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This side-blog had been a many-years-in-the-making sort of things for me; I've been a sickfic and hurt/comfort fan for years, yet everything I wrote was always just for my eyes only, or rarely/heavily edited when published. But the more I've begun to explore this genre, the idea of making this blog a reality became, well, a reality. And here we are.

What to Know About Me:

Masterlist

Requests are: OPEN

Current Requests (to be fulfilled in any order, as the muse decides):

Caretaker Dialogue Prompts:

My Current Fics in the Works:

Groups I Stan and Will Write For: Seventeen (Joshua bias), EXO (Xiumin bias), SHINee (Onew bias), BTS (Jungkook bias), ATEEZ (Seonghwa bias)

Groups in my Stan Orbit: none at this time

Groups I Enjoy Listening to, but Probably Won't Write For: Stray Kids (Han bias), Red Velvet (Seulgi bias), Mamamoo (Moonbyul bias), f(x) (Luna bias), Monsta X (Kihyun bias), NCT (Doyoung bias)

Groups I Casually Listen to: Girls Generation, Aespa, Blackpink, (G)I-dle, Got7

Chances are good I'll throw in some anime pieces too, cause I have A TON of those in the back logs. You will primarily see content for Haikyuu and Attack on Titan for those pieces.

What I Will Write: General illness; snz (to a degree, we’re figuring it out); hurt/comfort; some emeto

What I Won’t Write: allergy snz (not it for me, folks); graphic emeto; scat; major illness or character d/eath; non-con anything; NSFW sexy times; age regression

A Reminder: All writings published on this blog in any Kpop fandom are strictly based on my perceptions of the personas presented by the idols. These are real people, and absolutely nothing on here is a true representation of these artists as individuals. These fics are manifestations of my enjoyment of these artists in a medium that I find creatively rewarding, but the maintenance of the line between fiction and fact is a necessary part of these creations.

Feel free to pop in my asks anytime! Thanks for reading!

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You got it, Fairy! 🩷🩷🩷 I went with Woozi cause I got some other Jongho requests, and thought it would be nice to spread the love. I sincerely hope you enjoy!

The absolute misery of Lee Jihoon at this moment in time was previously unknown in all of human history. 

At least, as far as Jihoon was concerned, this was the epitome of human suffering. Four days ago, Seventeen made a much awaited comeback. Three days ago, Jihoon went down with a horrific bout of the stomach flu, too nauseous and feverish to do much more than moan and grown between restless sleep and bouts of vomiting. He’d missed several promotional activities, far too febrile to leave the house, not to mention unable to stay upright for even ten minutes. 

And, because of the comeback promotions, not only was Jihoon terribly ill, but he had been isolated from his members too. The company couldn’t risk losing another member from their packed schedules, and Jihoon himself would have died of shame if he shared this hell with any of his brothers. Seungcheol and Soonyoung had been approved to check on him, but they had strict orders from the managers to stay at arm’s length. Which was fine; Jihoon didn’t want to be coddled, or cuddled, or really even touched, because his body was currently trying to turn itself inside out, and that was a solo experience. 

But it would have been nice to have a distraction. 

“Hey.”

Jihoon blinked. Right. He’d forgotten Seungcheol was with him right now. He’d brought water and another packet of antiemetics and fever reducers. 

“I know you’re not hungry, but I need you to eat a little something.” Seungcheol smiled apologetically as he knelt down next to the bed. 

“Don’ wanna,” Jihoon murmured, writhing uncomfortably against the too warm sheets. 

“Oh, my poor Jihoonie…” Seungcheol said plainly, his eyes so damn sympathetic and pitying that Jihoon wanted to cry. How dare Seungcheol look at him like that? Didn’t he understand that he was talking to- 

Jihoon flinched when the leader thumbed away actual tears from his cheeks. When had he actually started crying? Jihoon hated how much he adored Seungcheol’s touch, the contact of another human being. His lip wobbled against his better judgment. “Cheollie, I hate this.”

Seungcheol’s bottom lip pouted in sympathy. “I know, my love. I’m so sorry this is happening to you. But, the sooner we get some food in you, the sooner we get meds in you, and the sooner you’ll feel better.” Jihoon whined incomprehensibly, squirming closer to Seungcheol’s hand. The leader sighed, letting his younger brother derive the smallest shred of comfort from his presence. It had been a long three days. And the end was yet to be scene. 

Caretaker Dialogue Prompts

You are too sweet 🥹 And thus I give you a cold-ridden Yoongi and a curious, sneaky Jimin. Also, this is the last one for tonight 🫡

“Heh-etchu!”

