BTS Sickfics

Seokjin's Peritonitis

request by Missykosmos :)

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(In the line of Hoseok's Epilepsy)

Seokjin's POV -

I flop down into my bed, cradling my tummy softly. I don't know if it's something I've eaten, or if I've strained something whilst dancing, but my stomach is really hurting. It doesn't go away no matter what I do, but, it seems to get a little better when I lie down. It's starting to pinpoint into my right side, but the pain is getting worse, so it's radiating across the rest of my tummy anyway. I feel really miserable.

I've been really nauseous, too, but I haven't been sick. I can't seem to be able to force it out, either. I haven't felt something like this before. It only started today, but I dread thinking about how long this will last. My stomach hurts so bad. I haven't eaten all day, nor have I been to the toilet. My body feels all hot like I'm feverish.

I haven't told the boys how I feel yet. As the oldest member, I often keep quiet about feeling ill, since it's my job to care for the youngers, not the other way round. The only exception is Hoseok, who has no choice but to rely on all of us for care. He can't control his condition, whereas a stomach ache can easily be hidden.

I do wish someone could be here for me, though. Maybe it's just the flu, but I want someone to rub my poorly tummy, wipe the sweat off my face, and tell me it's going to be okay. With each minute passing, I feel more and more vulnerable and sore.

I lie there for an hour, whimpering to myself. I think a few times about getting up to play on my computer, or just scrolling through my phone, but the thought of movement is enough to stab nausea into my already sore stomach. So I just continue to lie, feeling my skin getting hotter and hotter. I'm certain I have a fever now.

"Seokjin!"

Yoongi's head appears around my door, looking for me. He smiles a little when he sees me, and comes in fully.

"There you are! Can you come to the living room? Hoseok isn't feeling great. We're all in there, but he's a bit worked up, is all."

"Okay," I mumble, having to push my full weight into my arms to get me to sit up. I wince hard in pain, my stomach complaining with movement. I can't stop myself from crying out a little.

Yoongi frowns. "Hyung? Are you feeling alright?"

He moves closer, but I get myself up quickly, despite the pain. I make sure Yoongi backs off a little. "I-I'm fine. I think I've eaten too much spicy food. My stomach is a bit sore, is all."

"But your cheeks are all flushed. You look feverish. Maybe you should stay here. If you're infectious, it can cause Hoseok a lot more problems. His immune system is weak from all the medicines."

"I promise you, Yoongi, I'm fine. I just feel hot from a stomach ache. What's wrong with Hoseok? I want to help him."

Yoongi sighs, not looking too happy with my response, but he stops fighting. He knows I wouldn't try and put Hoseok in danger. "He's been having auras on and off, but, when he starts feeling better, he's getting up and just being ... Hoseok. We all keep getting him to try and sit, just in case, but he's not interested."

Hoseok has been seizure free for a week, but, a couple of times, he's had auras, but no seizures. He's been up and down whilst his medication is figured out, so, we've still got no tour announcements, even though we're still supporting our new album. We're all expecting him to have some fits whilst his doses are fixed.

I make my way to the living room. My stomach stabs with pain each time I take a step, making me just want to keel over. I wish I had a hyung to care for me. I want to admit I'm worried, that there's something wrong with me, but I just feel like I can't. I have to care for Hoseok.