BTS sickfics (original)

Yoongi

Yoongi's head was pounding as he crawled into bed, his body feeling heavy and his throat sore. He knew what was coming; he could feel the fever already starting to take hold, and he groaned weakly as he pulled the sheets up to his chin.

It wasn't the first time he'd been sick, of course. But something about this particular illness seemed to hit him harder than usual. Maybe it was because he'd been working so hard lately, barely stopping to take a breath. Or maybe it was just bad luck. Either way, he knew he was in for a rough few days.

As he lay there, shivering in his bed, he heard a knock at his door. "Yoongi?" a voice called out softly. "You okay?"

It was Jungkook, the youngest member of BTS. Yoongi sighed and forced himself to sit up, leaning against the headboard as he rubbed at his eyes. "Yeah," he croaked. "I'm fine."

Jungkook gave him a skeptical look. "You don't sound fine. You sound like crap."

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Kookie. I know I look like shit too."

Jungkook came over and sat down on the bed beside him, leaning in close to feel his forehead. "You're burning up, hyung. You need to take it easy."

"Tell me something I don't know," Yoongi muttered. He knew he wasn't going to be doing anything for the next few days except lying in bed and feeling sorry for himself.

Jungkook must have sensed his frustration, because he reached out and squeezed Yoongi's shoulder sympathetically. "It'll be okay, hyung. We'll take care of you."

Yoongi let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah, I'm sure you'll be thrilled to have a sick Kyungho on your hands."

Jungkook grinned. "Hey, it's not like we've never been sick before. Remember that time when Hoseok-hyung got the flu and could barely move? Or when Taehyung-hyung had that allergic reaction and his face looked like a tomato?"

Yoongi had to admit, he did remember those times. And he remembered how the rest of the group had rallied around their sick member, bringing him soup and medicine and just keeping him company so he wouldn't feel alone.

He felt a lump welling up in his throat at the thought. "Thanks, Kookie," he whispered. "I appreciate it."

Jungkook just grinned wider. "Don't mention it, hyung. We've got your back."

Over the next few days, Yoongi quickly realized just how true Jungkook's words were. The rest of BTS made sure he had everything he needed, from medication to blankets to soup. They brought him books and movies to keep him entertained, and made sure he never felt lonely or isolated.

And even though he felt terrible, Yoongi couldn't help but feel grateful for their presence. He listened as they joked and laughed in the living room, their voices a familiar and comforting sound. And even though he was too weak to join in, he still felt like he was a part of something bigger than himself.

But as the days dragged on, Yoongi could feel his strength waning. His cough grew more persistent, and his fever stubbornly refused to break. He felt like he was trapped in his own body, unable to do anything except lie there and wait for the illness to run its course.

One afternoon, Jimin came in to check on him, bringing with him a bowl of steaming hot soup. "How you feeling, hyung?" he asked, setting the bowl down on the nightstand.

Yoongi groaned weakly. "Like death warmed over."

Jimin made a sympathetic noise. "I'm sorry, hyung. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Yoongi shook his head. "No, it's fine. Thanks for the soup, though."

Jimin hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Hyung, can I ask you something?"

Yoongi looked up at him, brow furrowed. "Sure, what's up?"

Jimin took a deep breath. "Do you think you might need to go to the hospital? I mean, you've been sick for a week now, and I'm starting to get worried."

Yoongi felt a twinge of fear in his chest. He didn't want to go to the hospital; he hated being stuck in unfamiliar surroundings, with doctors poking and prodding at him. But he also knew Jimin had a point. He was getting worse, not better, and he couldn't keep going like this indefinitely.

He took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I think maybe I do need to go."

Jimin nodded, relief evident on his face. "Okay, I'll tell the others. We'll get someone to take you to the hospital."

As Yoongi lay there waiting for the others to arrive, his mind raced. What if it was something serious? What if he never got better? What if he had to stop performing, stop creating music? The thought was unbearable.

But then he heard the sound of feet padding down the hallway, and the door to his room opened. Taehyung, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jin all filed in, each one looking concerned but resolute.

"Okay, Yoongi-hyung," Hoseok said, clapping his hands together as if to rally everyone. "We're taking you to the hospital, and we're not leaving your side until you're all better. Got it?"

Yoongi felt a wave of gratitude washing over him. These boys, his family, they would do anything for him, no matter what.

"I got it," he said, his voice hoarse. "Let's go."

As they rushed Yoongi to the hospital, he felt his body starting to shut down. He couldn't keep his eyes open and his limbs felt heavy. Every breath felt like a struggle.

Jin, who was driving, kept glancing at him through the rearview mirror with worry etched on his face. "Hang in there, Yoongi. We're almost there."

When they arrived at the hospital, a team of doctors and nurses was waiting for them. The boys explained what had happened and within minutes, Yoongi was whisked away to a room.

The next few days were a blur. Yoongi was hooked up to machines that beeped and hummed, and he felt like he couldn't move without setting them off. He was so weak that even speaking felt like a chore.

The boys took turns staying with him, bringing him food and water and talking to him to keep him company. Even though he felt terrible, Yoongi couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and support his friends showed him.

Slowly but surely, Yoongi started to get better. His strength returned, and the color came back to his cheeks. The doctors said that he had caught a bad case of the flu, but with rest and plenty of fluids, he would be just fine.

When it was finally time for him to leave the hospital, the boys were there waiting for him, holding balloons and cheering as he emerged from the elevator. They surrounded him in a group hug, and Yoongi felt tears well up in his eyes.

"Thank you," he whispered, hugging each of them in turn. "Thank you for being here for me."

"We'll always be here for you," Namjoon said, grinning. "Now let's go home and get you into bed."

Yoongi smiled, feeling his heart fill with warmth. He knew that no matter what happened, he had a family who would always be there for him.

I decided to publish this too, I had it in the drafts for three days, and I'm too curious about what you think.
Let me know! Borahae 💜