Anything for you
In which Jin is sick and all he wants is to be cared for by the members, but none of them seem to notice or care...until one of them does.
Featuring Jin as the sickie and Yoongi as the caretaker
He knows this from the moment he wakes up, as a matter of fact. As soon as he opens his eyes, he reaches for his phone on the nightstand to check the time. He groans when he realizes that he has overslept.
Yoongi isn’t even in the room anymore, Jin notices. His bed is already made, so it must have been a while since he left the room, as it usually takes him upwards of fifteen minutes to fully wake up.
He didn’t oversleep that much, Jin thinks. Only by thirty minutes. It’s a fair amount of time, but it’s not like they have any schedules until later in the day. So why is Yoongi up so early?
Jin gets up out of bed and is forced to lean against the nightstand for a moment, a wave of dizziness consuming him. It’s probably because I got up too quickly, he thinks as he stands upright again.
He slowly makes his way to the kitchen, a bit concerned by how achy his body feels. It’s probably because of all the practice they’ve been doing recently, he thinks. Maybe it’s finally catching up to him. They’ll get a break soon enough, though. Their schedule has been slowing down quite a bit, so he’ll probably have enough time to rest between schedules.
When Jin opens the fridge to look for something to eat or drink, his stomach turns. The thought of consuming anything repulses him, and he closes the fridge immediately after.
A sudden wave of nausea overtakes him and he tries to breathe in deeply in an attempt to make the awful feeling in his stomach subside. It proves to be in vain, however, because Jin has to suppress a gag as he sprints to the bathroom.
It doesn’t take long before Jin is leaning over the sink, unable to make it to the toilet in time. He coughs harshly, a bit of stomach acid making its way up his throat. The sensation only upsets his stomach further and he retches, bringing up even more bile into the sink.
After a few more unproductive gags, Jin feels like he doesn’t have anything left in his stomach, so he pulls away from the sink for a moment to catch his breath.
He looks in the mirror, wincing at his appearance. The dark circles under his eyes are even more prominent because of his pale complexion, and the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead only adds to his disheveled presentation.
God, I look awful, Jin thinks to himself, wiping some of the sweat off with the back of his hand. He rinses his mouth and the sink out with water, deciding to make his way back to his bedroom.
The only schedule they have for the day is a small recording session later in the evening, so he might as well get some rest before then. He did just wake up, but it already feels like he doesn’t have a single ounce of energy left in his body.
As Jin makes the trek back to his room, hoping to get some much-deserved rest, he bumps into Jimin. “Oh, there you are, hyung,” the younger man says with a relieved sigh. “We’ve been looking all over for you.”
“Really?” Jin asks. He probably has a fever, if the confusion and disorientation is anything to go by. He just hopes it isn’t very high. All he wants to do is sleep and maybe take some medicine for his stomach, and he wants this unexpected conversation to go by as quickly as possible.
“Yoongi-hyung checked your room, but you weren’t there,” Jimin explains. “The manager called to tell us that we’ve had some things added to our schedule today. And a few days after today. The whole week is fully booked now, actually.” He’s talking so quickly that Jin is having a hard time keeping up. “We were all together in the living room, so we found out about it together, but you were still sleeping and we didn’t have enough time to wake you up because we were getting ready, so I thought I would look for you now and here you are!”
Jin can hardly begin to process Jimin’s words before Namjoon appears, looking at him with surprise. “Oh, Jin,” he says. “Perfect timing. Our schedule got a bit messed up today, so we actually have to be leaving for a shoot in a bit. You should probably start getting ready now.”
He can’t believe this is happening.
On one of their least hectic days, the schedule has to be messed up? Jin isn’t sure what the rest of the day entails, but he’s sure it won’t be pleasant, especially not with the way his stomach is beginning to act up again. “Are you sure?” is what he ends up asking in a hoarse voice. “We can’t reschedule for another day? I’m not really feeling too hot.”
