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Note to Self: Bring Cold Medicine [BTS Imagine] Part 4

Line up: Reader X Bangtan (yes all of them)

Genres: fluff, sweet, friendship bonds (I wanted to write something adorably sweet)

summary: you are a Korean translator from america and project coordinator with BigHit, you have an idea for a future project with all seven of the group members and are staying over to begin the process of laying the ground work and preparing to start, you have previously been on a run episode with the boys teaching them art techniques, now, you wake up sick, and waddle your way to the living room wrapped in a blanket trying to plan your escape so you  can recover, but the biggest boy band in the world has other plans.

I don’t have a window, so light shouldn’t be streaming in. What I wake up to is not sunlight and soft magical music that tells me I’m better. Instead I wake up to the feeling of hunger and the light of my phone going off. Blaring some annoying ringtone, I set it to. With a killing vow, I open my eyes and lift my hand to pick up the phone and answer it.

“hello?”

“ah y/n-sshi, are you okay?” its one of the managers, checking in I guess

I tell them I’m okay that I’m just come down with the flu.

“that’s not good at all! the boys told us you gave them the project and they are working on it as we speak, are you unable to join them at this moment?”

I tell them I can, I’ll just need a moment to ready myself and gather my notes.

“wonderful! Im sure you would be happy to know that according to the group, you slept a good portion of yesterday onto this evening”

Evening? I had fallen asleep at 1 yesterday, how was it already the very next day?

I don’t have time to say anything due to the loud rumble my stomach makes.

“thank you, I will be going to join them now”

“please take care of yourself, y/n”

I tell them I will and hang up, looking at the plushies I ask them quietly to not make fun of me for look like hell. Chuckling to myself I get up and gather a new change of clothes, I’m hungry, dizzy and still a little nauseous thanks to over sleeping. Before I head out to find the shower, I take more of my cold medicine, the recommended dose is only two every four hours and to not exceed eight doses. The regular over the counter medicine that is easily self-prescribed if you know what you are dealing with.

Naturally I got exactly what I needed. Feeling like time was short, I waddle to the bathroom and take a hot shower. I chuckle to myself thinking that if this was a comedy, one of the boys would knock on my bathroom door and shout for me while I’m comedically exposed behind the sheer wet glass.

I hear a knock and I flinch while under the hot steamy shower. I really wish my wild imaginations wouldn’t come true like this because things would get really hectic.

“noona?” oh my god its Jungkook, why is he in here?

“oh she is showering we need to leave now” there was namjoon’s voice

              I don’t say anything because I’m to done with my situation. My skin feels to good under the hot water for me to want to leave now. However, I hear the door close and I feel safe again. For some reason I was vary worried the boys might open the bathroom door to look for me. Frankly, I would have been very pissed if they did. I was not hired to be a convenient stage show for them. So I would be raising all kinds of hell should I feel any kind of uncomfortable vibe from the boys at this stage of the job.

              Finishing up, I step out of the steamy shower and dry off. Putting on fresh clean clothes, I check my self out in the mirror. Dark purple hoodie, another set of yoga pants with the text “Strong” across the butt. It made me laugh to wear it and I’m sure the boys would get a laugh out of it too but I made sure my hoodie was big enough to hide my butt. I messed with my hair a little bit before settling for letting it hang down again. The headache would be to much to deal with again today. Finally leveling my gaze with myself, I took a moment to consider my feelings about myself. Everything about myself…today, because of BTS, I was starting to love. I had wondered about the psychology of music and how it truly helps people over come some tough times. My theory is, because BTS has music that makes us say nicer things to ourselves like how jin’s epiphany gives us the moment of “maybe I am the one I should love” forces the negative thoughts aside and gives us a moment to say “maybe…” and that, I think is another reason why so many fans fell in love with the band’s message. It literally forced them to rethink self-love and help them love themselves more. Even if just a little bit, and that speaks volumes to the boys.

