Taehyung Oneshots and Sickfics

Lights 1

Requested by YaoiGirl111

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The heat from the lights seemed to be fusing to his skin. Taehyung was vaguely aware of him doing something underneath it. There was lots of yelling.

He blinked. He was at a dress rehearsal. Things slowly started to come back to him. The dance - he was supposed to be dancing. He shuffled behind Jimin to his position. Sudden clicks started in his earpieces, shocking and overwhelming him. He was too tired to count. He looked at the others and tried to copy them. He ended up being a second late every time. He was missing beats.

The song came to an end. The choreographer stood up from her chair in the front row, shaking her head.

"I need you guys to try that again. It's not clean."

Not even Hoseok stepped forward to give her a response. They only stumbled back to their starting positions and tried again, again, and again.

"More facials!"

"Move quicker!"

"Count! Stay on beat!"

For Taehyung, everything went in one ear and out the other. He was trying to keep himself upright. His head was hurting. Every moment, he was swimming between consciousness and unconsciousness.

He tried to focus. Taehyung lifted his arm, following the others, trying to direct all his energy to it. He spent too long thinking about it and was late to the next move. He saw the choreographer glance at him. Taehyung vowed to do better.

But he couldn't. The heat spread up and down his back, making him collapse. For the first time, he was aware of how sweaty he was. His shirt was soaked. His head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Taehyung groaned.

"Taehyung, what's going on?"

He heard Jimin's frantic voice in his ears. Jimin shook his shoulders hard, trying to make him snap to his senses. But for once, it didn't work.

Taehyung passed out.

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Jimin held Taehyung tightly in his arms as he went limp. He felt like screaming. Taehyung's face was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, his mouth set in a frown.

"Is he okay?" Yoongi asked. He crouched down next to them.

Several of the staff members and even the choreographer was hurrying onto the stage.

"Did he not drink enough water or something?" someone asked.

"I don't know," Jimin said. "He was tired, but I didn't expect-"

He was interrupted by Taehyung. He spluttered in his sleep, his face pulling into an even tighter frown. He gasped. His hands twitched a little.

"What's going-"

Taehyung screamed.

Hoseok winced back, leaning onto Namjoon.

"What's going on?" Namjoon whimpered.

Taehyung was still half-on Jimin's lap, but his shoulder was angled towards the floor. His head hung off Jimin's leg. A small stream of blood was coming out of nose, exactly where he had hit it. Jimin stared in horror. He didn't know what to do.

Taehyung twitched in. The muscles in his arm tightened and untightened. He groaned and turned his head away from Jimin's leg.

"I think he's having a seizure," Jin said.

"No, wait, what?" Namjoon asked. The others glanced at Jin in shock.

"Yeah." Jin nodded.

"I'm going to get the medic, you guys stay with him," the choreographer said.