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Of all the sounds you could hear coming from the bathroom at four in the morning, the clicking of laptop keys is definitely not one of the ones to be expected. Actually, when Seokjin got up in the middle of the night to pee, he chalked up the unusual sound that he couldn’t quite place his finger on to his mind playing tricks on him.
He almost had a heart attack when he opened the bathroom door to find Yoongi curled up in the corner of the room, hunched over his laptop. The oldest took a minute to catch his breath--he really didn’t expect that.
Seokjin blinked once, twice. “What’re you doin’...?” He asked, sleep heavy in his voice despite being woken up quite a bit after that scare.
“Working,” Yoongi said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“In the bathroom at…” Jin reached to where his phone would be in his back pocket only to realize he was wearing pajamas.
“Four,” Yoongi caught onto the fact that he was trying to think of the time and filled in the blank for him
“...four in the morning,” Jin finished.
“Yep.” Yoongi didn’t look up from his laptop, and silence and the sound of typing fills the room again
After a long moment of expecting an explanation, Seokjin realized he’d need to ask for one. “Care to explain why?”
“Didn’t wanna clean a trash can,” Yoongi mumbled, clearing his throat. He’d been distracted by his work for a while; now that he remembered why he was in the bathroom, he picked up on that nausea that first put him there.
Seokjin paused, looking Yoongi up and down, noticing his sickly pallor and shaky frame before he put two and two together. He remembered the last time he found Yoongi in the same spot. “Have you been throwing up?”
Yoongi gave the slightest nod of his head, wishing Seokjin would just turn around and go back to bed. The sudden, harsh wave of nausea, the kind that made him lose trust in his body and feel the need to be next to a toilet in the first place, was creeping up again, and he didn’t really want Seokjin to be there for it.
Unfortunately for him, Seokjin ended up doing just what he feared: closed the door behind him and crouched down next to Yoongi, placing a hand on his forehead to check for fever. Yoongi swallowed convulsively, mouth filling with saliva, and Seokjin must’ve noticed, as he took the laptop out of Yoongi’s hand and moved it away so he wouldn’t get sick on it. And moments later, Yoongi jerked forward with a quiet heave, a stream of bile hitting the water.
“You’ve been sick for a while, huh?” Seokjin murmured, knowing that bile meant Yoongi had thrown up everything he’d eaten and didn’t replace it. He ran a hand down Yoongi’s spine, keeping his long fringe back with his other. Though Yoongi wasn’t really a loud vomiter, he was always the type to curl up and lurch forward, meaning Jin was able to feel all of his muscles tense as he brought up more of the bitter yellow liquid.
Seokjin was expecting him to be emptied after that, but Yoongi’s stomach didn’t give him a break, bringing up only small trickles of sick with the force of a full-blown heave. He coughed and sputtered, a hand going to his ribs which were already sore from all of the effort. By the time he finished, there were tears streaming down his face, and there was a pink hue on his cheeks, though it wasn’t entirely clear if the latter was from exertion or embarrassment.
“Sorry,” Yoongi mumbled as he shakily reached up to flush the toilet, panting softly as he tried to catch his breath.
“Don’t worry about it, Yoongs. It’s okay to be sick, you know,” Seokjin comforted, pulling Yoongi to his chest. The oldest rapper didn’t pull away; Jin started to stroke his hair, holding him close. “Poor thing…how long have you been in here, exactly?”
“Uh…” Yoongi looked down at his hands, counting hours with his fingers. “I dunno. Four hours…? Since after everyone else fell asleep, I guess.”
“How is that comfortable?”
“It’s not. But cleaning is a lot of effort.”
Seokjin just rolled his eyes. He scooted Yoongi over and made a move to stand up--he got a vulnerable, sad, teary-eyed look from the younger man and quickly specified, “I’ll be right back.”
And in a mere matter of minutes, Seokjin returned with a blanket and a pillow. Well...blankets and pillows, plural. Yoongi looked at him, confused.
“You think I’m letting you camp here alone?” Seokjin asked, giving a smile as he closed the door behind him once more.
Yoongi smiled back--although it was a weak and tired smile, it was genuine. Seokjin layed out a blanket on the floor and kept one to use, putting down pillows and getting the both of the situated. Yoongi exhaled softly, shutting his laptop and laying on the older man’s chest once more.
He could finally get some rest.