Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

chapter 2 - Stage Injury - Hoseok

chapter 3 - Carsick - Yoongi

feel free to comment requests, message me on ao3, or drop in my inbox on tumblr @seokjinsxmoon! 

Chapter Text

The boys were on the final leg of their latest world tour, and all of the members were exhausted after the long legs of travel and the packed schedules, to say the least. They had finally reached Seoul, the final leg of their world tour, and a sold-out four-day run in the Olympic stadium.

All of the members had been putting in extra effort for the final shows, wanting to show their Korean fans how grateful they were for their support. One member who had been pushing himself particularly hard was Hoseok. Hoseok is always extremely self-critical of his performances and always looks for a chance to improve.

The group's choreographer had suggested a change to one of their dance routines by adding an additional dance break starring Hoseok and Jimin, as a way to make the final leg of the shows even more spectacular than their previous ones.

During the last week of preparations, Hoseok had seldom left the practice room, attempting to perfect the new routine. His entire body felt tired and his muscles ached, but he had endured worse, and anyway, he'd do anything to make the fans and their team happy.

Drenched in sweat and feeling more tired than he was sure he had ever been in his life, Hoseok got his phone out of his bag and checked the time. It's 2 AM.

He sighed, raking a hand through his damp hair. 'One more run-through of the choreo and then I'll head back to the hotel.' He told himself.

————

Hoseok didn't leave the dance studio until close to dawn, getting a whole two hours of restless sleep before their managers came around to wake them up for breakfast. When the usually cheery Hoseok appeared at breakfast looking visibly exhausted, the other members were concerned.

"Hobi Hyung, are you feeling okay? You look tired." Taehyung asked around a mouthful of food.

"Yeah Hyung, you didn't get back here until really late last night, I didn't hear you come into our room," Jimin added, casting a glance over to Hoseok, who was leaning against his hand, his elbow on the breakfast table.

He immediately perked up. "Ah, I'm fine, Jiminie-ah!" Hoseok said with fake cheeriness as he helped himself to coffee from the French press coffee pot that was sitting in the middle of the table, adding milk and a sugar packet before taking a sip. "Just didn't find the hotel bed comfy that's all!"

This comment seemed to spark conversations about hotel arrangements amongst the members, and when Hoseok was sure no one was watching, he let his face fall.

He may have fooled some of the members, but he wasn't fooling Yoongi.

"Hobi, you really don't look good," He said deadpan.

"Yoon, I'm just a bit tired that's all," He said with a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I'm just saying that you should take it easy until the show later, have a rest for once,"

"Of course Hyung,"

----------

Hoseok, true to character, did not rest.

They were going through final rehearsals in the dance studio before they headed to the stadium for soundcheck.

Hoseok had put every last bit of energy he had into the choreography, and much to his delight it was perfect, not a single mistake and the transition between the original choreo and the added dance break was flawless, almost as if it had been a part of the routine in the first instance.

The group were now on the way to the stadium, the seven of them loaded into the van, with Hoseok taking one of the seats at the very back, Namjoon seated next to him.

The leader looked over to Hoseok, who was fighting to keep his eyes open. "Hoseok-hyung, why don't you have a nap before the soundcheck?"

"Joonie-ah, I'm fine-" Hoseok was cut off by Namjoon jumping in.

"Hoseok, you look awful, just have a twenty-minute nap, it won't kill you,"

Hoseok sighed. "Fine..." He grumbled under his breath and turned to look out of the window of the van, forcing himself to stay awake.

---------

When they arrived at the venue, Seokjin set about ordering some food for them to eat after the soundcheck, the other members sorting through their stuff and scrolling through social media on their phones.

Hoseok made a show of laying down on the couch and closing his eyes to Namjoon but didn't actually sleep.

If the dancer was honest, it felt very good to give his aching muscles a rest, and he let his body relax into the soft black leather of the couch. He didn't truly relax, instead opting to visualise the dreaded dance break behind his closed eyes, running through it time and time again.

On the fifth mental run-through, Hoseok found himself fighting the heavy edges of sleep. He couldn't sleep now, the soundcheck was in ten minutes, and then it would be on with eating dinner and the pre-show ritual.

He decided he'd just enjoy laying down and let his back muscles stretch out a bit longer.

--------

Soundcheck went off without a hitch, and everyone's in-ear monitors and microphones were working as intended. The members got a chance to check the camera angles and get used to the ever so slightly different stage set-up in preparation for the opening show that night.

Once soundcheck had ended, the boys went back to the green room, finally getting to dig into the food that Seokjin had ordered.

Jin had chosen some pork belly for Hoseok, one of his favourites, and something the dancer would usually be extremely excited to eat as a pre-show meal.