              Smiling to myself despite the yucky feeling of being sick. I step out of the bathroom and throw my dirty clothes into the basket by my bed. I know I need to face them, I check the time and confirm that I did in fact sleep for half a day. Yikes is the only thing I can think as I grab a notebook, a sketchbook and some color pencils, pens, and an eraser. I take my phone charger with me as I am walking towards the door. Making my way towards the living room I hear rustling of papers, pencils and some cups being lifted or placed down. Soft mummering voices discussing the concepts for the cards.

              “Yaaa, why would you copy noona like that Jungkook?” I hear jin say as I walk in.

              They startle me as yoongi looks up and makes a small ooh! Noise, they turn so fast to see me that I jump a little.

              “Hey guys” I say in English and chuckle, switch back to Korean takes me a minute because my head starts to pound.

              “I need foo-“I’m stopped by jin before I could finish, he tells me there’s food in the kitchen

Suddenly, Jimin stands up and grabs my hand and leads me to the kitchen, the boys also follow us and say a lot of things to me excitedly. they told me about their ideas for concepts, game rules and even new games for armies to play with the cards. I couldn’t really understand half of the games so I’m sure I would need to make a more linear process for the new card games. So far, Jungkook liked my beauty and the beast idea but jin and namjoon believed it would not be fair to my original idea.

“No I like it, but for jungkook’s concept I think what you are looking for is Alice in Wonderland Jungkook-shii”

His eyes sparkled as soon as I mentioned the title of the old children’s fairy tale. When I looked down, I realized I was now sitting and there was food placed in front of me. Cooked by our one and only jin. Pancakes, eggs, ham, some noodles, and something else I don’t know what it is but it looks like rice. After my plate is filled by nearly all the boys trying to take care of me carefully. It turns out that it was in fact rice. Jimin was trying to feed me but I stop him with a laugh

“boys I’m still holding my stuff” I say, lifting my left arm that held everything.

Taehyung reaches over and takes my supplies and sets them on the counter closest to the fridge, away from the stove. The boys at this point are now settling down and waiting for me to eat so that they can start telling me more about the plans. I eat this time, slowly, enjoying the flavors now that my tongue can taste but to my deep disappointment. My sickness prevents me from really enjoying the meal. My tongue still has this dull sense of taste, and everything seems to taste the same except for the noodles. I like the texture of the pancakes, fluffy and warm, the eggs were nice and had some seasoning on them. The ham was honeyed which made me sad because I really wanted to enjoy that flavor but after looking at everything over again…

“Jin you didn’t cook this did you?” I say, laughing as all the boys turn and look at him with knowing smiles and he gets flustered.

“I am world wide handsome and you are accusing me of lying?”

“there’s no way you cooked all of this in little time and only because you knew I would wake up ten minutes ago”

They all are holding in laughs and trying to get me to eat more, which, knowing that jin didn’t work so hard to make me anything, I eat everything on my plate despite my stomach telling me to not eat to much. I feel better, my head is now clear, but I feel the feeling of my head going fuzzy. I have no other way of describing the feeling. But after I eat, and the boys assure me that they ate food before I showed up. We go back to the living room and I sit down at the same spot I was at yesterday. The couch still has my blanket there, there’s water bottles where my glass was. Good I’ll need to stay hydrated today. Taehyung brings me my art supplies and they all get back to their respective spots, jin has some color pencils, jimin only has some black pens, yoongi has one single ball point pen. Namjoon has a koya pen with some crayons. Tae and Jungkook are sharing art supplies.

This is going to get really wild soon, I can just feel it.

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Note to Self: Bring Cold Medicine [BTS Imagine] Part 3

Line up: Reader X Bangtan (yes all of them)

Genres: fluff, sweet, friendship bonds (I wanted to write something adorably sweet)

summary: you are a Korean translator from america and project coordinator with BigHit, you have an idea for a future project with all seven of the group members and are staying over to begin the process of laying the ground work and preparing to start, you have previously been on a run episode with the boys teaching them art techniques, now, you wake up sick, and waddle your way to the living room wrapped in a blanket trying to plan your escape so you  can recover, but the biggest boy band in the world has other plans.

