Bts sickfics, hurt & comfort

Fall (Yoongi)

Cw: anxiety medication, Yoongi's accident is mentioned

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Yoongi's POV.

Sometimes Yoongi has bad days. Most often than not, they are because of the media or the company asking for just a little too much. Sometimes it's his own OCD acting up and ruining his mood during the best party. This time, it's just his own brain refusing to come up with anything. He's been there before, the whole "maybe I'll work better at my studio" thing became his routine. He should have known that this could only mean staring at a blank page for hours. Yet, he didn't follow his own advice nor his own promise, and he now thinks that this might be his karma getting back at him after all.

"-shit-"

The jeans he was wearing were way too tight to lift over his knees, but the burn was hard to miss. He's probably bleeding under all his clothes. It all started with a very long afternoon at his studio that turned into a very long night at his studio that turned into, well, this morning -still at his studio. And now, Yoongi is tired. He had lost count of the many instant coffees he ingested in the past few hours, and his feet were numb. So he decided to get up, and a big stretch later, he looked at the time. It was morning indeed. He had, once again, pulled an all-nighter at his studio. The many missed texts were already a hint of what was waiting for him at the dorm. The boys weren't happy.

But Yoongi's problem wasn't just that he had stayed at the company overnight, no. He was now limping and squinting at the bright white sky. In his hurry to head home as fast as possible to avoid any more trouble, the sleep-deprived rapper had decided to walk up to the elevators and his hands were pretty full. Realising that he lacked the patience to wait, he let his very tired feet lead him to the staircase, effectively going a few floors down at the speed that only an over-caffeinated Yoongi could achieve. He had only landed at the bottom of them faster. Step after step, he took one hit after another as he tumbled his way to the ground floor.

"Fuck-"

Adrenaline had got him back to his feet in no time, running out the door and picking up all his notebooks from the platform. His knees were burning and his wrist felt wrong, but this wasn't his first fall and Yoongi knew that he needed to get home as fast as possible. But the sun was blinding and his head was killing him so the rapper had to settle for a taxi ride. The man greeted him and he barely gave him a small smile and his address: his eyes drifting closed almost immediately. Slipping into a deep slumber, he could ignore the constant throbbing and the feeling of harsh jeans against his skin. He didn't have the chance to dream though, as the taxi driver woke him up to let him know they had arrived. So Yoongi once again picked up his stuff, and he reluctantly made his way to the door.

"Yoongi-ah, where were you?"

Seokjin's voice greets him right away, like his only hyung had been standing in front of the door the whole night waiting for him. Yoongi knew that the truth wasn't too far off... Still, he swallowed down a cough as he choked in surprised at the sound of his voice. Then he noticed the rest of the boys slowly approaching, all but Hoseok who was nowhere to be found.

"Yoongi-hyung?"

"Hyung... you look like shit."

The rapper laughed at their maknae's bluntness, but he couldn't hide his wince fast enough to go unnoticed by his dongsaengs. He gave them an awkward smile as Seokjin took his notebooks from his hands. He was cornered.

"Jungkook's right. You do look like shit. What happened?"

"I- uh..." Yoongi's glance went to the floor at the sudden attention. "I stayed up all night again to work and, uh..."