Doppelgänger✔️

Luck

Taehyung woke up the next morning feeling tired.

His muscles and joints ached and his head throbbed. A sour flavor tainted his tongue and he found his body propelling itself towards the bathroom.

He rushes in, not caring about the steamy shower enveloping Jimin behind the curtain, and settles himself over the porcelain bowl.

"What the hell..?" Jimin exclaims after hearing Taehyung retching over the toilet.
After emptying his stomach, he flimsily reaches up to flush.

"Damn dude. Did you drink more last night?" Jimin reaches for his towel and wraps it around his waist before stepping out of the shower.

Taehyung shakes his head, grimacing at the pain from his migraine.

"No. I barely even drank. I had like 3 beers. And you know that's nothing for me..." Taehyung sighs. 
A rancid burp escapes his mouth, making him gag at the taste before bracing himself over the toilet in preparation.

"Well, what's wrong with you?" Jimin frowns.

"I don't know. Maybe a stomach bug or something..." Taehyung responds, his voice echoing in the toilet bowl.

"Dude...you never get sick," Jimin responds, his tone marked with concern.

It was true though.

Taehyung feels too weak to speak, so he only shrugs in response.

Another loud burp escapes him, making him gag dramatically.

Jimin curls his nose up and steps back.

"Well. We're definitely not going skydiving today." He covers his nose.

"What? No...I'm good." Taehyung lifts his head, the strain of it written all over his pale clammy face.

"Yea, no. I'm gonna call your sister." Jimin moves to leave the bathroom. Taehyung lunges after him, capturing his wrist in his grip. Jimin yelps at the sudden pressure.

"No! Don't call her, please. She'll freak out and make a huge deal out of nothing. I'm fine. Probably just some stomach flu."

Jimin gazes down at his best friend with worried eyes, unsettled to see him this way.

"Ok..well I'm calling somebody. I don't think I can take care of you alone. It's not really my thing.." Jimin tugs at his wrist but can't seem to break free from Taehyungs grip.

"Mae....call Mae," Taehyung says without thinking. Jimin's eyes widen in surprise.

"You sure you want her to see you like this?"

"She's seen worse I'm sure. Plus it'll give me a reason to see her.." Taehyung smiles weakly.

"Well, I wouldn't suggest making any moves on her while you're like this. It's pretty gross."

"Just call Mae.." Taehyung rolls his eyes as he struggled to his feet.

The steam in the mirror blocked Taehyungs view of himself so he leaned over the sink to wipe the condensation away.

When his reflection is visible, Taehyung finds himself trapped in his own gaze, staring blankly at himself in the glass.

"I told you. You look like shit..." Jimin grunts in amusement as he watched Taehyungs expression deaden as he continued to stare at himself.

Jimin's smirk disappears when he notices the tiny red blood vessels in the whites of Taehyungs eyes beginning to shift and swell. His dark brown irises begin to thin as they were overtaken by his widening pupils, almost as if they were swallowing the pigment as they dilated.