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Jisung wakes up freezing. His shirt is soaked in cold sweat and he is shaking. He sits up and sees nothing but pure darkness. Someone snores beside him and he startles.
For a moment he's confused where he is and who’s beside him. Slowly the memories come back and he remembers, that he is in a hotel room in Paris, sharing a room with Minho.
A painful stomach cramp tears him out of his thoughts and he tries to suppress a moan.
Maybe he just needs to drink a glass of water. He tries to get up but his legs shake under his weight and he plops back down on the bed. He feels dizzy and he can’t seem to stop the uncontrollable shivering. Saliva starts to pool in his mouth and a wave of nausea rolls through him.
No, no, no. This can’t be happening.
His closes his eyes and tries to take a few slow breaths.
Minho stirs beside him and groans sleepily. „Jisung? What are you doing? Are you okay?“
Jisung whimpers. „Minho I am so tired.“
„Why won’t you lie down then?“ Minho’s voice is concerned and he sits up in bed as well.
„My stomach.“ Jisung winces and wraps his arms around his middle.
„Are you feeling sick?“ Minho turns on the bedside lamp, so he can get a better look at the younger boy.
Jisung shrugs.
„Yeah you don’t look good at all baby.“ Jisung's face is coated in a sheen of sweat and he is slightly green. The older boy gently rubs circles on Jisung's back.
The first tear falls and runs down Jisung's cheek.
„Minho I am scared.“ He shivers again.
„Don't-“ The thought makes him gag. „Don’t wanna throw up.“
„I know, baby, but maybe it’s better to go to the bathroom, just in case.“
Jisung shakes his head in panic and his eyes grow wide.
„Minho, no. I just wanna sleep.“ He groans as another wave of nausea rolls through him.
„I know, Sungie, but let’s sit by the toilet for a bit, and if you don’t need to throw up, we can go back to bed. Come on.“
With the support of Minho, Jisung manages to walk to the bathroom and then falls to his knees in front of the toilet.
Just the sight of the toilet makes him even more sick. He lets out a wet belch and leans his head over the toilet, just to spit in a mouthful of saliva. Tears run down his face and he desperately clings to Minho’s shirt.
„Hyung, help me.“ He whines.
„Just let it out Jisungie. You will feel better afterwards. I promise.“ He is still rubbing his back.
Jisung's stomach lurches and he burps loudly. Eyes pressed closed.
„Baby. You can’t avoid the inevitable I’m afraid. Something needs to get out of your system.“
Jisung groans and gags again.
„I feels so sick but I can’t be… sick.“ He hiccups.
„Okay just relax. I can pat your back a little, maybe that will help you bring it up.“
Jisung looks so small and scared at this moment, but he realizes there is no other way.
„Do you trust me?“ Minho asks.
Jisung slowly nods and hangs his head directly above the toilet.
As soon as Minho starts patting his back, Jisung starts to burp and gag, but still nothing comes out.
„Just let it happen love.“ Minho pats a bit harder now and that seems to do the deed. With another wet belch, Jisung lurches forward and a splash of vomit lands into the toilet.
Minho hears Jisung's sobs between the multiple consecutive splashing noises.
„It’s okay baby, just breathe.“
Once Jisung has finished he slumps back against Minho. The boy plays a bit with Jisung's sweaty hair before he starts to speak again.
„Do you still feel sick?“
Jisung hesitates but then nods.
„I probably should get Chan-“ Minho is in the progress of getting up, when grabby hands pull at his shirt. „Don’t go.“ Jisung whines, a panicked sob wrecks his body. „Don’t leave me here alone.“
„Okay shhh, shhh, Sungie.“ Minho coos and crouches down again. „I just want to get some more help.“
„Don't. I don’t wanna bother anyone. I didn’t wanna bother you, I just-“ The younger boys shoulder jolt and more sick pours from this mouth into the toilet followed by another dry heave. Minho shudders.
„Hey, hey baby it’s okay, I am staying. Please breathe.“
„Don't like it.“ Jisung mumbles.
„I know.“
„You promised me I will feel better.“ He cries out.
Minho's heart breaks at the sight of poor little Jisung. He feels like shit for not being able to do more.
After another round of puking, Jisung's stomach seems to settle for a bit and his face is slightly less pale than before.
„Sungie, drink a bit of water please.“ He hands him a glass and Jisung takes a few thirsty sips.
Minutes pass and Minho starts to hope, that the puking finally stopped.
At this moment, Jisung jolts forward, head over the toilet and coughs and dry heaves again for several times. After that he remains slumped over the toilet.
„Jisungie, I think you are done. You can lean back.“
„No.“ Jisung slurres and dry heaves again.
„Come on. You are making yourself intentionally sick.“
When he finally leans back, his eyes flutter close and he is barely conscious. Minho is inspecting Jisung closely. „You start to freaking me out baby. Is there something else that hurts?“ He asks quietly.
Jisung shakes his head, he looks totally exhausted.
„Just so tired.“ He slurs.
„Okay, let’s go to bed then. I will put a trash can beside just in case.“
A few minutes later, Jisung is wrapped up in Minho’s strong protecting arms and he is so thankful, that the didn’t need to go through this terrible night alone.