Jimin peeked his head around the doorway from the cabin’s kitchen to the dining room. Yoongi was stationed at the table, tapping away at his laptop, back to the doorway. Jimin paused, lower lip pouting in thought as he considered the situation. 

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” 

Jimin jumped at Yoongi’s voice, (which was, Jimin noted, several notes huskier than usual). Despite the venomous tone in the producer’s voice, Jimin took the opportunity to approach. 

“You okay, hyung?” the vocalist asked, voice sweet as sugar. 

“Um, yeah?” Yoongi barely looked up at Jimin, simply continuing to click away as his keyboard. He sniffled sharply. “Have any other common sense questions?” 

Jimin frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh yeah? Then how come you’ve barely hung out with us today?”

“I have work to do. You know that.”

“Yeah. I also know Bang PD approved a two week extension so you could enjoy your vacation with us.” Yoongi’s fingers froze mid-type. Jimin smirked. “Why’re you avoiding us, hyung?”

Yoongi slowly turned his head over his shoulder, turning a suspicious glare up at the younger man. Jimin stared at him, deceptively innocent wide eyes sparkling down at the rapper. Yoongi sighed, shoulder caving a fraction of an inch. Got him. “I’m not avoiding you, Chim.”

“Then why are you in here and not out at the pool with the rest of us?” Jimin pressed, grabbing Yoongi’s shoulders and shaking them ever-so gently. 

Yoongi groaned. “Cause I don’t want chlorine in my hair.” He tugged at said hair, recently dyed an ethereal silver. 

Jimin rolled his eyes. He should’ve expected that one. But what he didn’t expect was the tremor he felt run through the rapper’s shoulders. Jimin frowned. “Are you… shivering?”

“No.” Yoongi tried to shake Jimin off. But even after he’d successfully removed the vocalist’s hands, the younger man could still see the shake of Yoongi’s body. “You definitely are. Hyung, are you sick?”

“No.” His breath hitched immediately afterward, and Yoongi flinched away from Jimin, catching another sneeze in his opposite shoulder. He groaned, rubbing at his forehead. 

Jimin pressed his lips into a tight line. “Want me to get Jin-hyung?”

“No! Etchuu!” Yoongi snapped forward, at the mercy of his own body.

“Hyung, one more sneeze and you're going to bed.” Jimin shook his head.

Yoongi scoffed, running his wrist against his nose. “You can’t make me do anything.”

“Maybe not. But you know who can?”

“Don’t you dare tell…”

“JIN-HYUNG!”

Yoongi’s eyes were pure murder when Jimin turned back to the producer with a bright smile as they heard splashes from the pool outside. “You’re an asshole.”

“I think the word you’re looking for is creative genius.”

Caretaker Dialogue Prompts

ALRIGHT, you got a Jeonghan but no Shua, hope that's okay! It is also mostly implied that Seungcheol is sick - general illness, fever, cough, etc.

It was over. The performance was finally over. And Seungcheol wanted to cry. 

He’d messed up. He’d screwed up the choreography on stage, in front of the camera, while was in the front. He’d mixed up the lines during his own part. He’d stumbled during a transition and tripped up Dokyeom, who was thrown off from starting his killing part. 

Basically, the whole performance had been a mess, and it was entirely Seungcheol’s fault. 

The leader slumped onto a bench backstage, head falling into his hands. His head was swimming, and not just with all the reminders of his mistakes. His breath began to come fast, too fast. He felt like he was drowning, his lungs not big enough, not getting enough air. Seongcheol felt like he was in the grips of a giant’s hand, squeezing his body from the outside in. He coughed, bent as the waist, desperate for breath. 

“Coups-ya?!”

“Hyung! Are you okay?”

“Oh, for the love of…”

“Coups-hyung!”

As the coughing fit subsided, the voices of his members filtered vaguely through the haze in Seungcheol’s brain. He could feel shapes surrounding him as he gasped against the strain in his chest. He felt cornered. Overwhelmed. Seungcheol collapsed forward against his knees. 

Suddenly, everything was quiet. 

A cold hand cupped Seungcheol’s chin, lifting his head. Jeonghan was kneeling in front of him, eyes searching. “Cheol-ah. Ready to admit you’re sick?”

Seungcheol swallowed thickly, eyes shifting anxiously between Jeonghan’s. The cool sensation of the other’s skin against his gave Seungcheol the clarity to realize that he felt like absolute shit. His head was pounding, his throat raw, his muscles like water. So Seungcheol nodded. 

Jeonghan nodded in response. The smallest smile crept up his lips. “Can you please just let me take care of you?” His voice had a lilt of desperation to it. 

