Picture Perfect | k.th

Chapter 17

I grunted quietly as Taehyung pressed more of his weight into me, almost encapsulating me with himself.

The reunion I had oh so desperately dreamed of had been cut quite short mid-kiss. Though I could tell how much he missed me, and how hard he worked to get back, the toll it had taken on him was evident. He was breathless, burning up from a fever, and he looked horrendously exhausted.

From the way he leaned his head on me with lidded eyes, I knew he needed to get back to his room and rest. So I took on the challenge of carrying the ill lead-weighted man-painting back to his room. I underestimated just how tired he was though, because I was essentially dragging him the whole way there, all while trying not to get caught by the RA or other people in his dorm.

With great purposeful strides, I managed to trudge him into his room, hoping to deposit him on the couch.

But instead I let out a shriek at the sight, "Oh my—"

Wrapped up in blankets across the floor and couch were six sick looking men, all groaning and squirming in discomfort with red faces.

"Oh. My. God," I breathed out, heart clenching at the sight. Hyungseo is so dead the next time I see him.

I laid Taehyung down beside Jimin, quickly grabbing a blanket to cover him with.

"Sohee...I'm fine," he groaned out.

"Shut your immensely kissable face up please. I want an explanation for this once you guys are feeling better," I huffed, turning on my heel to rummage his dorm for supplies.

I grabbed a bowl of cold water and seven towels to help with the fever, some pain killers for the head and body aches, heat packs for soreness, and some orange juice for sugar, electrolytes, and vitamin C.

My heart was thumping with overwhelming anxiety. What could've possibly happened to them for this to be the outcome? What had they endured? I could've saved them, helped them escape, and I shied away like a coward. This...was my fault.

I balled my hands into fists, fingernails digging into my skin to calm my nerves.

Self-blame later, care for them now.

I took all the supplies over to the strewn-across men, starting with Jimin and working my way around.

He was completely asleep, peacefully resting with occasional shivers or moves of discomfort.

I took the towel and dipped it in the water before wringing it out and gently dabbing it against his head. Much like Taehyung, he was burning up from an unexplainable fever. His cheeks were a rosy shade of red due to being flushed from the ailment. He flinched slightly when I placed it on him, but he didn't stir from his sleep.

Moving over to Yoongi, he was also passed out with similar symptoms. Though I could tell by how he flinched every few second that his body was sore from whatever they had endured. I took one of the heat packs and pressed it against where he seemed to flinch most. The juxtaposition of the cold towel to his head versus the warm pad must've soothed him because he almost instantly settled and continued to rest.

The other members were all awake but moving about in great discomfort. Hoseok had his hand over his side and was writhing in response to some sort of pain there.

"Hoseok take this medicine. It'll help with the pain," I hummed, pouring him a cup of juice with the painkiller.

"Sohee?" He croaked out.

I smiled, "Hey~ come take this. I'll take care of you don't worry. You'll be happy Hoseok again in no time."

I supported him as he slowly sat up, holding him sturdy as he shakily drank the medicine with the juice. He tried to sit up further but his strength gave out on him, so I helped him lay back down, letting him relax with a slightly less uncomfortable grunt.