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Jimin: Stroke

request by anonymous

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(In the line of Jimin: Diabetes)

Jungkook's POV -

I hear Jimin's watch beep from across the room before I've woken up enough to open my eyes. We had such a rushed dinner last night due to the end of tour that I don't think he ate too much, but he definitely did drink too much. I give my eyes a tired rub before sitting up in bed to watch him. His slim arm snakes out from under his blanket, and the pack of Skittles on his bedside drawer disappears into the mass of sheets. I hear faint rustling as he opens the pack and scoops a handful of sweets into his mouth.

I peer blearily at the clock next to me. It's 10:36 in the morning. It's been a very long time since we've been able to sleep in like this, and a big part of me is still tempted to curl back under the covers and fall asleep again. We have a long drive ahead of us back to Seoul later this evening, back to our dorm. We finally get a long break after the drawn out process of releasing a new album and going on the biggest world tour yet, and it's well overdue.

Jimin isn't able to care for his diabetes too well when we're on tour. Our body schedules are completely out of time, and we spend so long preparing for concerts or travelling that he doesn't get the breaks he needs to eat. He's never allowed himself to get as ill as he did two years ago, where his blood sugar levels dropped so low he should have gone into a coma. The staff have to force stop events when they hear Jimin's watch beep, which ends up holding us back a little. Not that I'm complaining. Jimin's health always comes first.

"I don't want to get up," he mumbles from across the room, the Skittles pack giving another scrunch. "Too warm."

"Me either." My throat aches as I speak. It needs a rest. I can taste blood in the back of my throat, and it's not too pleasant.

It's not like me to share a room with Jimin. It's usually Hoseok, but he fell asleep in my room last night just after our Live. He was so exhausted he wouldn't wake up when I shook him, and it felt too mean to force him awake when he desperately needed the rest.

"I wish we could just stay here for the day, and go home tomorrow," he responds after chewing the sweets in his mouth. "My body hurts."

I give a long stretch in the luxuriously large bed, my limbs shaking. A cramp runs up my calf, making me yelp, curling up into a little ball. The top of Jimin's head appears above his blanket, his fringe sticking up in the air. "What?"

"Cramp," I whimper, massaging the muscle with my fingertips. Jimin slides out of his bed, and settles into mine, and massages along with me. The Skittles packet scrapes against my skin as he rubs back and forth until the cramp eases and I can straighten it back out.

He cuddles up next to me, and offers the pack. I root around for a red one and pop it into my mouth, sucking it first before crushing it between my teeth. His head rests next to mine on the pillow as he studies the picture on the wall, idly licking a yellow Skittle. I grip hold of his wrist, checking his watch. 5.8.

"I don't want to get up for breakfast," Jimin mumbles, but we both know he has no choice. After a few more moments huddled up together, he sits up, and goes to grab his insulin kit. He shoves on some joggers and an old hoodie, before opening the kit and setting up the insulin pen. He pricks his finger first, testing the droplet of blood with the glucose monitor for a more accurate reading, then pushes the tip of the pen into his tummy. There's a small click and a whirr sound, then Jimin puts the pen away.

I slowly rise from bed, and shove on a similar outfit. "I think we should order breakfast to the room."

"I agree."