BTS - The Eighth Member

Sick

Jungkook had been throwing up his insides all night. And living in the room just opposite his, it was me that heard him, and me that sat up with him. It was the least I could do for all the nights I'd woken him with my nightmares.

It was pushing eight in the morning, I'd been with him in his room since 2:00am and kept an eye on him whilst he slept fitfully.

"Hana." He mumbled, sitting up slowly, "You can go back to your room now, I'm okay." As he spoke, he lunged for the trash can that I'd placed beside his bed, throwing up again.

"Sure you are." I patted his bare back lightly, "Honestly, I'm not even tired."

"I'm sorry." He lay back on his propped up pillows, shutting his eyes tightly.

"Don't be sorry." I chuckled, pressing a damp towel against his sweating forehead. He looked deathly pale, whatever he had caught he'd caught it bad.

Within a couple of minutes he'd fallen back asleep, breathing rapidly. My reasoning said he probably just had a bad flu but my worry couldn't help asking if it was something worse. I sat back on his bed, just watching him sleeping.

Being ill was the worst, you were always either too tired or too cold and definitely exhausted 24/7. I felt sorry for poor Jungkook, we'd have to cancel practice today. He was our main vocalist and centre, we wouldn't be able to do much without him.

A small knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts and I looked up to see Hobi, his head cocked to one side, "Kid? What are you doing in here?"

"He's sick." I gestured to Jungkook, who moved with a groan in his sleep.

"Since when?"

"Since, uh.... two this morning?" I counted on my fingers, "Yeah, probably from about then."

"You've been with him all night?" J-Hope raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. I heard him being sick last night, so I sat up with him, to make sure he'd be okay." I answered.

"Why didn't you get someone up?"

"He just needs to sweat it out. Getting everyone up would have just disturbed everyone's sleep for no reason." I shrugged, "He just wakes up either to be sick, or to apologise to me for waking me up. Then he passes out again."

"You go sleep." Hobi pointed a stern finger at me, "I'll watch over him until someone else gets up. You shouldn't have sat up all night, you'll be exhausted now."

"Oppa, I'm fine." I argued.

"Sleep. Now." He pulled me off the bed and took my spot. I smiled lightly before relenting and turning back to my room. I had told both Jungkook and Hoseok that I wasn't feeling tired, but that was a lie. I had struggled to keep my eyes open, only doing it because I didn't want Jungkook to be afraid and alone when he woke up.

Thankful for my bed, I flopped onto it dramatically and within minutes had fallen into a deep sleep.

Taehyung's POV
We'd been taking turns to keep an eye on Jungkook over the course of the day. Hobi had told us that Hana hadn't wanted to disturb any of us last night, so we'd left her to her room for the majority of the day.

But now, with dinner approaching I couldn't help but wonder if she would be hungry, not having eaten all day. I tapped lightly on her bedroom door after swapping shifts with Jin. No answer.

"Hana?" I pried it open slowly to see her curled up on her bed, sweating profusely and shivering in her sleep. I loved the girl, but she looked awful.

"Hyung!" I called over the hallway, beckoning Jin to come look, "She doesn't look... the greatest."

Jin dashed forward, placing his hand over her head, "Temperature." He sighed, "I bet she caught this bug off Jungkook. We've got two sick kids now." He stood up, "You'll have to stay with her Tae, I'll keep an eye on Jungkook. I doubt any of us will be getting much sleep tonight."

I nodded quickly, sitting on the edge of her bed. Thinking quickly I ran for the kitchen and wet a towel.

"What are you doing?" Namjoon looked up from his book.

"It's Hana. She's sick now too." I answered quickly, not even looking his way before running back to her room.

I placed the cold cloth against her head, trying to bring down her burning fever. I don't know if it was my touch or the freezing cloth that caused her to stir, but her eyes shot open.

Hana's POV
I bolted upright, leaning over my bed and throwing up my guts into the trash can next to me.

I felt someone grapple at my hair and I turned to see Tae, wide eyed, a cloth in hand.

"Hi." I was panting, exhausted from being sick and my stomach was still churning.

"How are you feeling?" Tae's eyes softened.

"Awful." I admitted, my head was burning up but my body was shivering, Tae noticed and wrapped a blanket around me.

I lay back on my bed, closing my eyes, trying to focus on not being sick everywhere. I couldn't help but feel even worse for Jungkook, knowing he'd been like this all night.

A gentle hand on my head stopped me from fully succumbing to sleep. I cracked an eye open to see Tae leaning over me, dabbing at my sweat.

"Sorry." He apologised quickly, withdrawing.

"Thank you." I mumbled, my stomach going again as I reached for the bucket. Tae was rubbing small circles on my back, just a reminder that he was there, similarly to how I had been with Jungkook the previous night.

I couldn't help but let a tear fall, my body didn't know how else to react.

"Hey, hey." Taehyung pulled me round, "Relax, you're alright, you're okay." I fell into his shoulder, sniffling softly, he wrapped his arms around me.

"Try sleep, okay? I'll stay." He informed.

"I'm sorry." I repeated Jungkook's words from earlier.

"Hey, don't be sorry." He smiled, "It'll be your turn to look after me when I get sick."

"Yeah. Yeah." I mumbled softly, falling back onto my pillow.

I was in and out of consciousness all night, only waking up to be sick, usually with a new member next to me, but I couldn't really tell. I was exhausted and completely over the whole thing.

But thank the Lord, by the time morning came I was starting to come round.

"Morning." Jungkook poked his head in my bedroom door, voice still raspy and half asleep.

"Hi." I sighed, sitting up and blinking rapidly. This was the first time I'd sat up all night without having the constant need to throw up.

"How are you?" He asked, stepping in and closing the door lightly.

"Better, actually. A lot better." I admitted, "And I can see you're the same."

"Look, Hana, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-

"It's alright, JK." I interrupted knowing where he was going with that, "You didn't purposely go out and get sick."

"I know. I know." He rubbed the back of his neck, "I just can't help but feel bad. I never wanted you to get ill, and I feel even worse that I couldn't be there to help you."

"Relax." I smiled, "I'm okay now. The rest of the guys sure know how to treat a lady when she's ill." I joked, earning a light smile.

"Jungkook! Hana!" Yoongi's voice rang through the corridor, "I think we're going to need some help here." I could hear them all retching in their respective rooms. They were all sick, all of them. We had six sick people on our hands.

"Oh Jesus." I looked at Jungkook.

"Oh Jesus is an understatement."