Namjoon takes another look at Jin and his expression changes to one of concern. “Yeah, you don’t look too good,” he says, looking him up and down. “Are you sick?”
“I think so,” Jin says, though he’s actually more than certain, if throwing up in the sink is any indication of how well he is doing. “I think I caught something. I might have a fever.”
Namjoon moves closer to Jin and places a hand on his forehead. Jin practically melts into the touch, the feeling of Namjoon’s cold hand helping cool him down. “Yeah, you’re a bit warm,” he says eventually, “but it doesn’t seem to be too bad. You’ll be fine to work today. Jimin’s worked with higher fevers, right, Jimin?”
“Mhm,” Jimin hums in agreement.
If Jin was feeling any better, he might have scolded Namjoon about enabling Jimin and his tendencies to overwork himself, but all he feels right now is fatigue and mild disbelief.
If this were any other time, the members would be begging him to get some rest. And now they’re forcing him to work for an entire day when today was supposed to be a relatively calm day where he could rest for a while.
“You’ll be fine,” Namjoon says, patting him on the arm. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, but today is way too important to take a sick day, so we really need you to power through it. Maybe eat something before we go so you’ll have enough energy.”
Jin can only nod before Namjoon and Jimin walk away, most likely to get ready for whatever schedule it was they relayed to him—Jin honestly can’t remember anymore.
He changes out of his pajamas and into some sweatpants and a warm jacket. The fever is starting to make him feel a bit chilly, and the last thing he needs right now is to be worrying about the temperature.
Jin doesn’t manage to eat anything, but he does end up drinking a glass of water. That will have to do, he tells himself, because he knows that he’ll just throw up again if he consumes anything of substance.
“Ready to go?” Hoseok asks, apparently waiting for Jin at the door. Jin nods, and the two make their way to the car together.
Normally, Hoseok would have been concerned about Jin’s health (it’s not like the man is hiding anything; he’s sure his sickly pallor gives it all away), but it seems like he doesn’t even notice the state he’s in.
None of the other members make any mention of Jin’s sickness, either. Maybe Namjoon and Jimin didn’t tell any of the other so as to not worry them during such a hectic schedule. Maybe no one else has noticed.
Either way, Jin feels a bit hurt right now. Whenever the other members are sick, he’s always looking out for them and caring for them, even when the schedule is hectic beyond belief. Like Namjoon had mentioned, Jimin has worked with extremely high fevers before, but Jin had always been there for him, making sure that Jimin was doing okay and taking care of him when they got back to the house.
And now, no one is even looking his way.
“Great work, everyone,” the photographer says. The members breathe a collective sigh of relief, happy to hear that their impromptu photo shoot was a success.
Jin, however, isn’t feeling quite as relieved.
He isn’t sure how he managed to make it through the photo shoot in the first place, but his stomach has clearly run out of patience.
He feels the nausea build up again and he barely has time to rush to the nearest bathroom, emptying his stomach of its contents as soon as he makes it to a toilet.
The forceful heaves tear at his throat and the vomit spilling past his lips doesn’t make it any better, but his stomach eventually calms down after what feels like an eternity.
Jin coughs, tearing off a piece of toilet paper to wipe his mouth. He flushes the toilet just as he hears a knock at the door. “Hyung?” a familiar voice says. “Are you coming? We’re going to be late.”
He opens the door to come face-to-face with Jungkook, who doesn’t look very amused. His expression doesn’t hide his annoyance, and he taps his foot impatiently on the ground. “We’ve been waiting for you, hyung. Come on, we have to go to the studio now. We’re meeting with the producers to discuss some changes on the next track.”
“Kook, give me a minute, please,” Jin practically begs, fighting weakly against Jungkook’s grip on his arm. “I’m not feeling well. Please go easy on me.”
“I know,” Jungkook says, the annoyance never leaving his tone. “Namjoon-hyung told us. We don’t have time, hyung, we have to get going.” He pulls Jin by his arm, leading him to the car.
