BTS Sickfics

Taehyung's Alcohol Poisoning

request by ilovescarystuff123 :)

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Taehyung's POV -

"Have you had another argument, Taehyungie?" Yoongi asks softly, sitting down next to me in the bathroom of our dance studio. I wipe the silly tears out of my eyes, but it doesn't stop more from falling. I give a half-hearted little sniff.

"H-He's being m-mean."

"Who is?"

I wipe my nose on my sleeve. Yoongi tuts at me, and hands me a tissue. I noisily blow my nose. "Hoseok. Since he's become the step-in dance teacher, he's been making me feel like shit."

Yoongi pats my back gently. "I think he's making everyone feel a bit on edge right now. He's not meaning to be mean to us, Taehyungie, and he's a great teacher. The problem is, there's a lot of stress on his shoulders, and he gets so passionate about dance. I don't think he realises just how horrid he's being."

I nod my head again. "I keep telling myself that. But then he glares at me, and just acts like I'm getting in his way. I feel so stressed out, hyung."

"He's doing it to everyone, not just you. He's being especially mean to Seokjin and Namjoon, but I don't think they're taking it to heart."

I rub my eyes. "I'm not trying to take it to heart. I'm just starting to doubt myself, hyung. Sometimes I think I'm not good enough to be in the dance line. I keep questioning why I'm even in BTS."

"Hey." Yoongi grips my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. "Never think in that way, okay? No matter what Hoseok says, he doesn't believe that, and none of us think that either. You're heaps better at dance than me. You can't comment on that, because I'm your hyung, and you're not allowed to drag me down, mmkay?"

I huddle into Yoongi. "Thanks, hyung. You always make me feel better."

Yoongi helps me up to my feet, offering me another tissue. I give my nose another quick blow, before I head to the sinks and give my face a wash with some cool water. The redness dies down around my eyes and nose, but it still looks like I've been crying. There's not really much more I can do, so we head back to the studio.

As soon as we open the door, Hoseok wraps me into his thin arms, giving my shoulder a quick kiss. "I'm sorry, Taehyunie. I didn't mean to upset you like that. The others made me realise just how mean I was being."

I nod my head a little, but I don't speak. Yoongi gives my back a quick pat before he heads over to the others, who are now cooling down. We usually don't go home for another few hours yet, but, the best thing about Hoseok being our teacher is that he lets us leave early.

Hoseok pulls away a little. "Make friends with me?"

I pout, but I can't say no to him. Even though I still don't speak, he must see the jokingness in my pout, and gives a bright smile. He gives me another kiss, before heading back into the room. I make my way over to the others.

"You okay, Taehyungie?" Jimin asks, resting his head on my shoulder. "You scared me when you stormed out like that."

"Yeah, I'm okay now. It just got to me a bit, the way he hissed at me like I was a stray dog. But he's said sorry now."

"He better have done. I practically tore him a new asshole. He's being harsh on us all, but he knows he should be gentle with you. I'm not saying you're sensitive, but ..."

"Yeah. I know. I let things get to me when they shouldn't."

Jimin pats my arm gently. "Well. Our instructor will be back next week. My heart doesn't half go out to him. I keep remembering the way he broke down in tears in front of us."