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Taehyung Has Chest Pain

request by ilovescarystuff123 :)

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Taehyung's POV -

"Hyung?" Jungkook knocks softly on my bedroom door before opening it, carrying a glass of water. I whimper softly, nuzzling under my duvet. "Are you still feeling poorly?"

"It's just a cold," I mumble, hoping desperately that Jungkook won't open the curtains. He does, and I whine louder, sliding further down the bed.

"I heard you coughing all night, hyung," he says, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Are you sure you don't have a chest infection? The weather is really cold right now."
I lean over him and pick up an already very soggy tissue, sneezing into it an impressive 6 times without drawing breath. Jungkook flinches each time, since my sneeze is extra 'specially loud. "I'm sure."

"Namjoon called PDnim, he's letting you off practice today, because we have a concert in a couple days and he wants you better by then. You'll be here on your own, though."

I mumble, stretching under the quilt and shutting my eyes again. I'm exhausted, because Jungkook is right. I was up half the night, coughing, though thankfully that's gone already. I'm extremely lucky that, whenever I have a cold, it disappears quickly, most of the time in one day. The boys are extremely jealous of this, as colds really fuck up our performances and our schedules. However, with a positive, there's always a negative. That day or two when I suffer, feels like the normal two weeks for anyone else. What I'm trying to say is, is that colds feel much worse to me, because it's all condensed into one day.

"Hyung?" Jungkook repeats, but I'm already half asleep. He sighs and leans over me, placing a soft kiss on my hairline. I nuzzle the pillow in my arms a little tighter, and he strokes my hair once, before leaving my room.

He didn't close the damn curtains.

As hard as I try, I can't sleep with the curtains letting in so much light, so I finally toss my pillow aside, glaring into the bright light. Why does the sun have to be so bright? I finally get myself onto my feet, but the room starts spinning, and I have to get back down quickly. I cover my eyes with my hands, letting the nausea pass through me. I attempt to get up again, but this time my legs give out, and I have no choice but to lay down. I pick up my phone, and hit the first contact I can make out.

"Taehyungie?" Hoseok answers, his voice already sounding worried. News of my cold has already travelled fast.

"Hyung," I whisper, even my own voice being too loud for me, "could you close my curtains? I can't do it ..."

"O-Oh. Of course, I'll be up now." He hangs up.

I feel a bit pathetic, really, not being able to move across my own room. Even though he's already coming, I get up, and stumble across my room, grabbing the windowsill. The room spins around me, and black dots are in my vision. I quickly whip the curtains shut, but my dizziness gets worse. I feel my legs crumple, and I start to fall.

Tight arms wrap around my chest, lowering me to the floor gently. My head lays in Hoseok's lap, and he strokes my hair gently, waiting for me to come around fully.

"Jesus, Hyungie. You nearly passed out." I make a soft grunting noise, not really feeling like replying. "You know I'll come and do anything for you, you shouldn't have gotten up."

"Sorry ..."
"Shh ... At least you're alright now. I'm here, baby. Don't even think about trying that again."

"But it's just a cold. I'm a baby."