Jin would be lying if he said he didn’t feel tears pricking at his eyes. So the members did know, they just didn’t care. For some reason, that makes him feel ten times worse.
Any other time, Jin might have lightly scolded Jungkook for being rude and dismissive and maybe cracked a joke about “respecting his elders,” but he’s too hurt to say much of anything right now.
“Sorry for dragging you all here so suddenly,” the producer apologizes as the members take their seats. “We do have some important business to go over, however.”
The producer says something about layering the members’ vocals on the track, but Jin isn’t too sure if he has heard correctly because of the fog clouding his mind.
He only snaps out of his daze when Taehyung says, “Jin-hyung, does that sound okay?”
Jin blinks, trying to force himself to focus. “I’m sorry, what was that?” he asks, not having registered anything about the conversation for the past few minutes.
Taehyung breathes a sigh of annoyance. “The producers want to give some of your lines to me because they think my voice is better-suited for the song. Is that okay with you?”
This is probably the cherry on top of a fantastic day, Jin thinks bitterly to himself.
At this point, however, he is far too exhausted to argue with it. All he wants to do is crawl into bed and not wake up for the next few days, until the schedules are over and the members care about him again.
“Sure,” Jin says, venom in his tone. “Might as well take all my lines, while we’re at it. Maybe you should sing my solo instead, too, since your voice is so much better than mine.”
It’s a low blow, he knows. It’s not like it’s Taehyung’s fault that the producers want to switch things up like this. Taehyung probably feels badly about having to take some of Jin’s lines, even though he doesn’t show any hint of remorse at the moment.
Everyone looks at Jin in shock. “Hyung—“ Jimin tries to speak before Jin abruptly gets up out of his seat.
“I think I’ve heard enough of this meeting,” Jin says, barely able to keep his voice from wavering. He feels sick again, but he really wants to make it home before throwing up yet another time.
He walks out of the room and heads to the car, where he sits in the back seat. He isn’t able to leave until all of the members are back in the car, so he waits with his head rested between his arms, reflecting on the whole situation.
It had just gotten to be too much. Jin can’t go more than an hour without feeling like he’s going to throw up again despite eating nothing the entire day, the members are being so dismissive towards him, and losing his lines was just the final straw. He couldn’t take any more of this hell of a day.
Some time later (it could be an hour or just five minutes, Jin doesn’t really trust his sense of time anymore), the members enter the car. Everyone is unusually quiet, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why. They’re quiet because of him. They’re probably disgusted by his behavior and are just waiting to yell at him once they get home.
“Hyung—“ Jungkook tries, but Jin just shakes his head.
“I don’t want to talk right now,” Jin says solemnly. He knows that he was being disrespectful and he definitely caused a scene back there, but he just wants to go home. The members can yell at him later. Jungkook can go on and on about how he should set a better example as the oldest, but just not right now—Jin really doesn’t have it in him. If they say anything else, he knows he’ll just break down, and he doesn’t want the members to be around for it when it eventually happens.
The ride home is spent in total silence, just like Jin had requested. At least they’ll listen to something I ask of them, he thinks bitterly to himself.
The bumpy ride sets his stomach off again and Jin knows it’s only a matter of minutes before he has to run to a bathroom. He just hopes they make it home before it inevitably happens.
As soon as the members arrive back at the house, Jin makes a beeline for the bathroom, a hand clamped over his mouth.
He shuts the door behind him, not wanting the members to hear his painful-sounding retching as he leans over the toilet for what feels like the thousandth time that day. He isn’t sure how he still manages to throw up considering that he should be empty by now, but nothing seems to be going his way today.
Jin can’t help the sob that escapes him. Today is definitely one of the worst days of his life. Probably in the top ten, at least. He treats the members so kindly, but all he gets in return is...nothing. The members have brushed him off and ignored him for the entire day and it’s finally starting to take its toll on him.
