bts sickfics [completed]

Yoongi | Food Poisoning Pt.2

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Taehyung heard the soft snores of Yoongi from beneath him, which brought him gently back to reality.

He sat up slowly, blinking the sleep out of his eyes, and leaning over to grab his phone from the coffee table. He winced at the bright light of the screen, but could make out the figures of 3 and 7.

03:17am.

He sighed. It had only been 3 hours since the two drifted off after the eventful evening. Taehyung glanced at Yoongi when he heard him let out a small groan and shift around.

He didn't look any better than before, the paleness of his skin as prominent as ever. Nevertheless, he slept somewhat peacefully, probably enjoying the bliss of sleep.

Or maybe he wasn't.

Taehyung watched his hyung as he flinched and shook his head lightly in his unconscious state. He might be having a fever dream, he thought.

He was proven right when Yoongi whined softly, curling up further, but not waking up. Taehyung felt his forehead and instantly took his hand away, shocked at the excessive heat.

He shook Yoongi's shoulder, whispering his name. It took a few tries, but eventually Yoongi shot up with a gasp.

"Yoongi? Are you okay?" Yoongi responded with a half-sob, half-gag, bringing his hand up to his mouth.

Taehyung literally had two seconds to do something, in which he sat in shock at the sudden awakening of his hyung. Therefore he had no time to move Yoongi to a more suitable vomiting environment.

Yoongi, in his half-asleep state of mind, didn't have any motive to aim for the polished floor, and began choking up vomit onto the couch. That was when Taehyung took note of another issue.

It was bright pink. The vomit, not the couch. Tae sighed, remembering that the only thing in Yoongi's system before he slept was a shot of the brightly coloured pepto bismol.

But his thoughts were quickly brought back to Yoongi, who coughed and spluttered, tears running down his red cheeks.

"Hyung, do you think you're done?"

Yoongi whined, then sniffled and began to slur,
"Ngh, noooo, don'.. don' wanna be s-ssick, TaeTaeee!"

Taehyung was taken aback, but then he realised,
"Oh my God, you're really delirious, hyung," and then proceeded to watch Yoongi begin to cry.

"TaeTaeeee, pleeeeaasee!" Yoongi cried, actually making grabby hands towards Taehyung, to his surprise. Taehyung grabbed Yoongi by his shoulders, guiding him to the other end of the couch, but before he could let go, Yoongi whined again and clung onto him tightly, basking in his warmth.

After a minute or two, he spoke again,
"Taehyungie, m'dizzy," he slurred heavily, no longer crying, but still shivering. Yeah, definitely delirious, thought Taehyung. Yoongi's once child-like mood had switched to a relatively normal one in an instant.

Taehyung was lost. He had never had to look after a delirious person on his own. The last time one of the members had been delirious with fever, it was himself.

Having no idea what to do, and slightly panicking, he removed the cushions that were damaged, and placed them (vomit side up) in front of the washing machine.

When he got back to the living room, Yoongi was swaying dangerously, considering he was sitting down. Taehyung mentally scolded himself. How stupid am I for just leaving him on his own?!