Reaction to you having a headache
(IM SORRY THIS IS SO BAD)
He wouldn’t realise something was wrong until you hadn’t answered his question for the fifth time. “(y/n), I’m asking you again. Do you want to order something or should I cook?” He’d come looking for you in your bedroom only to see you on the bed, head in hands, trying to cope with the headache. “Oh my god Jagiya, what’s wrong?” he’d come running to you. He wouldn’t just cuddle you, he would also cook you a full meal and run you a nice warm bath. You two would end the night with him playing the guitar and singing any song of your choice.
“Yah, (y/n), why are you taking the medicine again and again? You just took one half an hour ago.” Observant Yoongi would notice you constantly reaching for the pain killer but wouldn’t say anything until the number of pills got dangerously high. He would sit next to you on the couch and you’d tell him quietly about your headache. Smiling, he’d pull you close and stroke your hair. “Don’t stay quiet about these things, it can be very dangerous. I don’t want you getting into any sort of difficulty; especially when I’m not around.”
You and Hoseok were at a carnival since early morning. Half way into your day, the heat was slowly getting to you. You’d sit down on a bench and reach into your bag for some medicine. Hoseok would sit down and notice you taking the painkiller. He would realise instantly what was happening. “Would you like to go back home, babe?” you would nod. “I’d like some cuddles to if that’s ok” you’d whisper. Instantly, Hoseok would grab your hand and walk you straight to the car.
Namjoon would analyse everything that could have caused you the headache. “You’ve been walking around in this heat and you haven’t had a sip of water. How do you expect to be alright like this?” He’d be worried but would try and keep his calm. He’d keep to bottles of water, a packet of biscuits and medicine on your bed side table. “I want you to sleep now. But when you wake up, the first thing you’re having is the two bottles of water.” He’d spoon you tightly, hold you very close and stoke your hair.
Jimin wouldn’t need to be told twice. The moment he’d notice your head in your hands, he’d make some nice warm soup and engulf you in giant bear hug. “I’m going to stay here until you’re feeling better (y/n). Take your time.” He’d say softly. The two of you would lay down on the bed, he’d hug you tightly and would gently stroke your hair. If you were really lucky, he’d sing songs for you and serenade you to sleep.
Taehyung would be on his phone watching a gamer play some video game. “YAH you, idiot! Shoot him. I SAID SHOOT HIM.” Your headache was getting the best of you and Taehyung’s yelling didn’t help much either. You would sit up and clutch your head, trying to take in deep breaths to calm yourself. “(y/n), are you ok? Is everything fine?” he’d asked worried. You would shake your head, “headache” you’d say. Taehyung would pick you up bridal style and carry you into the bedroom. He’d bring out six different stuffed toys he had bought for you, “Which one do you want?” you’d answer by pointing directly at him. It would take him a few seconds to notice you wanted him. His boxy smile would appear, and he’d jump into bed next to you excitedly.
Jungkook would probably be a little flustered; he wouldn’t know what to do. After seeing you taking two pain killers in a row, he’d call up Jin and ask for advice. He would be a little worried but wouldn’t want to talk to you in case it would make your headache any worse. “Jungkook” you’d whisper. He’d rush to you, “Do you need anything (y/n)?” you’d nod and lay down on the couch motioning him to join you. You would hug him tightly and nuzzle your face into his neck slowly drifting into sweet slumber.