sick boy [yoonmin]

-six

The next day turned out to be bad.

Jimin had woken up with the urge to vomit, and so he did. Running to his bathroom, he fell on his knees and poured out whatever contents were on his stomach onto the toilet.

That went on for about five minutes. When he was done, he brushed his teeth to get the bad taste off his mouth. He looked at the mirror and he could see he was very pale, but also he was sweating. Yet he felt cold.

Walking out of his bathroom, his legs felt week. His body felt weak. He just wanted to fall on the floor and sleep. He sat down on his bed, holding onto his stomach.

A knock was heard on his door, and his mother soon appeared, a worried expression on her eyes. "I heard you vomiting, are you okay?"

"I think I have a fever," Jimin replied covering his body with his yellow blanket.

"I'll call the doctor to see if he can come in," she said and turned around. Before she left the room, however, Jimin spoke.

"No! Don't call him. I just need my meds and I'm sure I'll be fine. Maybe something for the fever too," the younger looked over at his mother. "Please, don't bother him. I'm not the only patient he sees."

"Okay, I'll get the medications and the thermometer. Do you want anything to eat or drink?"

"Just water."

"Okay."

After she had left, Jimin laid on his bed and curled up. He felt terrible. Nausea overtook his stomach, a splitting headache found itself on his temple, and his muscles trembled due to his state.

His ringtone rang, the sound echoing through his room, and he just stared at his device. Not even having the strength to stretch his arm and pick it up from the nightstand.

It stopped after a while, but not even a minute passed and it was ringing again. With a sigh, he stretched his arm and grabbed the phone. Answering the call, he put it on his ear and answered with a low voice, "hello?"

"Good Morning Jimin," Yoongi said happily on the other side. "Did I wake you up?"

"No, you didn't," the younger closed his eyes, the nausea coming back again and the need to vomit surfacing.

"Okay, good. Are you okay? You sound off."

"I'm f-" not being able to finish the word, he stood up quickly, leaving the phone on his bed, and went to the bathroom.

He puked again.

He felt so disgusting.

Walking back towards his bed, he grabbed the phone before sitting, holding his stomach as if it was going to fall.

"Jimin? Are you there?"

"S-sorry hyung. I'm not feeling well, that's all," he whispered, a soft sigh following after.

"What do you have?"

"I don't know. I just keep vomiting," he laid down in bed, and closed his eyes. "I'll be okay."

"Okay. Can we facetime later?"

"Yeah, that sounds fun."

"I'll call you later then?"

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Hyung, I'll be fine...you can hang up."

"Okay."

With that, he hung up the phone. And Jimin was left alone once more for the time being.

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"No, he's not getting any better. His fever is worse than last time. Okay. Okay. I'll try that. But please hurry, I don't know what else is going on with him."

Jimin heard his mother speak on the phone. He didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to say he was sick. He wanted to be fine. But yet here he was, stuck with his oxygen machine, a mixture of medicine on a cup next to his bed, a glass of water, and the sound of his humidifier.

His phone ran for the fifth time in that last hour, and before that it rang almost ten. He didn't want to pick it up. He didn't want the oldest to see him in the condition he was on. It wouldn't be fair. So he opt with ignoring him.

"I'm going to get some ice and a small towel, I'm going to try and bring you fever down okay? But please drink your medications honey," his mom told him.

"Okay," he replied with a dry voice.

After, his mom left the room in a hurry and left him alone in his room. Where his phone rang again, the light illuminating around it.

Stretching his hand, he grabbed the device and looked at the caller ID. It was obvious whom it was. With a small sigh, he decided to answer and placed his phone over his ear, not accepting the video part.

"Jimin? I've been worried sick! Are you okay? What's going on? You didn't answer any of my calls or texts," the oldest said, a hint of worry evident on his voice.

"S-sorry," Jimin replied. "I'm back to square one, I guess. I'm back to being sick. But it's okay, don't worry about me."

"What do you mean not worry about you? That's all I've been doing," he sighed. "Could I at least see you through the screen?"

Jimim stayed quiet debating whether or not it was a good idea. He didn't want the older to see him, looking all pale and glossy and just plain disgusting. But he wanted to see him. Was he being selfish?

"No, I'm sorry. I don't want you to."

"Please? It would make me calm down to at least see you."

"No."

"Okay."

Silence followed after, the two not sharing a word. However, it was somewhat comforting. Though there was silence, Jimin could still hear Yoongi's soft breathing, and the oldest could hear Jimin's loud clogged breathing, which hurt his heart even more.

It was weird to say it felt nice. But it did to both of them. Maybe because they both knew they were there for each other. Even if it was in a short amount of time, they had built their trust and their friendship. And maybe a little bit more than that, but they wouldn't admit that.

"Hey, hyung," Jimin spoke, not even realizing that he had almost fallen asleep. Until the door to his room opened and there stood the broad shoulder doctor.

"Mhm?" the oldest responded, with a groggy voice too.

"I have to go. The doctor is here," the sick boy said, feeling a pang in his chest as if it was the saddest thing to do right now. He wanted to stay in the call longer.

"It's alright. Can you call me later? At night, after you have rested?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Cool, I'll talk to you later. I hope you feel better soon."

"Yeah, me too. See ya."

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