Instead, Hoseok quietly thanked the elder member as he handed him the plastic container, and tried to look somewhat interested in the maknae's excited conversation while pushing his food around with his fork in an attempt to make it look like he had been eating from the container.

"Hobi-hyung, are you alright? You're being really quiet.." Jungkook said softly to Hoseok when the rest of the members had become distracted by the 95 liners arguing.

"I'm fine Kookie-ah, I'm just a bit nervous," Hoseok said before taking a small piece of pork and eating it, his stomach churning as he did so. "I just want to give the fans a good show"

Jungkook hummed in agreement, nodding his head before turning back to his food.

A member of the tour crew peered their head around the door, reminding them that they would have to be ready in an hour.

Hoseok swallowed thickly, and silently willed his body to get its shit together.

-------

From Hoseok's perspective, the show was going as planned. Although, in his original plan, he would have definitely had more energy than this.

He'd managed to maintain his bright mood maker persona for the crowd, throwing himself into the performance with any of the residual energy he had left.

He was tired.

No, he was exhausted.

Exhaustion he felt deep in his bones, causing his muscles to ache and his head to pound.

About halfway through the concert, it had started to rain. But that wasn't out of the ordinary for Korea in spring, and none of the members, nor the tour crew thought anything of it.

Hoseok and the other members had just completed their final costume change and were preparing to perform their new choreography in front of fans for the first time.

The stage lights were out, and they quickly moved into their starting positions, before the music began, and Hoseok's brain went into autopilot mode.

He was performing the choreography just as he had practised, transitioning into the dance break, which heavily focused on hip-hop and his ability to pop and lock, as well as some acrobatic elements.

He jumped, as he had done hundreds of times in the past week, but this time his brain felt fuzzy. He couldn't hear the backing track, he couldn't hear the fans. Instead, his ears rang a high pitched noise that irritated his already sore head.

He felt his feet make contact with the floor, only for them to slide out from underneath him, one of his legs going sideways, and his head making contact with the hard floor of the stage, the world fading to black.

-----

"Hoseok?!" He could hear his name being called, it sounded far away.

Something cold and damp came into contact with his forehead, he hissed, teeth grit with pain.

"Hobi-hyung! Wake up!" He heard Jimin's tearful voice.

Hoseok became vaguely aware of something being held against his face. His eyes flicked open, to be met with the blinding view of the dressing room lights above him.

He squinted, and the concerned and teary faces of the other boys came into view. Seokjin was holding a very emotional Jungkook to his chest, looking down at where Hoseok was laying with anxiety lacing his features.

"Seokie-ah! You gave us quite a fright there!" Namjoon said, some relief flooding his voice.

"What happened?" Hoseok asked, but it was muffled by the oxygen mask one of the staff was holding against his face.

"You slipped on the wet floor and hit your head,"

Hoseok tried to sit up but found the firm hands of Yoongi gently pushing him back down to where he was laying on the floor.

"Stay still Hobi-ah, we've got to wait for the ambulance to check you over." The smaller man said, petting Hoseok's hair gently.

Hoseok felt like an idiot. He shouldn't have gone ahead with the performance with the way he was feeling, yet he did anyway. And now he's stuck laying on the floor with his best friends worrying about him.

Tears welled in his eyes and he sniffled. He felt a hand gently smooth his hair back from his forehead and coo. "Hoseokie-ah, I knew you weren't well, it was an even bigger tell when you didn't eat your pork this afternoon," Said Seokjin, who was the one to comfort him this time.

Staff had lifted the oxygen mask from his face now as the paramedics checked Hoseok's eye relaxes for concussion by having him follow their finger while shining a torch in his eyes. When they had finished, they went over to talk with the staff members.

Hoseok let out a high pitched whimper, followed by a sob, his tears flowing freely now. The boy felt more embarrassed than anything, he'd made a show of himself in front of the fans, and the clip of him falling was probably making the rounds on every online news site in Korea now.

"It's okay baby, I'm here, Seokjin's got you," The eldest member assured, his fatherly instincts coming out as he held Hoseok's hand.

The paramedic came over to the group. "Mr Jung is cleared to go home. He doesn't appear to be exhibiting any symptoms of a concussion as of right now, but he still needs plenty of rest, as his blow to the head was major. If he begins to experience any symptoms such as memory loss, disorientation, nausea or blackouts, then you must call an ambulance or bring him to the hospital immediately." He said seriously.

"Yes sir, thank you for all of your help," Namjoon said before a manager showed the ambulance crew out.

He knelt next to Hoseok. "Let's get you home and into bed for a long sleep, ay Hobi-hyung?" He said gently.

