bts sickfics [completed]

Hoseok | Flu Pt.2

It's gonna get pretty chaotic in here later on. I really like this idea and this might be my second favourite sickfic idea (the first isn't even published yet I've been perfecting the idea since I started the book)

Yoongi woke up alone. He realised that he was supposed to be cuddling with Hobi but he was nowhere to be seen. It was now the evening, 6:56pm to be exact. Then he heard it.

A terrible retching sound came from the second bathroom, alerting Yoongi of the on-coming crisis. Rushing out of bed and down the hall, he threw the door open and saw Hobi with disheveled hair and sweat on his forehead, leaning over the toilet bowl. Jin was rubbing his back and leaving kisses on the top of his head, praising how well he was doing.

Yoongi, stunned by how quickly the small stomach ache had escalated, mumbled,

"Uh, hyung do you- do you wanna help? I mean- want me to help?"

Seokjin looked up and sighed in relief when he saw Yoongi,

"He's not looking good, the poor baby was a mess when I woke him up for some medicine,"

He paused for a moment as Hobi inhaled too quickly, choking on a cough and thus bringing up more vomit,

"You've done plenty, Yoongi, but could you go and get Jimin to make the soup?"

Ah, of course. Jimin's mother made a special soup that was famous in the family for its many secret ingredients (which were actually just paprika, and 'love').

It had been passed down to Jimin, who refused to tell Jin the recipe, but that meant he had to cook it whenever someone was sick.

Yoongi's thoughts of soup were suddenly halted when Hobi, who was now done throwing up, started properly crying, almost screaming, even. Jin didn't scold him for making a scene like he would usually do, since the little was pretty ill and had every right to be upset.

"Aww, my little ladybug is sick!" Jin cooed as he hugged Hobi, flushing the toilet with his free hand.

"Jinnie, don' like it!" Hobi cried, burying his head in Jin's chest. Yoongi left at that moment to avoid seeing anything that would further shatter his heart.

It didn't take long for him to find Jimin, who at the first sound of sadness from Hobi was on his feet and rushing to the bathroom. Yoongi actually bumped into him at the corner and told him,

"Jin wants you to make the soup,"

Jimin, a little too urgently, said,

"I'll do my best, hyung." Yoongi wanted to laugh at how sincere he sounded, but then Jungkook and Namjoon entered the hallway, looks of concern on both of their faces. Jungkook said, voice full of dread,

"We think Taehyung got it."

Yoongi, completely clueless, asked,

"Tae got what?"

"The bug." Namjoon stated simply, "He won't get out of bed and he's crying like a damn whale. I don't need that sound in my life, hyung, please help us."

Yoongi sighed. Playing hot potato with one sick little was enough. Playing hot potato with a sick little and a maknae liner was too much.

But regardless, there Yoongi sat, as he found himself rocking from side to side with Taehyung crying in his lap. Tae wasn't even a little but it was easy to mistake him for one at times like this.

"It's okay, TaeTae, it won't be here forever," he whispered. Then Jimin burst into the room with a tray in hand. The tray contained half a packet of saltine crackers, a bowl of the famous Park Family Soup, the pink thermometer and a plethora of medicine boxes.

"Jimin you're really the best sometimes," Yoongi said quietly as he set the tray down on the bedside table.

"It's my job to be the best," Jimin giggled as he took over from Yoongi.

Yoongi went to check up on Hobi, who was now being cuddled by Jin, Jungkook and Namjoon. Hobi lay in the middle of the two elder members, as the maknae sprawled across all of their legs.

Hobi had a different pacifier in his mouth this time, and also a new set of plushies (he owns too many as it is, never mind the ones he got as a little).

Yoongi really wanted to coo at the sight, and what's more, he wanted to join in. But there was only so much room on Jin's queen sized bed, and Yoongi had already had his share of both sickies, so he decided to turn in early.

He flopped down onto his bed, satisfied with his work. This double game of hot potato was over for him.

That was until Hoseok woke up big, feeling much better. He took the pacifier out of his mouth, no longer feeling embarrassed by waking up and finding himself wearing little stuff. He went about his usual morning routine and changed out of his onesie, replacing it with a striped t-shirt and faded ripped jeans.

At that exact moment, Jungkook woke up, felt sick, was sick all over himself, slipped into littlespace, and started crying all in the span of thirty seconds.

Then Jin woke up and barely got time to watch Namjoon help Jungkook out of the soiled bed before he was adding to the mess with his own vomit.

Then Yoongi woke up and rushed to the bathroom whilst holding his stomach, ignoring the commotion in the other room.

Then Taehyung woke up, still feeling terrible, and coughed violently which woke Jimin up.

This so-called game had actually only just begun, and this time there were only three players left, Namjoon, Jimin and the poor oblivious Hoseok, who didn't remember what he did in littlespace.

Life just got a lot harder, Hoseok thought dimly.