Chapter 3

At Jin’s calling the boys got up to waddle towards the kitchen. I didn’t move, hoping that the promise of food would make them forget that I was terribly sick. The dizzy feeling settled on the back of my neck, making me sweat. I had not eaten anything since waking up so I know I wouldn’t throw up anything. I see a pair of sneekers stop infront of me. I look up, its Jungkook.

“you should eat noona…” he says in a hushed tone

I tell him I‘m getting up, that I am just taking a moment to gather myself. It takes a little more then two minutes for me to finally get up and unwrape myself from the blanket. Im wearing  pink work out yoga pants and a black sweater. My hair is loose because I have a headache from feeling sick and starving. Feeling thankful that I had enough strength to not stumble around, I made it to the kitchen.

Everyone was sitting down and talking about projects and sharing their ideas for my collaboration project. Jin gestured for me to sit, following his silent order I sit down next to namjoon. The kitchen itself was clean, it looked like it was rarely used. Understandable since the boys were always away on tour or practicing. With me an added guest, jin seemed to make extra efforts to cook. I’m sure it was to show good hospitality. Someone, I think it was jimin, set a bowl of soup in front of me. I look up to him, I was right, its jimin. Why can’t I focus on him?

“noona, hurry and eat so you can get better” he coos down at me.

I swallow, and nod. I can’t bring myself to speak. Taking in a deep breath I pick up the spoon that namjoon was holding out to me. I thank him and start to bring some of the soup broth to my lips. I can’t taste it, my stomach clenches, and my throat starts to dry up from the feeling of tasting water instead of what I was expecting. Suddenly, flavors burst on my tongue, and I can swallow the soup. I look up at jin and make an approving noise. I realize that the room had gone silent and that Jin was staring intently at me, the boys, holding their breaths while I take a sip. The chatter returns as jin says “see I told you she would like it!” and everyone starts laughing and talking. I don’t notice it, but color returns to my face. For a moment in time, everything is great, I can breathe, my headache vanishes, and the world is a little brighter so that I can take in small details. The way taehyung smiles, Hoesoek’s little giggle as he teases Jungkook. The way jimin waddles over to rest his head on jin’s shoulder. The way jin kind of leans his head on jimin’s head. The way namjoon looks at them fondly before looking at the other members. And then he turns to me.

“feel better?” he askes in English

“yeah” I say, smiling.

Taking a few sips and gulps of the soup I notice that jin had put rice, potatoes, corn, carrots and some beef chunks into the soup. It all tastes really good. However, I had waited to long while looking at each member and my soup was cold now. By the time I noticed that I was eating cold soup, since jin had served the soup hot to me. I noticed a familiar feeling at the small part of my back and my stomach.

I am going to throw up. There was no doubt the signals my body was sending me. Get to the bathroom now. The sweat build up at my neck, face, and back, and I felt the horror creep to my face.

“I don’t-“ I don’t have time to tell them, I need to get up.

I hear Jungkook say my name with out honorifics, I feel all the eyes in the room turn to me. I get up hurriedly. Stumbling, I go blind as I push the door to the kitchen open and run down the hall. I don’t know how I make it to the bathroom, I think I rushed passed someone. Thanking god I managed to lift the toilet seat up and hurl everything I just ate back out. The stinging pain follows, and im on the verge of tears.

While I’m trying to push my hair back and catch my breath, I can only hear my own coughing and breathing, my heart beat pounding in my ears. I feel strong but soothing, gentle fingers pull my hair back. I hear a voice hum at me, its very soft. The voice makes me want to cry as I realize who it is.