All he wanted was to spend a day or two recovering at home with his members coddling him, but he should’ve known better than to expect that. He’s the oldest, he supposed to take care of the rest of the group. It was silly of him to expect the same for him.
Jin stops crying suddenly when he hears a knock at the door. “Hyung?” It feels strangely similar to the photo shoot earlier in the day and he can’t suppress his sobs when he remembers how little Jungkook seemed to care about him even after he had just gotten sick.
“Hyung, can I come in?” the voice asks again. Judging from the sound of it, it’s Yoongi. What could he possibly want? It can’t be that he’s concerned for Jin. He probably just wants to use the bathroom and is trying to shoo him out.
“I’ll be out in a minute, Yoongi,” Jin manages, suppressing a gag. Tears are still flowing freely from his eyes, even more so now that he thinks about how Yoongi probably isn’t even concerned about him. “Just give me a second.”
“No, hyung, I just wanted to check on you,” Yoongi tried again. “Can you please open the door? I want to see if you’re okay.”
“Why?” Jin asks bitterly before he can stop himself. “So you can see whether I’m too sick to go to the next schedule? So you can see if my fever is low enough for me to not pass out during the next photo shoot? I’ll be just fine, Yoongi, thanks.”
Yoongi doesn’t respond for a while. For a moment, Jin wonders whether he has simply left already. He wouldn’t be very surprised, if he’s being honest. “I’m coming in,” Yoongi says after a minute, opening the door.
Jin is sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, tears still streaming down his cheeks. He looks just as bad as he did in the morning, if not worse. Yoongi’s heart breaks a bit at the sight.
Yoongi sits down next to Jin without saying a word. Jin looks at him distrustfully, but allows him to be there nonetheless. He hates to admit it, but he likes the comfort, even if this is all he is allowed.
“We’re really sorry,” Yoongi apologizes. “We talked about it for a little while and we all agreed that we were being jerks to you. We should’ve listened when you told us you weren’t feeling well.”
“Why didn’t you?” Jin asks weakly.
Yoongi sighs. “Too stressed, maybe,” he responds. “We got the news so suddenly, and we didn’t really have the capacity to think about anything else, so we blew you off. We’re really sorry. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Jin mutters. At least he doesn’t feel like he has to throw up anymore, but he feels like he should stay in the bathroom just in case. His stomach has been incredibly unpredictable today.
“It’s not,” Yoongi says. “You can tell me how you really feel, you know. I know we were awful to you today. You don’t have to pretend like it’s fine, because it isn’t. Today has been a really shitty day for all of us, but it’s been ten times worse for you. If there’s anything you’ve taught me, it’s that you shouldn’t suppress your feelings when you need to let them out. I think it’s time you took your own advice.”
The dam breaks when Yoongi says those words.
Jin begins to sob, leaning over to the side so his head is resting against Yoongi’s shoulder. The rapper pulls him into a hug and rubs his back as he cries. “It just isn’t fair,” Jin whimpers. “I woke up feeling like shit, and then I got sick, and then Jimin and Namjoon tell me I have to work for the entire day,” he sobs, “and it’s just too much.”
“I know,” Yoongi sympathizes, his voice low and gentle. “We forced this on you when we shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”
“A-and Jungkook didn’t even care when I got sick after the photo shoot,” Jin continues with a shaky voice. “I had to run to the bathroom to throw up, but he didn’t even give me a second to catch my breath, he just took my arm and dragged me to the car.” He lets out another sob when he remembers how cruel Jungkook was to him. “He’s the youngest. He’s supposed to listen to me, but he was ordering me around like it was nothing and I–“ He chokes on another sob, unable to finish his sentence.
It’s probably the fever making him so emotional, but he doesn’t care. At this point, he doesn’t have any pride left. “I didn’t know that happened,” Yoongi says calmly. “I’ll talk to him about it later. He shouldn’t have acted that way towards you.”
“Tae didn’t even care that the producers wanted to give him my lines,” Jin sobs. “I thought he would s-stick up for me, but he just got annoyed ‘cause I spaced out. I didn’t m-mean to, it was just because of the fever.”
