bts sickfics [completed]

Seokjin | Stomach Pt.1

jinnie is babie okay fight me

I fucked up. Really bad.

I was supposed to be resting up for the livestream and dance practice tomorrow, but I found myself awake at 3:07am.

It didn't take long for me to figure out why my body had woken itself up as a horrible headache, maybe even a migraine, struck my temple. All of a sudden the only thing I wanted was the warmth of another human. And maybe a glass of water or something.

I rolled over in bed, trying to figure out the most comfortable position to be in, and my eyes met a sorrowful sight. Yoongi was sleeping soundly, emitting a soft snore on occasion.

I tried to imagine how it must feel for him, being able to enjoy the bliss of sleep whilst I lay here tossing and turning. I sighed in frustration gave in to my desire.

But when I sat up, my stomach made itself known with a painful ache, and an uncomfortable feeling of nausea settled in.

So there I sat, with my head in my hands, thinking, if only I could get up and walk the very little amount of distance to the bathroom.

So I braved it and contained the nausea, hoisting myself up and shuffling over to the bathroom. I turned the light on, wincing for a second before leaning over the sink.

I shouldn't have turned the light on. I caught one glance at my appearance in the mirror and grimaced at how shitty I looked.

My whole face was pale and sort of grey. The colour I had lost in my face had traveled to my cheeks, and there were large bags under my eyes.

You know when you feel a small amount of pain somewhere, and think, oh it must be a cut, but when you actually see what it is it seems to hurt more after you know?

I had a bit of water, and took the half empty glass back to my room, but my headache seemed to feel ten times worse.

I put the glass on the dresser by my bed, promptly collapsing into bed afterwards. Instinctively seeking warmth, it took every remaining ounce of my strength to not get into Yoongi's bed and have him cuddle me.

I sighed and curled up, clinging onto my duvet like a koala. Then I heard Yoongi's breathing pick up the smallest amount, and then heard shuffling around next to me.

I woke Yoongi up.

I instantly felt guilty and was about to roll over and check if he was properly awake, so I could apologise, but he beat me to it.

"Hyung? Did I wake you up?"

I turned over, stopping myself from curling up and crying because of the movement.

I whispered in response,

"No, I think I woke you up, sorry,"

"Oh,"

There was a moment of silence, when I thought the conversation was over, but then he asked,

"I kinda noticed you go in the bathroom while I was half asleep, are you good?"

I really wanted to dive into Yoongi's bed and tell him everything and cuddle him to my heart's content, but I knew I had to appear strong for the others tomorrow, so I just waved it off, saying it was just a

"small headache, I'm probably just dehydrated."

"Are you sure?" No, I wasn't.

I gave up knowing that he would be able to spot me lying a mile away,

"Okay, that was a lie, I feel terrible."

Yoongi shuffled around for a moment until he stood up and made his way over to my bed. He reached over and felt my forehead. He quickly retracted his hand and said,