Seungcheol didn’t even realize he was tearing up until Jeonghan gently swiped a tear from his cheek. “Please.” 

Caretaker Dialogue Prompts

8. "I know you're not hungry, but I need you to eat a little something." (I did mess with this line JUST a tad, but it's the same idea!)

When Hongjoong came to, he was on the ground. He blinked, turning his head side to side. From the arms that tightened around him, Hongjoong realized he was held securely in someone’s arms. He twisted his head to the side, gazing up at a jawline that could only belong to Park Seonghwa.

“Hwa?” Hongjoong asked. His voice felt far away, like he was wearing it from underwater. 

Seonghwa’s head tilted down, worried eyes flashing with relief upon meeting Hongjoong’s. The elder smiled. “Hey, love.” One of Seonghwa’s hands squeezed one of Hongjoong’s. “How’re you feeling?”

Hongjoong considered the question. “Sweaty.”

Seonghwa snickered. “Yeah, I wish you’d said something about feeling too warm. Maybe we could’ve kept you on your feet.” Ignoring the confused furrow of Hongjoong’s brow, Seonghwa turned to the side, returning with a water bottle. “Drink for me?” Hongjoong accepted the straw into his mouth taking three cautious sips. He grimaced. Seonghwa frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Stomach.” Hongjoong’s hand rested on his abdomen. “Hurts.”

Seonghwa’s frown deepened. “Well… then you’re not gonna like this, but I need you to eat this for me.” He held up a granola bar. “This or an apple or a bag of chips or something…”

Hongjoong’s head lolled to the side, supported only by Seonghwa’s collarbone. “‘m not hungry…”

“I know, love, but I need you to eat a little something. Right now,” Seonghwa repeated, tone firm, leaving no room for argument. 

Hongjoong was never one to back down from an argument, though. “Hwa, I don’t feel good…”

“Because you haven’t eaten in ten hours,” Seonghwa replied, trying very hard to hide his exasperation. “You know you’re prone to vasovagal syncope, and not eating enough heightens your chances of fainting…” He paused, seeing Hongjoong’s hazy eyes. “Okay. Nagging later. Helping now. Right. If I get you a sports drink or a Coke or something, will you at least drink some sugar into your body?” After some consideration, Hongjoong nodded. Seonghwa released a sigh he didn’t know he’d been holding. 

Caretaker Dialogue Prompts

Fun fact: I got TWO requests for this same prompt for Seungcheol so... it's happening. (ALSO, other request asks have been acknowledged, but I'm keeping them in the inbox until fics are written. This one has a duplicate so... it's fine)

But also, what kind of headcanons are you interested in? I can 1000% share some, but it would definitely be easier with some guidelines rather than just letting the goblin in my brain have free reign.

(Also, I LOVED your joke!)

Cowboys Cry Too (Part 5)

Fandom: EXO

Sickie: Suho (general stomach bug, self-doubt)

Caregiver(s): EXO

Word Count: 2,583

Notes: Final part in the series! I did not expect this one to get so long because THIS one gave me the MOSt trouble. Fictionalized account of Junmyeon breaking down after Tao told him he was also leaving SM. The ( ) are meant to symbolize his inner thoughts.

Part 1 (RM) | Part 2 (Onew) | Part 3 (S.Coups) | Part 4 (Hongjoong)

[A light snow begins to fall outside the train station. Junmyeon sits on a bench, watching as the strings of light bulbs crisscrossing over the entryway burst to life. The light only briefly crosses his consciousness, as he is caught deeply in thought. Which is only natural given that another member is leaving them.]

Being a leader had never been something Junmyeon wanted. In fact, it was something he didn’t even feel capable of sometimes. For a few months of his training, Junmyeon expected to be debuted with SHINee, and there most certainly hadn’t been any discussion of him leading that group then. (Or maybe there had… maybe that’s why Jinki had ultimately been picked (as the leader and in the group in general) over him… that felt plausible right now [sitting here on this bench outside the train station]. Jinki would’ve handled this whole fucking mess much better than him, anyway.) It was hard being the leader of a Kpop group. The leader of anything, if Junmyeon really thought it about it. 

It was even harder to be a leader of a team that kept leaving. 

Lee Chan and His 12 Useful Hyungs

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: Dino (flu)

Caregiver(s): Seventeen

Word Count: 4,315

Notes: Well now... this one absolutely got away from me! I had the idea, meant for each vignette to be short... that clearly did not happen... so hope you enjoy!!!

