BTS sickfics (original)

Taehyung

Taehyung leaned against the wall of his bedroom, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tried to steady his breathing. He had been feeling off for days, but now his body was finally succumbing to whatever illness had been plaguing him. He had a raging fever and a pounding headache, and his throat felt like it was on fire. He had tried calling Jimin a few times, but his friend hadn't picked up. They had gotten into a fight a few days ago, and Taehyung couldn't help but feel a little hurt that Jimin hadn't reached out to him.

As Taehyung tried to calm his racing thoughts, he heard a knock on his bedroom door. "Taehyung? Can I come in?" Jin's voice called out.

Taehyung weakly nodded, not trusting his voice to answer. He watched as Jin entered the room, carrying a tray of food and a glass of water. "Hey, buddy," Jin said, setting the tray down on the bed next to Taehyung. "How're you feeling?"

Taehyung shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. "Not great," he managed to croak out.

Jin pressed the back of his hand against Taehyung's forehead, frowning at the heat he felt there. "You have a fever," he said. "I'm going to go get some medicine for you."

As Jin left the room, Taehyung couldn't help but think of Jimin again. They had gotten into an argument over something silly, but it had turned into a much bigger fight. They hadn't talked since, and Taehyung couldn't muster the energy to try and fix things. He just wished Jimin would come see him and make everything better, like he always did.

Taehyung must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He slowly opened his eyes to see Jimin standing at his bedside. He looked tired, but concerned as he reached out to touch Taehyung's forehead. "You're burning up," he said softly.

Taehyung felt his heart swell with hope. "Jiminie," he said weakly. "You came."

Jimin nodded. "Of course I did," he said. "I'm sorry it took me so long. I was just hurt, you know? I didn't know how to fix things."

Taehyung felt a lump form in his throat. "I'm sorry, too," he said. "Can we just forget about it and be friends again?"

Jimin's face lit up with a smile. "Of course, Tae. We can always be friends."

Taehyung felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He smiled weakly at Jimin and closed his eyes, feeling himself drift off to sleep.

The next few days were a blur of medicine, soup, and rest. Taehyung was grateful to have Jimin by his side, laughing and joking with him like nothing had ever happened. They watched movies together, listened to music, and played video games. Taehyung had never felt closer to his friend.

As Taehyung finally started to feel better, he took Jimin's hand and looked him in the eye. "Thank you," he said. "For being here for me."

Jimin smiled. "Anytime, Tae. You know I've got your back."

Taehyung nodded, feeling a little emotional. "I just...I don't know what I would do without you, Jiminie. You mean so much to me."

Jimin took Taehyung's other hand, squeezing it gently. "You mean a lot to me, too," he said. "I'm sorry we fought, but I'm glad we were able to make things right."

Taehyung grinned. "Me too, Jiminie. Me too."