Bts sickfics (cause there really aren't enough)- REQUESTS CLOSED

Yoongi-stomach bug

Thanks to @12343273smas for the request!

Yoongi woke up to something unexpected. Not a nice welcome to a new day, that's for sure. He furrowed his brows angrily. Why now?

The flopped his hand on his bedside table, tapping it several times until his hand finally landed on his phone. He picked it up and winced at the blinding light of his phone, and struggled to turn the brightness down. When he finally managed to turn it down he glanced at the time, to see it was 4 in the morning. Ugh can't I just go back to sleep, I still have a few hours. He most certainly couldn't not go back to sleep. Not with his unexpected visitor...

He carefully slid out of bed, trying not to wake Jungkook, and made his way to the bathroom as quietly as possible. Once he got there he flopped onto the floor, clutching his stomach.

Little did he know, he had woken Jungkook up, and the maknae had followed him into the bathroom. Mainly just cause he realised he needed to pee when he was woken up, but when he saw Yoongi curled up on the bathroom floor dealing with a crippling stomach cramp, he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself.
"Hyung... a-are you ok?" He asked stepping in closer and tilting his head to see Yoongi's face, and it wasn't a pleasant sight (though of course yoongi is a beautiful human). His face was scrunched tightly in pain. It was rather traumatising for poor little kook.
"I-I'll go get Jin-hyung..."
He scuttered off to Jin's room to get him.

Yoongi was left on the floor, groaning in pain. The pain was so much he hadn't even realized jungkook was ever there. He was pulled out of it when the cramp turned into nausea. He quickly got up onto his knees and scooted to the toilet.

Jungkook didn't even bother to knock, barging straight into Jin's room and harshly shaking him.
"...what" Jin said groggily after being so forcefully awoken.
"Hyung, There's something wrong with yoongi-hyung..." jungkook said, not even trying to be quiet. Jin groaned and sat up, making his way to the bathroom. The sight he saw wasn't pleasant, that's for sure.

Yoongi was slumped over the toilet, vomiting up his insides. Barely getting a break to breathe between heaves. Jin carefully approaches him, sitting down next to him. He waits until Yoongi is finally done to speak up.
"Yoongi-a, are you ok?" He says gently.
"What are you doing here get out!" He replies, voice rough.
"I just want to help Yoongi..." Jin says softly, placing the back of his hand on Yoongi's forehead. He ignored anything Yoongi said. He knew that Yoongi secretly craved the attention, he just wouldn't admit it.
"Hmmm, you're quite warm. Is anything else hurting? Or just your stomach?" Jin asked a hand softly placed on Yoongi's shoulder.
"Just my stomach..." he mumbles, feeling awkward.

"Jungkook, you can go back to sleep. I got this from here. Don't worry." Jin said, looking up at Jungkook, who still looks like a deer in the headlights.
"You sure, hyung?"
"Yeah, don't worry, just go back to sleep." Jin said with a gentle smile. And jungkook sluggishly wondered back to their bedroom.

"Can I take your temperature?" Jin asks, while stroking Yoongi's hair. Yoongi decides to stop resisting the comfort. He nods and leans back against the wall.
"I'll be back in a sec ok?" Jin says softly.
Yoongi takes deep breaths, still feeling a lot of nausea. His eyes are scrunched closed and he didn't notice Jin come back in with a thermometer.
"You ok?" Jin asked, noticing Yoongi's deep breaths.
"Yeah, just nauseous." Yoongi's says with a sigh.
"You ok if I take your temperature? It won't take long." Jin asks softly. Yoongi just nods and opens his mouth slightly so the thermometer can go under his tongue. Jin crouched down and started stroking Yoongi's hair out of his face again, surprised that he wasn't retaliating or protesting. The thermometer beeped and Jin took it and read it.
"Hmmm, you have quite a high fever yoongz... 38.8"
Yoongi just lets out a hum, more like a groan, in response.
His hand rests on his bloated stomach, and his mouth hangs open as he pants through the nausea. His stomach really wasn't being kind to him right now. Jin has already grabbed a flannel and wet it, and just as he was about to put it on Yoongi's forehead, Yoongi lauched forward, bringing up another round of stomach acids and last nights dinner. Jin shuffled to his side and held the flannel agains his forehead and a gentle hand working circles on his back.