Last Resort - KTH BTS FanFic - ***Completed

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Seoul was beautiful.

The mix of modern, large-city architecture and humble, small-town manners was everything Frankie loved in both types of places she visited. People crowded the streets and walkways, but were conscious of how much space they gave each other to go about their business. Skinship was encouraged between friends, and the boys were much more relaxed when they felt free to treat each other as the family they had grown into without being looked at oddly in another culture. They all grew more fond and friendly with her as well, treating her just the same as one of them, sometimes to Taehyung's high annoyance.

Despite wanting to find her own place in the city, BigHit explained that the position required being closer to the guys in case they needed certain meals or changes to their diet that might require her to cook for them at their dorm. As such, the position also came with a small one-bedroom apartment in the same complex as the dorm, but separated onto the same side as the managers and half of the security. This meant that not only was Frankie saving a healthy bit of cash, but also that she was close enough to Taehyung that he slept over nearly every night. Management laughed it off, especially when security complained that they couldn't be everywhere at once. In all, it was a better set up than Frankie had even thought to imagine.

They were set to leave for the first leg of their international tour in two days, and the week and a half that they had been in Seoul after Iceland was non-stop vocal and dance rehearsals. Frankie never got used to seeing them practice, especially dress and stage rehearsals, and how much they changed when they were in their element. Silly, goofy, humble boys turned into confident, sexy, determined men with endless swagger. Yoongi surprised her the most, going from soft and cuddly to intimidating and cocky within the blink of an eye, and Jimin changed the least being as sassy and flirtatious offstage as he was on.

Then there was Taehyung. Holy shit.

The stares and facial expressions he put out while performing were akin to the ones she saw only in the bedroom, and the guys told her it only got more intense during actual performances. As it was, she practically jumped him every time he got half a second free from practicing. She even upped his calorie intake to make up for the extra physical activity she put him through.

In addition to cooking food that was delicious and hearty, as well as within the taste preferences of the guys, Frankie found herself learning so much about dietary and caloric needs for people with intense schedules and high levels of activity. It was amazing how much they could and would eat, especially with how fit and even thin they were. She worked out with some of them during their prescribed times, since she didn't have much time to go for her morning runs or ride horses with the busy schedule she had taken on, and again, jumped Taehyung nearly every time they finished running on the treadmills or lifting weights. Her hormones were practically ruling every decision she made, and Taehyung was perfectly happy to comply with her neediness and demands.

Tasting the food that had been prepared for the guys and the crew, Frankie was satisfied and placed lids on all of the chafing pans that were being kept warm in their electric holders. A wave of nausea hit her suddenly, and she tried to breathe through it as she had every other time the feeling arose over the past couple of weeks. Just when she thought she had it under control, her stomach lurched hard and she had to run to a nearby trash can in order to avoid puking on the floor. She heaved, emptying the few contents of her stomach into the bin, eventually kneeling down on her shaky legs to make sure she didn't fall.

"Baby, are you okay?" she vaguely heard Taehyung's concerned voice as she continued to heave, "Was it something you ate?"

Frankie thought back, recalling having only had some fruit and granola that morning, and a plain cheese sandwich that afternoon, "It must be," she didn't sound convinced, "I hope I'm not getting sick."

Taehyung ran and got a water bottle, handing it to her as he helped her up, "Let's call the doctor, just in case."

"I'm feeling better already," Frankie protested, "It's nothing to have to call a doctor about."

"You're going to be traveling," he pressed on, "If you have the flu or something, it might change when you can fly and whether or not you need to hang back for a couple of days."

"I don't want to be a burden," she began, but was stopped by Namjoon, who had come p to help Taehyung get her steadily to a seat.

"He's here anyway," he informed, "In case one of us gets injured or sick, and he's available for the staff to use as they need."

She gave him a suffering look, "But that doesn't mean we should bug him just because I ate something that didn't agree with me."

"Sure it does," Namjoon shrugged, earning a thankful smile from Taehyung, "Nothing's too good for Tae's girl."

Reluctantly, Frankie let herself be led to the infirmary in the lower levels of the building, walking into the clean, white room with a sheepish grin. The doctor, Dr. Choi, was more than happy to see her, even excited as he often didn't have much to do.

"Let's take a look," he had her sit on the edge of the examination table, feet dangling toward the ground, "Taehyung says you vomited and are feeling a little weak?" He looked into her ears and eyes as she nodded, making a little humming sound. When she gagged on the tongue depressor in her mouth, he chuckled, "Seems like you're still a bit sensitive. Let's take some blood and run a couple tests while you eat a few crackers and this pineapple glucose bar to settle your stomach.

After about thirty minutes, Frankie was feeling much better. Her skin was no longer clammy, and she felt like she had her energy back. Her stomach felt fine, and she was a little embarrassed to have bothered Dr. Choi for a passing issue. He knocked lightly and entered the room, his face a mix of solemn and confused. He glanced quickly at Taehyung before speaking directly to Frankie.

"I have some test results back, and some news," he paused, "Would you like to hear it privately, or are you comfortable with everyone present?"

Frankie looked at Taehyung, his eyes begging her not to make him leave, "He can stay." she said quietly, "I'm sue it's no big deal."

"Well...yes and no," Dr. Choi mused, "But if you're okay with it, then let's go over the results."

"Okay," Frankie nodded, fortifying herself.

"Miss Carter, you're pregnant."