. Explain this mess."

Gyuvin groaned from under a blanket pile. "Ricky ate cursed sushi. It betrayed him. We saved him."

Hanbin blinked. "Cursed sushi?"

Gunwook nodded solemnly. "From a gas station. It was a war zone in here, hyung."

Ricky, still pale but no longer violently sick, peeked one eye open. "I almost met my end... but the boys had my back."

Hanbin walked in, trying to piece everything together. The room smelled faintly of peppermint oil, rice crackers, and chaos. He sighed but smiled, kneeling down beside Ricky and placing a gentle hand on his forehead. "You're not warm. That's good. But next time you want sushi, call me. We'll go somewhere safe."

"Lesson learned," Ricky mumbled.

Just then, Matthew peeked his head in, eyebrows raised. "Did someone barf last night?"

Jiwoong followed, looking mildly alarmed. "What's with the bowl?"

Ricky raised a shaky hand. "It's mine. Don't touch it. It's been through things."

Gunwook stood like a proud soldier. "We were up all night. Gyuvin even spoon-fed him crackers."

Gyuvin raised a hand. "Like a pro."

Hanbin stood, already mentally scheduling a full dorm cleaning. "Okay, first, we're sanitizing everything. Second, I'm cooking breakfast. Something normal. No one eats anything sketchy unless I inspect it first."

Yujin strolled in last, looking half-asleep. "Did we win a war or something?"

Gunwook grinned. "No, but we survived it."

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