BTS Sickfics

Taehyung Falls

request by Fortaetaeonearth :)

so i went back and read the request and saw it i messed it up a lil oof sorry

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Taehyung's POV -

I tighten the tie around my neck, looking at myself in the mirror again. My cheeks are flushed with a fever, but I haven't told the boys I don't feel well yet. I press my hands against my cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off me. I didn't sleep well last night at all, and I'm really starting to feel it. I feel like I'm 5 seconds behind my body.

Thankfully, we don't have to perform at this awards show, because I definitely wouldn't have made it through if I had to. I really just want to sit and rest during this show, and only get up when it comes to getting an award.

The bathroom door bursts open suddenly. I turn, and face Namjoon. "Taehyung, there you are! We're about to go to our seats, are you ready?"

"Hyung," I say quietly.

"What? Hey ... you look a little hot. Are you feeling okay?" He gently rests his hand on my forehead, looking into my eyes sadly. "You're burning up, baby. How long have you been feeling unwell for?"

"About an hour."

"Are you feeling sick?"

"A bit. I feel a little dizzy, hyung."

Namjoon takes my hand. "Let's go find a medic. They might be able to give you something to take care of the fever. You really aren't looking well at all."

Slowly, Namjoon leads me out the bathroom. Jimin stands there, waiting for us. "Oh, you found him ... Taehyung, are you okay? Your face has gone all pale."

"He's got a fever, Mini. I'm going to take him to the medic, okay? Can you tell the others where we are? He might need to go back to the hotel. I don't want anything bad to happen to him."

Jimin nods, and slips into the crowd wordlessly. Other K-Pop idols barge past us, knocking my shoulders and causing me to trip up. Usually, I am a connoisseur of the crowd, and can slide in and out of the people without causing a stir, but, when I'm feeling this down, I can't grasp my bearings. I have plenty of friends here, and I hear my name called a couple of times, and Namjoon's too, but we don't stop, and no one tries to stop us either.

It takes a long time to get to the medics office because of the people pushing against us, but luckily there's no one else in there. The medic takes one look at me, and immediately grabs my arm, leading me onto the bed. "Oh dear. What's up with you, Kim Taehyung?"

"I've got a fever," I mumble. I'm not a shy person, and I don't need Namjoon to talk for me, even if he is my leader. "I feel a bit sick and dizzy."

The medic slides across to his desk on his wheely chair, picking up his little kit bag. He puts a cover over the thermometer, then gently pushes it into my ear. I flinch a little, not really liking things in my ear, but I wait it out. The thermometer flashes back at 38.2.

"Yes, you're certainly feverish," the medic says. "We'll just check your pulse and oxygen, then your blood pressure. I don't have anything strong to give you, so if you're properly unwell, you'll have to go and see an emergency doctor, okay?"

I nod my head a little. The medic puts a clip on my index finger, holding my hand up whilst it takes a reading on my pulse and oxygen level. My pulse comes up at 73, and my SPO2 levels come back at a perfect 100.

"Well, your pulse is a little higher than normal, especially for someone as fit and healthy as you, but, it's an exciting day, so I'm not exactly worried. Your oxygen is fine, which is most important, so I'm happy."