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

Hoseok- sick

Requested by @angleofbts hope you enjoy!

They waved their last goodbye, and the screams faded as they went further and further backstage. They all flopped onto the couches they had backstage, exhausted after the concert, but also still feeling the thrill from all the adrenaline. Jimin smiles and run his hands through his hair as he spread out on the couch. Before long tae came along to lie on top of him causing them to both break into a chorus of giggles.

However, the whole group couldn't help but notice the striking silence. They were so used to the loud energetic screaming from Hoseok, that now they new something was up the moment he was quiet.
Jin snuck up from behind the couch and hugged him from behind.
"You ok hoseokie?" Jin asked casually, gently rubbing his chest.
"Yeah, why?" Hoseok replies, nonchalantly.
"You just seem a little quiet, that's all." Jin says, walking around so he's sat next to Hoseok.
"I'm just tired after the show I guess." Hoseok shrugged, pulling his phone out of his pocket to take a selca for the fans.
"Come on guys, get ready to head back to the hotel so you can rest up for round 2 tomorrow." Their manager says after clapping twice. They all go and get changed before heading back to the hotel.

Due to the car arrangements, one of them had to go alone. Hoseok offered.
"You sure?" Jin says. He wanted to keep an eye on Hoseok after his rather quiet aura. Hoseok just nods. And so he got into a car by himself. He honestly just wanted some time alone. He had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach since about halfway through the concert. It kinda felt like anxiety, so he just played it off as being stressed or something. And so, he wanted some time alone to take some time for himself to chill out, and hopefully this horrible feeling of impending doom would go away.

As soon as he got to the hotel he ran a nice hot bath to chill out, and it seemed to help a little bit, but his stomach still felt uneasy. However now he'd realised it wasn't due to stress, or anxiety. He was sick. He sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his stomach with false hope, with a sour expression. He heard a knock on the door, and walked over with shaky legs to answer it.
"Hoseo-... Hoseok are you ok?" Jimin says, noticing hoseoks clear sour expression.
"I.... don't really feel well." Hoseok says. He really didn't want to admit it. He just wanted to carry on as if nothing was happening but they all know that isn't really safe.
"Go, go sit down." Jimin says, pushing Hoseok gently towards his bed. Hoseok trudged towards his bed and sat on the edge of it, and Jimin crouched down in front of him.
"What's up? Is it just a cold? Or is it worse?" Jimin asks. Hoseok shrugs. Again, he didn't want to admit it, cause that would make it true. Instead he just rubbed a hand along his bloated stomach in hopes Jimin would notice. And he did.
"Is your stomach hurting?" Hoseok nods with a solemn expression.
"Badly? Are you gonna throw up?" Jimin asks, concerned. This definitely isn't good...
"I don't know..." Hoseok mumbles. Jimin looks around, as if someone was to appear out of thin air to help them.
"Have you eaten?" Hoseok shakes his head. Just the thought of food made his throat constrict.
"It could be that, you haven't eaten since this morning."
Hoseok shakes his head. Just the thought of food made the bile from his stomach start rising. He clasped a hand over his mouth and scrambled to the bathroom, Jimin following closely behind.

Jimin sat by his side as Hoseok brought up trickles of bile and stomach acids. He hadn't eaten enough to bring any actual food up. Every contraction of his stomach got more painful each time, as his stomach desperately tried to expel something. Jimin carefully ran a hand up and down Hoseoks back, hoping it's somewhat comforting, and continues to look around with false hope that someone might magically appear and come to the rescue. When Hoseok finished his retching session, he sat back, panting, and Jimin pushed his hair back off his forehead for him.
"Will you be alright here on your own for two seconds while I go get help?" Jimin asks, and Hoseok just nods. Jimin gets up and goes to wonder the halls of the hotel, and he realised he wasn't really sure who to go to.