BTS ONESHOTS - b X b

Sick (Taegi)

Taehyung groans, not wanting to wake up. Jimin continues shaking him, softly whispering 'wake up' and 'Come on Tae'.

Jimin sighs, watching as Taehyung ignored him and pull the blankets over his body. "I'll get Yoongi," Taehyung smiles under the blanket, pretending to stay asleep. Jimin grumbles, trudging out of the room; his feet quietly patting the wooden floor sounding like a duck. (A/n: Quack quack— I'll go now)

Slightly louder footsteps walked in, walking to the side of the bed. Taehyung stays silent, even though he had a sudden urge to cough. Yoongi chuckles at the small lump in the bed, taking the edge of the blanket and yanking it up only to see an adorable Taehyung smiling his iconic square smile. He smiles back, hopping onto the younger's body, laying chest to chest. He grins up to his boyfriend, frowning when he sees how awful he looks.

He sits up, pulling Taehyung's head onto his lap. He gently presses the back of his hand to the younger's sweaty forehead. "Tae baby, are you feeling alright?" Taehyung pushes away the itching in his throat, nodding cutely. "Are you sure hun? Our manager says we have a two-week break so it's okay if you are?" Taehyung nods his head, immediately regretting it once his head started to pound.

Yoongi holds his hand, pulling him up on his feet. Taehyung loses balance, the sudden movement making his bones ache. Yoongi warily watches his boyfriend stumble over his own feet, tightening his grip on Taehyung's hand.

The other members look at them, their eyes are drawn to how pale Taehyung looked. Seokjin's inner instincts kicked in, standing up and examining the younger. "Taehyung," Taehyung smiles at Seokjin's motherly tone but looks down when he meets the elder's gaze. "Jungkook, go and get your big fluffy blanket. Hoseok, Namjoon, you get Tylenol and a warm washcloth. Jimin, you help me make the soup. Yoongi, you stay here with your boyfriend." Everyone nods, getting the supplies they need to make their friend comfortable.

Yoongi kisses Taehyung's head, leading him to the couch to lay. Taehyung flops on the soft furniture piece, looking up to his Hyung. Yoongi leans down, gently kissing all around Taehyung's perfect face. Taehyung closes his eyes, his breath slowly steadying into only a few puffs of air.

A few minutes later, the others were sitting close by, if not right next to the two. Yoongi hesitates, not wanting to wake up such a precious soul. Taehyung was adorably sleeping, his cheeks puffy and pale, sweat droplets trailing down his usually almond coloured skin. Yoongi sighs, looking to his only Hyung. "Hyung, do we have to? I mean, can't we just wait?" Seokjin rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless. "I know you're concerned, Yoongi-ah, but you're going to be more concerned if we don't help his illness now. The longer we wait, the longer he will be feeling this way. And I understand, Tae is very cute like this," he says, gently pulling at Taehyung's cheeks. "But he'll be even cuter when he's all better."

Yoongi softly smiles, gently shaking Taehyung. "Tae baby, come on, you gotta get up," Yoongi uses the softest voice he can muster, so soft he thought Taehyung didn't hear it, but the younger's eyes slowly fluttering open proved that thought to be wrong.

"Yoongi?" He groggily asks, his voice hoarse. "Yes, baby, it's me. Now come on, up up up, you have to let us take care of you." Taehyung weakly sits up, with the help of Yoongi and Seokjin of course.

Namjoon lightly poked Seokjin, the elder looking at him expectantly. "Um, Hyung?" Seokjin nods, "Hoseok and I couldn't find Tylenol, but before you get upset," Seokjin cuts Namjoon off. "Namjoon, I would never be mad at you. Especially if you two tried, now, just give me whatever you two found." Namjoon hands over a purplish bottle, which was still fairly full.

Seokjin gladly takes the medicine, reading the contents. "One of you, go get me a spoon, please." Jungkook stands up, hurriedly walking to the kitchen and sliding the drawer open full of silverware. He then grabs a spoon, rushing back to the living room, handing Seokjin the silver spoon.

Seokjin smiles thankfully, pouring the thick, disgusting looking liquid—if you could even call it that, it looked like an iridescent magenta tinted tar blob—onto the spoon, moving it slowly to Taehyung a mouth. Taehyung opens his mouth, his eyes widening at the flavour the disgusting medicine placed on his tongue. He gags, shaking his head, unwilling to swallow such a thing.

Yoongi sighs, and hesitates before plugging Taehyung's nose, forcing him to swallow in order to breathe. Taehyung was very stubborn, holding his breath until his face turns purple, almost matching the colour of the nasty medicine. He finally swallows, the worried looks on each of his members' faces was enough, but he was beginning to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen for so long. He smacks his lips in distaste, gladly taking the glass of water that Jimin offered him. He guzzles it down, leaning on Yoongi. Seokjin hands him the bowl of soup, Yoongi feeding it to him.

Sleepiness takes over his body after he was done eating, the nice warm feeling of the soup sliding down his throat easing his symptoms a bit.

Yoongi was happy to hold Taehyung, placing a blanket over both of them. Taehyung lays on his chest, nuzzling his face in the crook of his neck, his warm and sometimes staggered breath fanning against Yoongi's shoulder, making the hair on his body to stick up and give him goosebumps. Yoongi just wrapped his arms around the younger, starting to doze off as well.

*•*•*•*

Yoongi wakes up in the lack of warmth, groggily sitting up. The dorm was dark, surprising him. He grabs his phone off the coffee table next to the couch he was laying on, checking the time. It was just about 10:15 pm. Yoongi widened his eyes, shaking his head. He stands up, beginning to look for his missing boyfriend. He quietly calls out, making sure not to wake up any of the other members, he knows how horrible it feels to be ripped from your dreams.

He hears heaving, immediately rushing to the bathroom, knocking on the door, "Taehyung? Baby, are you in here?" Yoongi hears sniffles, and the flush of the toilet, Taehyung opening the door with vomit on his mouth. "Oh, Taehyungie, you should have told me," Yoongi says, grabbing a towel and wiping off the gross substance on Taehyung's lips, handing the younger his toothbrush. "I d-didn't want to because I kn-know how much you love to sleep," Yoongi softly smiles, wiping Taehyung's tears away as the younger brushes his teeth. "But I also love you, and I love you being healthy and not dry heaving into the toilet." Taehyung smiles, spitting out the minty sudsy liquid, rinsing the brush off before taking a small paper cup and turning on the warm water and began to gurgle on it, spitting it out afterwards. Yoongi hugs him after he's done, gently kissing Taehyung on his forehead. "Better?"

Taehyung slightly nods. "My tummy still hurts a bit though," Yoongi nods against his neck. "Understandable, now, let's go to bed, okay? I don't want you staying up this late when you should be sleeping and getting better."

They quietly rush to their bedroom, Taehyung slipping his shirt off so he was just in his shorts. "'S too hot," he says, crawling in bed next to an also shirtless Yoongi, resting his head on his boyfriend's chest, Yoongi wrapping one of his arms around his waist while the other cards through his hair.

"Goodnight, Tae Baby,"

Taehyung snuggles closer to Yoongi, answering.

"Goodnight, Hyung. I love you,"

I know this isn't that good or long, but I'm currently working on another one-shot and it has about 11000 words. Please be patient with me and I'll try to finish it as soon as I can :) I love you guys ♡