Rub His Back | A JJK Sickfic

chapter one: go get hyung (part 2)

Now Jungkook knows something isn't right. He was sure he was starting to feel better after having used the bathroom, after taking that shower. But he's bloated again, his belly hard and pushed-out under his hand. It's back to a steady—if not increasing—roil just like earlier. Yoongi left him two bubbling tablets in a glass of water on the coffee table and Jungkook wonders how in the world Yoongi knew he might need it. Even if it might help, Jungkook can't even bring himself to swallow past a sip of it.

He's on the couch, flat on his back and staring up at the ceiling with his hands folded over his stomach. Jimin is shuffling around nearby, fresh from a shower and covered head to toe in black. Sweatpants, hoodie over head, snapback on; jimin's go-to pjs any time of the year. It's like an extra security blanket. Jungkook can barely see the elder's face, but he's glad for it right now. He doesn't want anyone to know he might be feeling any sort of discomfort. It's still nice to have him close by.

His belly burbles softly and he bites his lip. An air bubble settles in his chest and he swallows until he can feel it slowly return to his uneasy stomach. Gingerly, he moves to face the soft cushions of the couch, covering his eyes with his arm.

Bringing his knees to his chest, he really wishes he hadn't finished that whole plate of meat and seafood by himself at the luau. The thought alone tightens his throat and tempts him to gag. All those different heavy side dishes. That last helping of shellfish brought out later that evening that he had to try. All these foreign foods he isn't used to, and eating so much of it. He'd been so greedy today. He really didn't need to start the morning with a whole bowl of rice with the kimchi and ramen Jin had made for breakfast. That had already been overkill.

His constricted middle turns again and it sends a physical shudder over his body. He grimaces and burrows further into the cushions, hoping Jimin doesn't notice the whisper of a moan he presses into the upholstery. How could he be so stupid?

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Staying out near the sea like this is a real treasure. After all the busy schedules and the back-to-back performances and music video shoots, the group needs this. It's so peaceful here. No worries of being spotted on the streets and no trace of the hustle and bustle and congestion that comes with city life. For Jimin, vacation includes staying up late to read to his heart's content, the only time it's truly quiet. It's one of Jimin's favorite things.

The windows are open so the cool breeze and the sound of the steady lapping of water from the beach can be heard from right outside.

Jungkook is laid out on the sectional in the living room. The youngest used to have trouble sleeping alone, back when they first debuted and he was young and shy and the pressure to make it overwhelmed him with anxiety. But not anymore, not unless something is really eating at him. There are plenty of beds to sleep in, but here Jungkook is, on the couch while Jimin wordlessly flips through page after page of his book. Jimin doesn't say anything about it, but he knows Jungkook is laying there simply for the comfort of knowing someone is near.

And Jungkook probably hadn't planned on falling asleep there, but Jimin saw it coming. He stopped reading a while ago to cover the boy in a blanket and get him a pillow before curling back up in the cushioned rocking chair across from him, peeking up from his book more times than he can keep up to watch the maknae squirm in his sleep. The boy's stomach keeps gurgling under the blanket. His body moves more restlessly as the time passes. Jimin is starting to get a little concerned.

And then Jungkook wakes up, lifting himself on his elbows and staring ahead with eyelids fluttering from a drowsy haze. He notices Jimin, but he doesn't say anything.