Thread by @yn_mints

yoonmin au | [a/b/o]

there’s something wrong with yoongi’s roommate. they’re not friendly with each other but they’re not friends, so it feels a little awkward to slip into the bathroom to find the omega puking his guts into the toilet.

#yoonminfest #ymfest22_d18

🍼 mpreg!! don’t like don’t read ☺️
🍼 abo ofc (o!jm, a!yg)
🍼 “and they were roommates”
🍼 indifferent roommates to lovers
🍼 tw/ for pregnancy symptoms, mentions of unexpected/unwanted preg.
🍼 alpha yoongi is ~not the father
🍼 lots of time skips i suppose
🍼 cliche and cheesy

I have a very important question for this au:

The first sign that something is wrong with 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂’s roommate is the vomiting.

𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 is locked in his room, working on a beat when the retching breaks his concentration.

It’s so loud that he can hear it even through his headphones, and his first instinct is to flinch and call out a “𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇? Are you dying?”

There’s no answer. 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 holds his breath for a second, hoping that it’s over, but when the sound comes again,

he tosses his headphones into his desk and jumps out of his chair.

The bathroom is right across the hall, which is probably why the sound is so loud and violent, and 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 must have left the door open in his hurry to reach the toilet.

𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 sees him immediately, doubled over with his head practically inside the toilet. His entire body shakes violently as he continues to empty his stomach.

“𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇?” He asks, kneeling down next to his roommate to… to what? He can only rub the blonde’s back, brush a few strands of hair away from his clammy forehead and whisper silly words of support.

They’re not exactly friends, so it feels a little awkward to be comforting 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 during a time like this, but 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 isn’t a shit person, so he sucks it up. It’s not that they dislike each other, but they’re just… they’re roommates.

H𝗈s𝖾𝗈𝗄 introduced them six months ago when 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 was looking for a place to live and 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 was whining about rent being expensive, and ta-da: roommates. They split rent, split bills and split kitchen space.

They rarely sit down to have dinner together or chill in the living room.

So yeah, 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 doesn’t exactly know what to do right now.

𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 probably doesn’t even want him here, not when he’s puking his guts out and smelling like sick, but again, 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 isn’t a shit person.

It takes a few minutes until 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 settles down. A few shivers still run through his body, but he eventually picks up his head and stops hugging the toilet.

Y𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 has been trying to not vomit too at the mere smell, but there’s nothing he can do about it except reach out to flush the toilet now that 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 is finally done. “Are you alright?”

Now that the initial shock has passed, 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 realizes the air is thick with the scent of flowers that seem to have caught on fire.

It’s not a good scent, clearly a manifestation of 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇’s own stress from what’s happening, and mixed with the smell of sick, it’s making 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂’s head spin.

𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇’s voice comes out weak and rough when he speaks. “I think I ate something bad.”

He looks pale and his skin is clammy. Even his hair is drooping sadly, flopping shapeless around his face, so unlike 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇’s usual well-put together look.

“Didn’t you get sushi with a friend yesterday? The fish was probably bad.”

There are small,glistening tears clinging on to 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇’s eyelashes. 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 tries not to focus on that and instead steps back, allowing 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 better room to catch his breath.“Yeah, probably”

“Do you… uh, want me to go buy you some medicine?”

𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 shakes his head. He looks like death personified with how pale he is, but he is giving 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 a small smile as a sign of reassurance. “No, I’m fine. I’m sorry I disturbed you.”

“It’s fine. Are you sure you’re alright? If you ate expired fish you should probably go see a doctor. It might be food poisoning.”

“Don’t worry about it. I think I’ll be better now that I’ve thrown up. I’ll keep to light foods just in case.”

𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 almost wants to say that that’s not quite how food poisoning works, but he doesn’t. He’s hovering, and 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 probably isn’t super comfortable having an alpha this close when he’s this vulnerable.

Besides, 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 is an adult. He knows what’s best for himself, so 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 shouldn’t insist. “If you say so. I’m right across the hall, if you need anything, okay?”

“Thanks hyung.”

𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇’s smile is gentle and soft, and 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 finds himself smiling back as he leaves the bathroom.

★★★

Turns out 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 doesn’t get better.

Later that day, when the sun has long since set and 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 is hunched over his desk with a bunch of crossed-out lyrics staring him in the face (taunting him, almost laughing at him and his writer's block), the vomiting starts anew.

This time 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 finds 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 in his pajamas, clutching his stomach as he bends over the toilet as if trying to keep his insides contained.

𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 stays by the door, feeling like a bit of an idiot just staring at his roommate puking his guts out, but he isn’t willing to come closer to the smell of vomit again so soon after the incident this morning.

“You need to see a doctor, 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇.”

𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 glares at him from under a floppy fringe. It shouldn’t look so threatening considering he’s hunched over a toilet and his skin looks a little green, but he manages to startle 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 regardless.

Someone had once told him to be cautious around omegas in distress, so 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 backtracks. “/I/ could take you to a doctor? If you want to, of course. You just… it might be actual food poisoning, or salmonella or something.”

“𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂-hyung, I’m fi—,” but he doesn’t get to finish his lies because he’s retching again, and he throws out his hands to wrap around the toilet as he throws up yet again.

𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 can only scrunch up his nose, and he hugs his middle protectively at the sight of 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇’s entire body quaking with the effort of vomiting.

𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 waits until this wave passes, and he stands there awkwardly watching as 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 tries to catch his breath again.

He looks tired and weak and like he’d rather be anywhere but in their bathroom with 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 lingering by the door, but he doesn’t complain. He doesn’t say anything at all.

“I’ll make you some tea,” 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 finally says after a long moment of nothingness. He doesn’t wait for 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇’s answer, running off to the kitchen before the omega can wave him off.

When he returns with the hot beverage, 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 is sitting on the bathroom floor, back to the wall and head thrown back.

He looks absolutely miserable, and a little too pale for comfort. He takes the tea without complaint though, and he doesn’t object to Yoongi settling on the floor next to him.

“Chamomile tea?” 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇 asks, bringing the steaming cup up to his nose.

“I read online that ginger tea is better for nausea, but we don’t have any. Hopefully this still helps, though.”

“Smells nice.” Yoongi tries not to hyper-focus on the way 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇’s voice sounds small and strained. It’s such a strange contrast from Jimin’s usual louder demeanor that Yoongi is somewhat taken aback by the change. “Thank you, hyung.”