“I know,” Yoongi says. “I know you didn’t mean to. Taehyung was just stressed. He should’ve been more considerate towards you. We all should have been.”
“I’m always so nice to you guys,” Jin wails. He knows that he’s becoming a bit hysterical right now, but he can’t help it. Like Yoongi said, he needs to let it out. “I always take care of you whenever you get sick. I always give you m-medicine and make you tea and– and I hold your hair back when you’re throwing up and I get you hot water bottles a-and I rub your stomach when it hurts and– a-and–“
“Jin, baby, you need to calm down,” Yoongi says, pulling away from the hug so that he can look Jin in the eyes. “You’re getting too worked up and you’re only going to make yourself feel worse. You’re okay, I promise.”
Jin takes a few shaky breaths, but he manages to calm down. However, once he is close to being done with crying, the nausea comes back at full force. “Yoongi,” he swallows convulsively, “I’m gonna be sick again.”
“I’ve got you,” Yoongi says, guiding Jin over to the toilet. When Jin begins to gag unproductively, Yoongi rubs circles into his back to speed up the process. “Don’t force it,” he says when Jin begins to cough. “It’ll happen on its own.”
It only takes another minute for Jin’s heaving to finally become productive, but only a few small streams of bile make their way past his lips. He slumps back down into Yoongi’s chest once he is finished, closing his eyes.
“You’re pretty warm, hyung,” Yoongi comments, able to feel the heat radiating off of the older member in this position. “Do you want to try taking some medicine now that your stomach has calmed down a bit?” Jin just shrugs, so Yoongi takes that as a yes. He gets some stomach medicine and fever reducers from the medicine cabinet, handing them to Jin with a glass of water.
“Thanks,” Jin mumbles, taking the medicine with a sip of water. He doesn’t feel up to drinking much, so a few sips is all he can manage. “I’m tired, Yoongi,” he says, resting his head against Yoongi’s shoulder.
“I know,” Yoongi says, taking this opportunity to play with his hyung’s hair. Jin relaxes into the touch, humming softly. “Do you want to head to bed now?” Jin nods. “I’ll help you to bed, then,” Yoongi declares.
“You don’t have to do that,” Jin protests weakly. For a moment, Yoongi thinks he sounds a bit like a kicked puppy, and that thought hurts his heart.
“I don’t have to,” Yoongi agrees, “but I want to. Like you said, it’s what you deserve for taking such good care of us all the time. This is the least I can do to repay you for everything you’ve done for me, hyung.”
Yoongi hears Jin sniffle and assumes it’s because he’s just finished throwing up, but is surprised to see that Jin has started crying again. “Hyung, what’s wrong?” he asks. “Did I say something that upset you? Are you feeling sick again?”
Jin shakes his head, struggling to find the right words. “No,” he chokes out through his tears. “You’re just being so nice to me. I thought you all hated me, but you’re being so nice to me right now.”
Yoongi can tell that the fever is definitely making Jin overly-emotional, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to comfort his friend. “I’m sorry we made you feel that way,” he apologizes again, handing Jin some tissues for him to dry his eyes with. “We’re all a bunch of idiots. You’re the best hyung we could ever ask for and we really took that for granted today, but I’m going to make it up to you.”
“How?” Jin asks. He looks up at Yoongi with such a vulnerable expression that almost brings tears to Yoongi’s own eyes.
“I don’t know,” Yoongi says with a shrug. “You tell me. Is there anything I can do for you now, other than getting you to bed? Do you want to try eating something?”
Jin shakes his head. “I wouldn’t be able to stomach it,” he says. He looks away shyly, seemingly ashamed. “Would you maybe, um, sleep with me? You don’t have to, but...I think it would make me feel a little better. Emotionally, at least. It’s been a rough day.”
“Of course, hyung,” Yoongi says with a gentle smile. “Anything for you.”