It’s yoongi, he is holding my hair back for me. He frees one hand to rub my back with his palm. I throw up again, but its horrible, nothing comes up and I hack up some mucus to throw up. It’s awful, everything hurts, and I feel very gross. I can hear the boys crowd into the room, Jungkook is talking, I can’t really understand him because the pounding in my ears, but I hear yoongi very clearly

“go get to damp rags and put them in the freezer, jimin, get some of that medicine and drop it in a glass of water, also get the electrolyte juice she will need it” his voice, I wonder if you can imagine it. That deep knowing gruff that you can’t help but obey.

I can hear jin say something about his food probably making me sick and in a hurry I say in English instead of Korean

“No jin your food was great, im just sick” but I start dry heaving again before I could finish talking to him

“yeah yeah I know my food is good, you are just, your um, your tummy hehe your tummy is bad right now” the fact that he spoke back to me in English makes me smile

I hate that I am sick, but there was nothing much I could do, I needed food, something to keep me from getting worse. By the looks of it, I needed to go to the hospital, but I already know what’s wrong. I have a very bad cold, and the medicine I took this morning was taking affect, but I needed food right away. I should have tried to make myself something.

“you are thinking to much” I hear yoongi say

“what?”

“you are thinking to much about what you could have done differently right?” he says softly

“how-“

“don’t worry, just focus on getting better, you are worrying Jungkook”

Of course, he would say someone else is worried but not himself, I don’t even know if he is looking at me. I tried to look but I felt another wave hit me, surprisingly I don’t dry heaving, but it was enough to make my mouth water grossly and I duck my head down a little to ride the feeling away.

This sucks, a lot.

“You should take a break today y/n-sshi, you can’t work in this condition, did you tell anyone what the project was?”

“I told taetae, jungkook -heck- jimin-“

“cool, just go sleep, we will do some of the work and you can take over the rest later”

“my stomach is still sending”

“tell it to cancel the delivery” he does that small chuckle and I can’t help but smile.

Jungkook brings back cold rags for me to rest on my neck and clean my face. Jimin brings me the two glasses and I down both

“you are suppose to sip those” yoongi looks astonished

“You told me to get better” I say still in english, handing jimin the empty glasses. I know I should have sipped them, but I ask Jungkook to bring me a room temperature water bottle, which, he cheerfully salutes me and runs off to get it.

“everyone” I say, switching back to Korean, “I told some of you the plans, so try and come up with some concepts, yoongi-sshi gave me an order to sleep, so I will do that before he scolds me” I tease. He turns his head away as everyone clowns him but he lifts his head back up and points

“you better follow what I say too” he smiles

“sure…Oppa” that got him, and the boys all made their iconic sarcastic “OOOOOH” noise, Jungkook had come back in time to hear it. He handed me the bottle with that wide smile

“hyuung! She called you Oppa!”

“whatever, go to sleep!”

Chuckling, but feeling better, I waddle to my guest room, I hear thundering foot falls behind me

“noona!” its taehyung

“yeah?” he hands me a tata pillow

“here have this and feel better!”

“aww thanks taetae! I know tata will take good care of me” he smiles brightly agreeing that the adorable alien will take care of me and help me sleep. As you can guess, the rest of bangtan comes over with their respective bt21 plushies for me to sleep with. Yoongi sent Jungkook with shooky. Classic of him to not show that he cares but does.

In no time im laying down, surrounded by bt21 plushies, I don’t really plan on keeping them but I come up with an idea for them. Which I will have to remember to tell the boys about. Slowly, I feel the medicines taking affect, and my eyes close. I don’t remember putting the blanket over me, but someone does. I can’t tell who because I’m so exhausted from throwing up, I should shower, but I’m tired.

“get well, please” it’s yoongi, but I pass out before I could respond to him. I think i may regret calling him Oppa. 

