bts sickfics [completed]

Seokjin | Stomach Pt.2

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The next morning when my alarm pierced through my skull, I looked around and realised that Yoongi was still spooning me.

I reached over to turn my alarm off and my stomach burned and flipped completely, making the room spin. I yelped in pain, unfortunately waking Yoongi up.

He sat up frantically as I curled up with my eyes tightly shut.

"You look way worse than you did last night, what the hell happened?" He mentioned.

I didn't respond. More like I couldn't, anyway; the nausea hadn't passed and I didn't want to open my mouth in case something other than words escaped.

My stomach made a weird sound, notifying Yoongi of its existence and signalling me that it wasn't safe to sit up yet.

"Hyung?" Yoongi asked, fear laced into his tone. I had scared him, and that upset me.

To try and express that to him, I shook my head feverishly.

"I'm scared to move you," he quipped, "but do you think you're gonna.." he trailed off.

I didn't respond again. My stomach lurched and I opened my eyes to see him get off the bed and open the bathroom door. I guess he did that so that I could access it easily if I...

Even thinking about throwing up made me feel worse. I could actually feel my body preparing to vomit and that disgusted me so much that I couldn't help but gag.

I threw a hand over my mouth so fast that the contact must have left my skin red. Reflexively sitting up, I startled Yoongi but he tried to pull me off the bed anyway.

I stumbled to the bathroom and collapsed in front of the toilet. Yoongi rushed in and kneeled next to me, a hand on my back.

I gagged again and took a small, shaky breath before dry heaving. My throat burned even though nothing had come up yet.

"Hey, just take a deep breath, okay?" Yoongi said in a soothing tone. I would have taken a deep breath but I heaved again, coughing up vomit into the toilet.

My mind became foggy as I spat another stream of puke into the toilet. Yoongi rubbed my back as I held my overworking stomach.

After a few minutes of occasional heaves, I thought I was done, so I collapsed back. Yoongi caught me and turned me to face him.

Then I realised I was not done. I whimpered and tried to scramble back to the toilet, but it was too late. I leaned forwards and choked up vomit onto Yoongi's t-shirt.

"Shit!" He yelled and turned me back to the toilet. I heaved again and practically had my head in the toilet. I whined and clutched my stomach with one hand. The other one was gripping the toilet seat so hard my knuckles turned white.

"Uh, what's going on?" A voice wearily asked from outside the closed bedroom door. I could tell it was Tae.

Yoongi called out,

"Umm, could I have a bit of help? I mean-" I cut him off with a loud retch. I heard Tae rush into the room, and I lifted my head and faced the side just enough to see his socked feet approach the bathroom.

Then I looked back down because I gagged again, bringing up pure bile. I hadn't eaten much so there wasn't anything left. It hurt my throat and I couldn't hold back the whine that followed.

I felt Tae's large hand on my back and I felt really guilty when I realised I was done.

"Are you okay hyung?" I shook my head as I felt tears stinging my eyes. Great, now I was crying. Tae looked surprised for a second when the tears fell down my face. Then he wrapped his arms around me and buried his head in my shoulder.

"Hey, why are you crying? It's okay," Taehyung whispered, slowly ruffling the back of my hair. I sniffled, taking a few breaths before I croaked,

"I... don't- don't wanna do the practice,"

"I know, we need to call Sejjn," Yoongi muttered from the doorway. I felt my stomach contract again, and I whined softly into Taehyung's shirt.

I felt him tense up and lift me slightly from his embrace.

"Hyung? Are you feeling sick again?" I tried to respond with words, but I couldn't help but cry out in pain before I retched, bringing up nothing but stomach acid.

Onto Taehyung.

At least it wasn't actual puke, but it burned my throat and I coughed a few times before starting to sway from exhaustion.

I almost fell onto Tae, which would have been a nice landing option if he wasn't covered in vomit. Taehyung grabbed my shoulders and tried to lift me, but I was pretty limp.

"Yoongi-hyung, can you go and get Kookie?" Yoongi nodded and rushed out of the en suite.

Soon after he returned with Jungkook, who gave me a quick hug before picking me up bridal style and toddling to my bed. I curled up quickly and nearly fell asleep right then and there.

Taehyung climbed into the bed after removing his shirt (and not putting on another one) and began to play with my hair as he spooned me. I didn't feel like talking much, so I was grateful for the comforting silence. Yoongi came back into the room to break said silence.

"I called Sejin-hyung, he says you don't have to attend the practice." Relief coursed through my veins.

For once, I was kind of glad I threw up. He would have said no otherwise.

I smiled softly, letting Taehyung cuddle me and sing me into a peaceful sleep.

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sorry about the short second part oof

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I was gonna post this tomorrow but I have no update pattern so. Watch me post this now and not post for a month and a half, then post three things at once ugh.