Hoseok nodded. He couldn't imagine anything better right now.

Chapter Text

They had been in the van for hours now.

Maybe it was Yoongi's fault for wearing all black in the middle of summer. Maybe it was his fault that he hadn't really wanted breakfast this morning, and now his stomach felt like it was doing backflips.

But it was definitely Taehyung's driving that was making this all worse. That and being crammed between Hoseok and Jimin in the backseat.

Everyone else in the car appeared perfectly fine, chatting away amongst themselves and scrolling on their phones, Jimin napping on his shoulder.

Yoongi suddenly felt extremely hot, sweat forming in beads on his forehead where his beanie was resting, just below his hairline.

"Taehyung-ah, can you put on the A/C? It's getting stuffy back here"

Hobi chuckled, "That's only because Jimin is like a radiator of heat when he's sleeping"

A few seconds later, the air does get noticeably colder within the van, but it does nothing to cure the hot flush Yoongi is currently suffering. He unzips his hoodie and awkwardly slides out of it, trying his best not to disturb Jimin.

Usually, Yoongi was the first to fall asleep on long car journeys, completely unbothered, with not a moment of travel sickness. Apparently, that has changed today.

Yoongi tilted his head back so it was resting on the headrest behind him, and began taking controlled breaths.

In through the nose. Hold. Out through the mouth. Repeat.

Just as he felt his mind and stomach come to settle, the van passed over a speed bump a little too quickly. The entire cabin of the van lurched upwards. As did the contents of Yoongi's stomach.

Shit.

If he thought his stomach was uncomfortable before, he had been severely mistaken. He runs the palm of his hand across his stomach.

God.

Not now.

The usually quiet and reserved member of the group was slowly growing more annoyed with his own body, the hot air inside of this god-forsaken van and Taehyung's driving ability.

"Taehyung, I thought I told you to turn on the A/C?!" Yoongi snapped, his stomach violently churning as the van drove on.

"I did hyung. It's really cold in here now. Open a window if you want fresh air," Taehyung replies, his eyebrows visibly furrowed in confusion in the rear-view mirror.

Yoongi sighed and closed his eyes before muttering, "And slow down, will you, you’re driving like a maniac."

"Yoongi-ah, his driving is perfectly fine," Jin mutters from the row of seats behind him. "Stop being a drama queen, God, have you never been over a speed bump before?"

Namjoon turned around to face Yoongi from the passenger seat in front. "Hyung, are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine, it's just too damn hot in here," Yoongi said before returning to the breathing exercises he often used to calm his anxiety.

That's all this is, just anxiety. 

"Are you sure, hyung? You look quite pale," Hoseok asks, looking up from his phone at the commotion.

"He always looks pale, I told you just open the window," Taehyung replied, exasperated, but trying to keep his eyes on the road.

They continued to drive in silence. The open window was doing nothing more than making an annoying thudding sound while the van drove quickly. 

The van lurched once more as they turned a corner slightly too quickly for Yoongi's stomach's liking.

Bile began to rise in his throat.

No.

He felt his mouth begin to fill with saliva as he fought the urge to gag right there and then.

Both hands were on his stomach now as he twisted awkwardly in his seat, desperate to get comfortable. His fidgety movements had awoken Jimin, who was blinking awake in sleepy confusion. 

"Hyung, are you okay?" Hoseok asked again, looking at the rapper sitting next to him once more. His already pale skin was a ghostly white and appeared to have a green tinge, and his entire face was covered in sweat, his expression contorted into one of clear discomfort. 

Yoongi hesitated and thought better of shaking his head, the motion would only make things worse,  before mumbling, "I don't feel well," clamping a hand over his mouth, with the bile rising in his throat once more. 

"Taehyung-ah, stop the car, Yoongi hyung is going to puke!" Jimin exclaimed towards the front seat.

Taehyung met his panicked eyes in the rearview mirror. "I can't, there isn't anywhere to pull over! Hyung, can you wait five more minutes?"

Yoongi screwed his eyes shut and forced back a gag, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, he's definitely going to puke," said Hoseok, scrambling around in the backseat for a plastic bag of some sort. 

Yoongi swallowed hard, forcing the bile back down his throat, his breath coming in harsh huffs as he desperately tried to control his stomach. 

Sweat beaded across his forehead as he felt his stomach lurch again. 

“Hyung, breathe - just breathe, okay?” Hoseok murmured, his voice soft but laced with panic as he fumbled around underneath the seats. Jmin, now fully awake, was already leaning away from Yoongi but still reaching out to steady him, one hand rubbing soothing circles on the elder boy’s back.

