princess peach

an f. scott fitzgerald type of love

🗣important note at the end🗣

⚠️language warning?⚠️

❗fluff warning❗

*Taehyung's POV*

" . . . Tae . . . Taehyung!"

The sound of my name made my eyes shoot open. I could feel a hand gently shaking my shoulder, but only a raspy grunt escaped my throat.

The sudden flow of consciousness was an overwhelming sensation that caused my hands to reach for my head. 

Suddenly, I was made aware of my thundering heartbeat and its echo through my eardrums. There was an immense pressure on my forehead, but all I wanted to know was what time it was and why I felt like a corpse. 

And- oh god- why is it so hot and cold at the same time??

My palms felt the heat of my forehead but the rest of my body was paralyzed with chills. It was as if someone had set fire to an iceberg. 

"Uh . . . what's wrong . . . ?" My voice sounded nasally and deeper than usual.

I tried to get a hold of myself. I finally opened my eyes and grabbed a hold of the hand that rested on my shoulder. It was Hoseok.

"We have to leave in 10 minutes for practice, why are you still in bed?" Hoseok's tone was quiet and gentle.

I was glad he was the one to come wake me up and not Jimin. That man is a menace to society and to the concept of a gentle greeting. 

"Um, I'm not feeling so well . . . " I rolled over and away from him, I could feel a cough coming on.

"Are you sick?" Hoseok asked, sounding rather concerned and disgusted at the same time.

"I think so . . . " I frowned.

He reached over and laid a cool hand on me, but I quickly shrugged him away.

"Hey, don't get too close, you'll be next."

"I'll tell the rest of the boys and I'll call our manager, don't worry, stay here and rest," Hoseok said reassuringly.

All I could do was nod back, agreeing to stay behind. 

I will admit that I was frustrated with the idea of missing practice at first, and with being sick. It would make the rest of our schedule much more difficult and would cause me to self-isolate among the boys. 

For a brief moment, I wondered how I had gotten sick, but it didn't last long. 

It wasn't long until I remembered yesterday, the rain, and her embrace. 

The frustration had melted away. Everything seemed worth it.

I fell back into my bed and laid there for a moment.

Jungkook came in and tossed a tissue box on my bed, followed by a last-minute check-up from Namjoon before they all left.

Jin yelled from the living room that he would cook me something for me when they got back.

I loudly coughed out a response.

I stayed like this until the silence became unbearable. The clock on my dresser seemed unwavering as I waited to get a call from a manager. Hopefully, I would only get a light scolding and a couple of days of rest before starting up activities again. 

What I was really waiting for was management asking me how or why I'd gotten sick. I prepared a flimsy lie. 

Though, for the time being, all I could do was try to sleep off whatever I had before the guys got back.