bts sickfics [completed]

Taehyung | Stung

The band's return to Malta was supposed to go extremely well. No delayed flights. No cancelled events. And definitely no deadly scorpions.

"Is it just me, or is Malta better the second time around?" Jin wondered aloud from his deck chair, looking as if he was at peace with the world. All of them were lounging on deck chairs for hire, except for Taehyung, as there weren't enough available; he was sat on the sand.

"Yeah, Bon Voyage is fun and all, but I'd rather take a real break where I don't have to be so energetic all the time," added Hoseok, who was looking like a true God in his aviator shades and slim-fit white linen outfit. The others were sprawled out on their respective chairs, either tanning or pretending to tan but actually just napping (ahem, Yoongi).

"Guys, can we head back to the hotel soon? I don't wanna get sunburned," Jimin announced, shifting around in his silver coloured striped chair (he had called dibs on the nicest looking one).

"Yeah. Also I'm hungry, I'm sure we could all get something to eat," Namjoon remarked, sitting up and gathering his belongings. Tanning was useless for him anyway; having the darkest skin, there was usually no effect on him.

As they all gathered their things and left the beach, no-one saw the small offending creature cling to the back of the second youngest's bag.

Taehyung regrets insisting on staying alone in his hotel room while the others went out to eat. Frantic scribbles filled the page he was currently writing a song on. Well, attempting to write a song on. But his mind had gone blank, the sudden inspiration that caused him to skip out on dinner was subsiding.

He groaned, chucking his pen onto the desk as he leaned back. Throwing his head back and blinking repeatedly as if it was going to attract ideas, Taehyung was coming close to giving up. He tried singing a few lines of the start to try and get into the flow, he tried listing words that rhymed together, he even tried a random song lyric generator on the internet.

He began to diagnose himself with the dreaded writer's block. Well, song writer's block. He got up and immediately collapsed into bed on his back, pulling out his phone. He had received a text from Hoseok a few minutes ago stating that they would be heading back to the hotel soon.

Before Taehyung could do anything else, he felt a sharp pain on his left thigh. He bolted upright and frantically searched for the cause of the pain. He nearly screamed when he saw the shiny black scorpion lay over the painful area of his leg. He actually did scream when it started moving further up his leg.

With all the adrenaline he could muster, he stood up frantically and swiped off the scorpion by using his phone. He didn't want to touch it with his hands. Taehyung grabbed the empty glass from his desk and hastily placed it over the scorpion.

"Fuck!" he whispered to himself as he sat back down on the bed, pulling the waistband of his trousers down to his knees. The sight that met him was a small red dot on his skin. It seemed too small to be creating such a constant pain. He knew that some scorpion stings could be deadly, which scared him enough that he unlocked his phone and called Hoseok.

"Guys shut up, Taehyung's calling me," Hoseok said from the back of the car. He picked up the phone,
"What's up Tae?"

The other five watched as Hoseok's face fell and his smile disappeared. He looked at the others with concern and replied,
"Where is it?"

Another silence, then,
"Okay, we're on our way back now, Tae. Let any of us know if it gets worse,"

And with that, he hung up. The other looked expectantly at him, waiting for context to why he looked so worried. He furrowed his eyebrows, saying quietly,
"Taehyung's been stung by a… scorpion?" Even when he knew it was true it still sounded like a question.