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Note to Self: Bring Cold Medicine [BTS Imagine] Part 2

Line up: Reader X Bangtan (yes all of them)

Genres: fluff, sweet, friendship bonds (I wanted to write something adorably sweet)

summary: you are a Korean translator from america and project coordinator with BigHit, you have an idea for a future project with all seven of the group members and are staying over to begin the process of laying the ground work and preparing to start, you have previously been on a run episode with the boys teaching them art techniques, now, you wake up sick, and waddle your way to the living room wrapped in a blanket trying to plan your escape so you  can recover, but the biggest boy band in the world has other plans.

I see Jin walk away with a determined stiffness to his back, his shoes make a comical stomp noise on the hard wood. I can’t do anything to stop him. As much as I want to stop him, both Hoesoek and Jimin are still wiggling their fingers at me sternly. Ordering me to stay put. Jungkook and taehyung are laughing at how their hyungs are being strict with me.

Can I really fight against them? I doubt that I would win against all seven of them if they decided to keep me here until I was better.

To be honest, I can and will take care of myself. My family made sure I could be independent of anyone and anything. Hell, I even know how to change my own tires on my car. My father made sure I could read a map, and my cooking skills was your typical basic single person living alone.

“Noona…” jungkook’s voice snaps me back to the present, I look up at him with a raised brow.

“do you not want your water anymore?” he questions, eyeing my hand holding the glass

“huh? Oh no I still want to finish it” I bring the glass to my chapped lips and take a deeper pull on the crisp water. I was surprised at how good the water tastes here. In America, you have to know which bottle water brand is your favorite or water just doesn’t taste right at all.

“ y/n Noona, can you tell us about the project you wanted us to work together on?” jimin sits down in front of me, he does that thing where he keeps his right leg up and his left laying flat. I chuckle thinking about how comfy he looks.

“the project is a series of paintings that you will do based on the classic poker cards theme, of course each deck with be themed around each member and then we will have your basic all seven in one, it seems like a lot I know but it will be fun for armies who like to play with poker cards”

“woow noona! You really make things complicated, I can’t paint very well like our Jungkook or taehyung, even jiminie is really good!” hoeseok complained cutely. Not that I think that he was, I think it had more to do with the fact that on the episode of run, Hobi was having trouble mixing paint colors with jin.

“you will not be alone when you create these, I will be overseeing your work and answering questions on in case there’s something you want to do, I can teach you how to do it” I did my best to comfort him, “but, you will have to do the work, I can only do so much for you and im not asking for a lot”

“she’s right hyung” Jungkook spoke up, beside him taehyung looked like he was already mentally designing at least thirty-seven of the cards down to the ace and queen of hearts.

“have you done this before noona?” jimin asks, at this point I shifted my weight back onto the couch instead of leaning forward.

“yes, but its embarrassing to talk about now” I finish my water and set it aside.

They make a “ooooh?” noise at me as I pull out my phone and look at my photos from years ago. It takes me some time but I find what i’m looking for. I turn the phone around and show them. A long time ago I had designed a beauty and the beast themed poker deck pack that never got to see a production line. I tell them that story, how I had cheerfully walked up to the printing company, holding my design portfolio, and they all looked at me bright eyed and wishful, hoping that my design saw light

“it was not to be i’m sorry to say, they turned me away saying that the design was to…basic”

“Basic!?” taehyung sounded offended on my behalf, jimin put a hand on his chest and hoeseok looked a little upset. Jungkook made his small gasp and leaned away.

“an overused narrative is what they told me in the end, I had to leave there with no deal and no way of getting my designs printed” my phone was being passed around and Jungkook was the last to see the design. He was nodding and enlarging the screen to see the finer details I put into the cards.