Yoongi groaned quietly, jaw tight, body trembling with effort as he tried one last time to keep control. “I’m gonna- fuck!”

And that was it. The next lurch of the van sent his stomach flipping violently, and Yoongi gagged hard, choking on the bitter taste rising up his throat. Hoseok finally found an old plastic convenience store bag and shoved it into Yoongi’s hands just in time.

The first heave was loud and wet, followed by several more that left Yoongi doubled over, body shaking as he emptied what little was in his stomach. The others froze, every bit of conversation in the van dying instantly.

“Pull over, Tae. Now,” Namjoon ordered firmly from the passenger seat.

“Hyung, I’m trying!” Taehyung stammered, heart racing as he scanned the road for a layby. He finally spotted a small rest area and swerved towards it, the van slowing as fast as he dared.

By the time they rolled to a stop, Yoongi was gasping, clutching the plastic bag weakly, tears prickling the corners of his eyes. He spat, trying to clear the sour taste from his mouth, his shoulders heaving. Hoseok reached for a pack of pocket tissues and gently wiped at Yoongi’s face.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Hobi murmured, his usual sunshine replaced with quiet concern. “You’re okay, hyung. You got sick, that’s all.”

Yoongi tried to say something but only managed a shaky breath, his voice barely audible. “Sorry…I didn’t… mean to-”

“Don’t even start,” Jin interrupted from the row behind, his tone gentle. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. You should’ve told us you were feeling bad.”

Jungkook, who’d been quiet the entire time, leaned over the back of the seat and offered a bottle of water. “Here, hyung. Rinse your mouth, yeah?”

Yoongi took it with trembling hands, swishing and spitting into the bag before taking a small sip. The cool water felt heavenly against his raw throat, but his stomach still clenched with every breath.

Namjoon turned around from the front seat. “You think you can step out for a bit? Get some fresh air?”

Yoongi nodded weakly, allowing Hoseok and Jimin to help him out of the van. The bright sun hit him immediately, and he squinted, leaning heavily on Jimin for balance. He still looked pale, an almost grey colour, his dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.

Taehyung hovered uncertainly near the open driver’s door, guilt written all over his face. “Hyung, I’m sorry - I didn’t realise you were feeling that bad. I should have found somewhere to pull over.”

Yoongi shook his head weakly, a faint, tired smile tugging at his lips. “Not your fault, Tae. My stomach just hates me today.”

“Probably more like you skipped breakfast again,” Jin muttered knowingly, stepping out to join them, his arms crossed. “You can’t take meds on an empty stomach and expect miracles, Yoongi-ah.”

“Don’t think I’d need breakfast just to sit in a van,” Yoongi mumbled, voice raspy, but it earned a small chuckle from Jungkook.

Hoseok kept rubbing slow circles on his back, while Jimin fetched one of the spare water bottles and a wet wipe, dabbing gently at Yoongi’s neck and face to cool him down.

After a few long minutes of silence and deep breaths, the colour began to return to Yoongi’s face. He leaned back against the van, eyes closed, letting the breeze hit his flushed skin.

“You done scaring the shit out of us now, hyung?” Taehyung asked, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips.

Yoongi huffed out a weak laugh. “Guess so.”

Namjoon stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Let’s skip the next stop, okay? We’ll head straight to the hotel. You can shower, lie down, and we’ll order something light.”

“Only if it’s plain rice,” Yoongi mumbled, lips quirking slightly.

“Deal,” Jin said, patting his shoulder. “And next time, you’re sitting in the front seat with me. I don’t trust Tae’s driving with your stomach ever again.”

Taehyung gasped in mock offence, and Yoongi cracked a faint smile, his eyes still tired but warm.

Once they were sure he was steady enough, Hoseok and Jimin helped him back into the van, this time letting him stretch out across the back seat with his head resting in Hoseok’s lap. Jungkook handed him a cool bottle of water to hold against his forehead, and Taehyung drove at a snail’s pace for the rest of the trip, overly cautious this time.

Yoongi’s breathing eventually evened out, his eyes fluttering shut as he drifted into a light sleep. Hoseok adjusted the blanket over him, murmuring, “Get some rest, hyung. We’ve got you.”

Namjoon looked back from the front seat, smiling softly at the sight of their usually stoic member finally relaxed. “You know,” He said quietly, “it’s kind of nice seeing him let us take care of him for once.”

“Yeah,” Jimin replied, leaning his head against the window, watching Yoongi sleep. “He deserves it.”

Outside, the road stretched endlessly, the late summer sun glistening off the windshield. Inside the van, the chatter had faded, replaced with the quiet hum of the A/C and the sound of Yoongi’s soft, steady breathing.