-EVERYTHING- J.G. + J.W x Fem! Reader

Fever (j.g)

I bobbed my foot up and down, my elbow resting on my desk as I edited my video. I have never bothered hiring a personal editor, although it would be nice.

I made a few final adjustments, clicking my tongue as I finished. I threw my arms in the air, whispering a "yes!"

My back ached and my eyes were burning from the screen, making me squeeze them shut and rub them. I hummed, my vocal cords causing my throat to hurt.

I paused, opening my eyes and biting my lip. My hand drew up to my throat, rubbing it softly.

"Ow.." I mumbled, my voice cracking.

I put the hand up to my forehead, feeling it. I felt hot, and was joined with a painful headache.

𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐢𝐭! 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰!

I couldn't come down with something, not at this time. I have too much important shit packed into my schedule.

Videos.. meet and greets.. podcasts.. interviews..

𝐈𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒!

I slammed my hands onto the table, throwing my head back and groaning. I felt like shit, especially since I have been editing for ages now.

I took a moment to myself, until looking back to my computer screen. I rolled my chair back under my desk, clicking through tabs and buttons.

I sighed as I published my video to YouTube, clicking my tongue again, focused. When it was uploaded, I waited a few seconds, coughing as I refreshed my page.

The views started flooding in, gaining a lot for it just being published a few seconds ago. I powered off my pc, kicking away from my desk.

My chair rolled out, me standing up and rubbing my aching forehead. I ignored my half lidded eyes, trying to work through the discomfort.

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤.. 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨..

I walked to my door, opening it and stepping out as I coughed again. My throat burned as I coughed, making me sharply inhale from pain.

My legs carried me towards the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting out an energy drink.

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰.

I shut the fridge, my head pounding by the second. I cracked open the can, bringing it to my lips and chugging it.

I felt the carbonation burn my already raw throat, making me slam the can onto the counter aggressively. I covered my mouth with my palm, hunching slightly and trying to keep myself from spitting it up.

I ran to the sink, bending over it and spitting it all out. I coughed violently, my throat getting worse with each one.

My hand wrapped around my throat as my cough died off, staring down into the garbage disposal as the liquid fell down it. I backed away from the sink, my eyes watery.

I wiped my eyes, leaning my elbows on the kitchen counter and putting my head down onto the cold marble. I sighed, my body aching.

I couldn't talk without my throat feeling like it was on fire. My head felt like someone squeezed it a million times.