Hello! This is a collection of bts sick fics I am writing. Some will be one shots and others will have more than one part. I hope you enjoy :)
Note: this is NOT xreader or an imagine series.
Highest ranking : Number 2 in sickfic 😁 and number 1 in s...
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"Hey, Jimin. Do you know where my inhaler is?" Yoongi asked, searching beneath the sofa cushions in the living room.
"Didn't we have, like four, lying around here because of this?" Jimin said, barely glancing up from his phone.
"I only have one left. The others ran out of pumps." He explained, ducking to the floor and looking underneath all the furniture. Jimin sighed, running his hand through his hair.
Yoongi, although a rapper, had some pretty nasty asthma. Not a day went by without him using his inhaler, especially during dance practices. His asthma was usually triggerd by smoke, pollen and exercise, but rarely got to the point of hospitalization. He was often coughing at random times and clearing his throat, too.
Earlier that week the boys began dance practice after a two week break and it was intense. Their dance instructor had given them two new dances to practice from 9 am to 3 pm with an hour long meeting at the end to communicate effectively with each other about the day.
"I'm almost 100% sure there's one at the dance studio. If it's not and you have trouble, than you can sit out." Jimin said.
Yoongi sighed, giving up on looking. Jimin was right. They needed to head soon anyway and he wasn't dressed or showered. Half an hour later, all seven men were headed to bighit for practice. Hoseok was the most excited, along with Jimin, but the younger was a bit sleepy. They planned to run through a few different dances and then do a workout with some stretching. Afterwards, Taehyung has requested going out for lunch.
Once the group arrived and got settled, Yoongi started searching for his inhaler again. In the back of the studio to the side, he dug through a couple drawers until he found it.
"Yes!" He cheered.
Yoongi's smiled faded when he checked how many pumps it had left. 4, only 4. That would probably only get him through dance, by the time he would have to work out, it would be empty. Yoongi sighed and grabbed the peak flow meter that was also in the drawer.
"Jin hyung, I've only got a few pumps left in my inhaler. I'm leaving it and the pfm on the counter." Yoongi said with complete monotone. Jin looked up from tying his laces. He could hear the anxiety in his tone.
"You'll be alright. If you notice any changes, just rest and join in again if you can." Jin said, pulling Yoongi into a hug.
"I don't want a hug." Yoongi mumbled, wiggling away from Jin like a worm.
The elder let him go and watched him walk away to the other side of the room to stretch. Jin would have to remind himself to check on Yoongi, because of the stubborn habits the rapper had developed. Yoongi didn't like to depend on others, but with a respiratory disease, it was necessary. Jin frequently recounted the time he was in the shower and Yoongi had a particularly bad episode.
They were the only two in the house at the time and Yoongi was chilling in his room when his chest tightened and he couldn't breathe. It was unusual and fast, the fear and adrenaline added to the lack of air. Jin found him practically unconscious after he left the bathroom and had to call an ambulance. That was the worst one of Yoongi's life. They were both terrified of it happening again.