Chan woke up to a headache. Not a crazy headache, certainly not a migraine or anything. But the kind of discomfort that announced its presence as he sat up, throbbed again when he stood up, and pulsed as he turned on the overhead light. Rubbing at his scalp, Chan pushed on, squinting and wincing his way through his morning routine. But after a few minutes, as he left sleep further behind, the pain subsided to a dull throb Chan could easily forget about. It was an annoyance for sure, yet also nothing that a few painkillers couldn’t fix.

Waking to a headache was common in this line of work, anyway. Didn’t drink enough water yesterday? Headache. Didn’t sleep long enough? Headache. Performed a concert with blaring music and screaming fans the day before? Headache. 

Chan threw back three Ibuprofen capsules and went on his way, grabbing a protein bar for breakfast just as the vans pulled up to shuttle the members to the studio. 

As soon as he stepped outside, Chan winced at the brightness of the sun. An aching pulse shot through his head, and he instinctually clamped his eyes shut. Suddenly, he felt a presence against his head, the brilliance of the sun disappearing from behind his closed eyelids. Chan blinked his eyes open to find the brim of a baseball cap blocking the harsh rays from his eyes. He looked around, noting Jun hanging close to his left side. When their eyes met, the older dancer gave him a soft smile. 

“It’s bright today,” Jun said quietly.

Chan nodded. “It is. But I’m okay. You don’t need to sacrifice your hat for my eyes.”

“Thought it looked cuter with your outfit,” Jun replied. He patted Chan’s shoulder affectionately, winking discreetly. 

The maknae smiled. “Thanks, hyung.” Jun nodded. He was good about noticing the little things like that. 

Cowboys Cry Too (Part 4)

Fandom: ATEEZ

Sickie: Hongjoong (fainting)

Caregiver(s): ATEEZ

Word Count: 1,337

Notes: Fictionalized account of the first time Hongjoong experienced vasovagal syncope.

Part 1 (RM) | Part 2 (Onew) | Part 3 (S.Coups) | Part 5 (Suho)

The filming had been fun. It was supposed to be; it was a Buzzfeed interview where they were answering ATINY’s questions. The questions were funny, and their answers were funnier. 

But there was something… off about it. At least to Hongjoong. 

When the interview started, everything was fine. He was joking around with Yunho, nagging Yeosang to pay attention, yelling at Wooyoung to keep his voice down. The captain was seated in the front row, in the center with San at his right and Jongho at his left. Seonghwa and Mingi were behind him, the former’s hands continually touching his shoulders. 

As the interview wore on, though, Hongjoong began to feel… warm? The lights felt incredibly strong today, more so than usual. Sweat prickled at the back of his neck, and Hongjoong smiled brighter in the hopes that his discomfort wasn’t obvious on his face. Or in his posture. Oh shoot, were his shoulders sagging? Did he look unprofessional? Oof, what was going on with him? 

OH BOY! HECK YEAH! Imma give you a FEW tiny peeks. I tried to stick mainly to things that have already been revealed in prior previews (i.e injured Jun on high-dose pain meds, and sickie Joshua), but there's some hints to new things too...

Birthday Boy

Fandom: EXO

Sickie: Xiumin (cold)

Caregiver(s): EXO

Word Count: 1,532

Notes: We're Kpop sickfic writers. So what do we do on our ult bias' birthday? We make them miserable. Happy Birthday, Xiumin! (Yes, this was COMPLETELY unplanned, but just came together, and I needed to share because... birthdays aren't everyday).

Minseok was pulled from unconsciousness by the sound of Baekyun’s voice. It took him a minute to register that’s what he was hearing - took him an extra minute to remember where and who and why he was. His head felt incredibly cloudy, a congestion-induced haze preventing him from fully waking up. Minseok blinked, feeling returning slowly to each of his limbs. He had one half of his body outside his blanket, the other half tucked safely inside, and his pillow was pushed all the way to the far side of the bed so his face rested directly on the mattress. His skin felt prickly, too hot and cold at the same time. Great. Now he’d spiked a fever. 

With a small groan, Minseok pushed himself up and sat on his bed, desperately trying to regain his bearings. His throat throbbed, dry and raw from coughing for the better part of yesterday and last night and this morning. And now the faint buzz in his sinuses had developed into the worst stuffy nose he’d had in working memory. Minseok sighed, hanging his head in misery. Today was officially the worst. 

Minseok heard Baekhyun’s laugh peel through the hall again, just outside his door. Another voice, (deep, resonant - Chanyeol) joined him. Well, guess sleep wasn’t an option anymore. Minseok wasn’t sure he could fall asleep again anyway given how achy and congested he felt. At least not until he took more medicine. When was he allowed to do that?

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