|Soobin Centric| ~ONE SHOTS~

REQUEST :

god I wish there were more Soobin centric stories out there ;-;
Sick Soobin trying to hide it until he can't? The others not understanding until it's too late? 🥺🥺

@MVforVictory

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WARNINGS:  Not much other than the fact that Soobin speaks in third person when he's sick and that sometimes names aren't capitalized.

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Soobin felt like a truck was constantly ramming into his skull. His head hurt so bad it caused him to tear up. Not to mention the ache that was flowing all through out his body that made his limbs feel like lead.

"What a wonderful start for today," he thought bitterly.

As usual his roommate, beomgyu, was still fast asleep which he envied him for. He carefully and slowly sat up on his bed wincing as the pulsing in his head increased.

He whimpered at the pain, he was never coherent when he was sick, often needed to be cared for and showered with attention. He really wanted his eomma or appa right now or even one of his older siblings.

He was used to being taken care of when he was sick back at home as he was their baby but he wasn't the baby here.

He was a leader and the second oldest so he vowed to himself that he would keep it a secret. It was a bad idea, he knew if he told them they would fuss over him and take care of him but some sense of deluded responsibility stopped him.

He grabbed onto the railing of their bunk bed and hauled himself up. That was not the right thing to do because as soon as he stood upright a wave of dizziness crashed onto him.

His knees buckled and soobin kept himself from falling onto the floor by clutching onto the pole like a life line.

As he breathed in to try and calm down he was hit by a bout of nausea. He scrambled on his weak legs to throw himself to their bathroom outside. He tried really hard not to bump into any thing as to not wake the others as he closed the door behind him.

Soobin flung himself onto the ground and heaved as he threw up. His tears finally spilled as he was bent over the bowl, throwing up everything that was in his stomach.

He wiped his mouth with a piece of tissue and leaned on the side of the tub. He silently cried as he realized he wasn't gonna be able to survive today's schedule.

He felt a burning sensation in his throat again and bent back over the bowl. Only bile came up, there was nothing else in his tummy but that.

He took a shower after he felt like he wouldn't fall or throw up again. He carefully stepped out wrapping his lithe body in a towel and brushing his teeth.

After slipping back into his room and dressing in one of the huge shirts he may or may not have stolen from his ning ning which fell to his knees, completely engulfing him.

A pair of black joggers completed his outfit and he quietly stepped out of the room. Silently he padded his way to the kitchen carefully as not to upset his tummy.

He glanced at the time on the clock nailed to the wall, its hand showed that it was only 5 am when he should be still asleep. He didn't need to be awake till 7 but his body decided to rebel.

He made a cup of warm tea, his eomma always gave him this whenever he threw up and it worked wonders.

Once finished he went to their couch and smushed himself against Tubin, curling his body towards it. His feet were all the way up to his chin as he slowly sipped the warm tea.