Lots of Jungkook hurt/sick one shots. There will be many many triggers and I will put every trigger at the beginning of the chapters .
If you have requests , just text me and I'll write them as chapter .
My English isn't the best but I'll try to m...
This is a short part 2 of the AO3 story "fever chills" by Cleoiguess .
This story does not contain any trigger warnings
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Taehyung's heart pounded in his chest, each beat loud enough to echo in his ears. He tried to stay calm, tried to convince himself that everything would be fine, but there was no denying the fear that settled deep in his stomach as he held Jungkook close. It had all escalated so fast—too fast for Taehyung to keep up. One moment, Jungkook was putting on a weak but brave face, the next, he was almost lifeless, barely responsive and his fever climbing to alarming heights.
The nurse appears, emerging from the sea of strangers packed into the lobby. Her crisp white uniform stands out against the faded walls, and her voice cuts through the chatter of the ER—a clear, purposeful tone that commands attention.
"Jeon Jungkook?"
Taehyung's heart clenches painfully. For a moment, time seems to freeze, as if he can't quite register what he's hearing. Then it hits him all at once—relief, fear, urgency—tangled and chaotic, but enough to make him move. He scrambles to his feet, struggling to get his bearings, nearly tripping over his own shoes in his haste.
"That's us!" he calls out, his voice cracking in a way that betrays the panic he's been trying so hard to keep in check. His eyes flicker back down to Jungkook, who is still draped across his lap, the boy's head tilted at an odd angle, his skin almost translucent in the harsh lighting of the hospital.
Jungkook doesn't respond, not even a twitch. His breathing is shallow, his chest barely moving under the heavy layers Taehyung had wrapped around him. The nurse is waiting, her expression softening when she meets Taehyung's frantic gaze, and she gestures for them to follow her.
Taehyung swallows the lump in his throat, his voice trembling as he tries to coax Jungkook awake. "Kookie, hey. We have to get up now, alright? Can you hear me?" He cups Jungkook's face, and the heat that radiates from the younger's skin makes his heart skip a beat, the fear settling deeper in his chest.
"Please, Kookie. Just a little longer," Taehyung whispers, brushing his thumb over Jungkook's flushed cheek. The boy's eyelids flutter, his lashes damp, and for a moment, Taehyung thinks he might wake up, might say something to make all of this less terrifying. But his eyes don't open fully—just a small sliver of glassy brown, unfocused and distant.
Taehyung swears under his breath, a shaky, desperate sound, and then shifts his weight, doing his best to pull Jungkook upright. The younger sags against him immediately, his head lolling to one side, his legs buckling beneath him.
He's heavy, too heavy, his body limp and unresponsive, and Taehyung can feel the tremors running through Jungkook's frame, the way his fingers twitch uselessly as Taehyung tries to wrap an arm around his waist.
