The bad, the worse and the savage: a BTS fanfic

Day 9: The Perfect Escape

It was already 2 in the morning. Suga woke up all of a sudden and sat up. He felt dizzy, his head was burning, his stomach was aching so much that it seemed like it was against his existence, making him nauseous and his vision was all blurry. Yoongi started to have convulsions and so he stood up. His head was aching even worse now and, to make everything even better, everything around him was spinning. Trying to get to the bathroom, the rapper stepped on Sister's paw and fell forward, missing her for inches. The dog whined and barked since she got scared by him while he kept trying to reach the bathroom. The convulsions grew stronger every second that he wasted in that living room. Finally, he could reach to a wall and, leaning on it, got to his destination. In the meantime, Sister went limping into Yumi's room and started pulling her bed sheets in an attempt to wake up her owner.

"What do you want? Let me sleep." She mumbled burying her face in her pillow again.

Since she didn't get what she wanted, the dog started jumping on top of the woman and barking while pushing her out of her bed.

"What!? Can't you understand that I'm trying to sleep? What's going on with you?"

Sister barked to her and went out the room. Yumi, finally understanding that something was wrong, put a jacket on top of her purple and black pyjamas and fast walked outside going instinctively into the bathroom. In there, Yoongi was knelt down in front of the toilet while throwing up.

"What happened? Are you sick?" She asked getting next to him and pasting her hand on his forehead while he wasn't vomiting. "Oh my God! You're burning. Have you ate something bad yesterday?"

Again he leaned forward throwing up and, after catching his breath, replied. "No, only the pill you gave me." And with that said, he vomited again. 

"Wa-Wait here just a second. I have to make a phone call. Sister, keep an eye on him. Don't let him faint." Yumi ordered, the dog sitting next to Yoongi looking to him.

She entered her room and, after finding her phone in the middle of her blankets, dialled a number.

"Hello?" A mysterious voice was heard on the other side of the line. 

"H-Hi. It's me again. Look, I have a little problem. My friend here was feeling bad and I gave him one of the pills you gave me and now he's even worse." The woman replied trying to hide her fright but not camouflaging her nervousness.

"What are the symptoms?"

"He's throwing up, high fever, he's even paler than normal. What do I do? He can't die."

"Well, by that description, it seems like he was poisoned... maybe by you..."

"M-Me? Are you nuts? I couldn't do that. I love him too much to hurt him."

"Like you loved all the others..."

"The others were just a one-time thing. After getting what I wanted, they proved to be just douchebags and so I had to dispose of all that trash. This one is for real..."

"Humm... You should take him to a hospital."

"I can't take him to a hospital. Are you crazy? People will recognize him and I will be arrested accused of kidnapping him. I can't suffer that."

"Then... I think I can go there today at, let's say, 9 o'clock. Is it good to you?"

"So late... Can't you come earlier?"

"Let me check... At 7:30. Are you available?"

"Okay, sounds good to me. Just please, hurry up and don't get late."