BTS Sickfics

Yoongi and Hoseok Get Seasick

request by Fairytailandbnha :)

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Hoseok's POV -

Today we are going on a cruise. It's not for filming, or a series, nothing. The staff set it up for us so we can 'relax'. If you know anything about me you'll know why I want nothing to do with this. Not only am I terrified of the ship sinking, or live fish, I also get the most debilitating seasickness. I'm the only one in the group to struggle this way. The others sometimes feel a little motion sickness, but rarely are they sick from it. Me, on the other hand, gets stuck in the bathroom, vomiting so hard my nose starts bleeding and I go all dizzy.

We'll get on the boat in the early morning, and come back off the next day. We won't be stopping anywhere; we'll just sleep in the middle of the fucking ocean. My stomach cramps a little just thinking about it.

My bags are packed, and, reluctantly, I'm ready to go. It's a bright, sunny day, and I already know the heat is going to progress the sickness. I load my bag into the car, and slide in next to Yoongi. I take the window seat, or else I'll get sick in the car too. Instantly, I shut my eyes to the world, leaning back in my seat.

I feel a hand squeeze my shoulder. "Have you got your stuff?" says Yoongi.

I nod, opening my eyes again to pull out the small bag I left by my feet. It has nausea tablets, water, mints, and some tissues, just in case my nose bleeds. The thought of using toilet paper right next to my mouth makes me cringe, to be honest. Shit particles and stuff.

"You think you'll be sick?" he asks.

I nod again. "Definitely. I can barely manage to cope with a couple hours, let alone a whole day. I have a plan ready, but I know it won't work. It never does."

"What's your plan?"

"I haven't eaten anything this morning, and last night I took a laxative to clear me out. There's physically nothing in me to throw up. So, how can I be sick? My body will still make me, but nothing will come up. That way, it won't hurt as much."

Yoongi frowns softly. "I think it'll hurt more, because your stomach will spasm more. I think you should maybe just eat something small, for all you know it might help settle you more."

I just look at him. I've had this level of seasickness since I was a young child. I know how to deal with myself, just about. The only difference between Bangtan and my family is that Bangtan are much more empathetic. My family would shout at me and say I was ruining their trips, and, as I got older, they accused me of doing it on purpose for attention. On the other hand, Bangtan always follow me to the toilet and shush me, babying me until I can get off the boat. When I passed out, Yoongi carried me off.

"You need to drink something, at least, or you'll make yourself properly poorly. Ginger is pretty good for sickness, have you got any of that?"

"There's ginger biscuits in my bag, but I won't eat them. They'll make me sick, hyung. Just drop it. Thinking about it makes me feel sick."

Yoongi sighs, sounding almost agitated. "Sometimes I wonder how much of it you put on. I've had seasickness, and it's never that bad."

I turn to him again. "What?"

Yoongi buffers a little. "We know you're scared. You don't have to make yourself ill to make it stop, Hobi."

"I'm not!" I snap. Yoongi flinches, and just nods his head meekly.

The car ride doesn't last anywhere near as long as I wanted it to. The cruise ship towers in front of us, a small line of people waiting to get on with us. I can smell the salt in the air, and the soft sound of the waves lapping against the boat squeezes at my stomach already. Somewhere, I still feel hungry, my body wanting some form of nourishment, but I know I can easily make a day without food. We used to do it all the time when we first debuted.