bts sickfics [completed]

Jikook | Flu Pt. 2

Hey it's ya boy back with the first request. Which I merged into part 2 for this Jikook fic since a lot of people wanted it.

"Jungkook, please let me in,"

The bathroom door was locked, since Jungkook was never really comfortable with people seeing him vomit. Seokjin left the room after checking that Jimin was still asleep and quickly ran to Namjoon's room.

"Hyung, what's wrong?" Namjoon asked upon seeing how dishevelled Seokjin's entire look was. Seokjin sighed and said,
"Please come and help. They're sick."

Namjoon tagged along behind Jin as they both made their way back over to Jungkook's room. Seokjin was relieved to find Jimin fast asleep on Jungkook's bed, and asked Namjoon to take care of him elsewhere. Namjoon nodded, and said solemnly,
"I can do it, hyung," It almost made Seokjin laugh, but he had other, more urgent things to do.

Seokjin knocked on the door again, louder this time now that Jimin had safely been taken to Namjoon's room.

"Kookie, please let me help you. There's no-one else in the room anymore," he asked helplessly. There was a short silence, followed by a concerning amount of retching sounds which worried Seokjin almost to the point of tears.

"Jungkook, let me in," he begged with a slight whiny tone. Then it hit him. Jungkook was too busy vomiting to unlock the door. He tugged on the door handle despite knowing that it was locked, calling through the door,
"Jungkookie, I will try and open the door, okay?"

Seokjin pulled out his credit card from his hoodie pocket and slid it into the small gap between the door and the wooden frame. After a few moments of struggling, he heard a click sound and turned the handle again. Finally, the door was open and he could get to Jungkook and help him.

Jungkook was swaying dangerously, eyes barely open as he choked up little mouthfuls of vomit into the toilet. His skin was ashen white, save for his bright pink nose and cheeks, and tears were streaming down the boy's face. It seemed like he was gripping onto the toilet seat for dear life, as if he would fall the moment he lost the support. Despite still being shirtless, Seokjin could clearly see how sweaty Jungkook was, a clear sign that the fever had not improved in the slightest, perhaps gotten worse.

Seokjin dropped down to his knees beside the maknae and pushed his hair back just in time for Jungkook to projectile vomit into the toilet, his throat making painful sounds that Jin never wanted to hear again. When Jungkook caught a short break to breathe, he whined pitifully,
"Don't wanna be sick-" then gagged weakly.

"I know, Kookie, but you'll feel better after, I promise," Seokjin assured him, reaching down (😏) and running his free hand gently across the maknae's abdomen. Jungkook was panting heavily now, feeling the next round about to make its appearance. He moaned quietly and leaned forward, crying out for help,
"Hyung!"

Seokjin could tell that Jungkook was panicking now; he had lived with him long enough to know when Jungkook's fear of showing weakness kicked in. Seokjin rubbed Jungkook's stomach carefully, feeling the muscles tense, threatening to empty itself once more. He quietened Jungkook's cries,
"You're nearly done, honey. You'll be okay soon,"

"I don't want to! It hurts, hyung-" Jungkook cut himself off by bringing up a stream of vomit that was 90% stomach acid. Seokjin rubbed the younger's back as he coughed and spat into the toilet bowl. He was concerned with how violently Jungkook's stomach was expelling its contents, as he could feel it trying to digest the lack of food under his hand.

"Kookie-"

The pain in his stomach got to Jungkook's head as he finally completely let his guard down, shuddering as he began to sob into his own bare arm.