I fell in love with the story of the beauty and the beast, not because I fell in love with the beast, but because I saw myself as the beast. Poetically you could say my castle was my own mental state, how I liked to be alone, to deal with my problems, I only shared my thoughts when I would talk to myself at my desk or to my things like they were ‘alive’, I never considered myself beautiful or attractive. The rose being the ticking of the clock when ever I would take my headphones off, the slow reminder that time was passing, I was running out of time but for what? I couldn’t answer that question. The town having forgotten me, and I liked it that way. No old man to come steal my roses, no belle to come change me from a bitter monster to a beautiful princess. at one point in my life, I believed in magic. Those days are gone now, I’m not sure if they will ever come back

“noona, don’t be sad, now with us and the company, you can afford to print them yourself!” taehyung cheerfully bounced in place, at this point, Jungkook had take up a spot next to me on the couch, hoesoek left to go help jin, jimin and tae seated comfortably in front of me.  

“you think they are good huh?” I say chuckling “I could make the designs better, this is old work I did right out of college”

Before anyone could say anything else, I hear namjoons door open and his house slippers make a scratchy noise on the floor as he made his way towards us. Seeing him come around the corner made me open my eyes a little more and notice the boys fashion for the day. Jungkook was in a black shirt and grey sweats, barefoot, tae had his red sweater, and black sweats, also barefoot, jimin was wearing a white hoodie and jeans. I vaguely remember hoesoek was wearing a bright yellow shirt and white shorts. Namjoon, on the other hand, had on a white hoodie with some designs on it, and brown sweats.

“oh hey why are we all in the living room?”

“y/n noona is sick” jimin answered him before I could.

“oh!?” namjoon looked shocked, and he seemed to really get a good look at me.

“wow, you do look pale, do you need anything?”

Flustered, I tell him no, the boys update him about the project and he seems really excited about it but like hoesoek, he was worried about his artistic skills.

“I barely managed to create koya, how am I going to make myself based on a deck of cards?” he questioned, taking a seat on the couch next to me.

“As I told hoesoek, You wont be alone” I laugh, doing my best to comfort them.

As all good things don’t last long, I started to feel dizzy and hot. I hear jin’s voice call out

“Soup is ready!”

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Note to Self: Bring Cold Medicine [BTS Imagine] Part 1

Line up: Reader X Bangtan (yes all of them)

Genres: fluff, sweet, friendship bonds (I wanted to write something adorably sweet) 

summary: you are a Korean translator from america and project coordinator with BigHit, you have an idea for a future project with all seven of the group members and are staying over to begin the process of laying the ground work and preparing to start, you have previously been on a run episode with the boys teaching them art techniques, now, you wake up sick, and waddle your way to the living room wrapped in a blanket trying to plan your escape so you  can recover, but the biggest boy band in the world has other plans.  

It was not like I planned to get sick, as a matter of fact I didn’t have a day off today. But here I was, burrito wrapped into a big blanket and being a couch potato. I was hoping the rest of the group would stay busy working like they usually do. Working on songs, practicing choreography or playing games all day.

Like right now I could hear taehyung and Jungkook laughing in the other room, namjoon and yoongi were still in their studios, jimin, jin and hoseok left to shop.

I was on the couch, sniffling, already dozy from the medicine, but feeling hungry. The plan was to work for at least three hours before calling it a day and going out to eat alone. As it turns out, it was only about thirty minutes worth of work that needed to be done. Thankfully, I got it done in ten thanks to my burning determination to relax and rest through this cold. The problem? I was stuck in the dorms, I couldn’t mentally function enough to drive, and my nose was stuffy as all hell. Overthinking about work and how to explain to the boys that I was going to be okay stressed me out to the point I could feel my mouth go dry. This really sucked the energy out of me.I closed my eyes to rest them a little, thinking I would just take a small break from stressing about being sick, but then I heard taehyung’s door open.

Shit, they are coming, why was I so worried about them seeing me like this?

should have stayed home to end up sick, but I needed to be at their dorms for a future project. Army was always waiting for the boys to drop something, and the boys were always thinking about what to do next for army.

I open my eyes in time to see Jungkook kneeling to look into my face

“y/n, are you okay, noona?” I don’t know why but even though I’m an American he still calls me that after I failed to correct him in that one episode of run, since then I have been y/n unnie or noona by army. I preferred to be addressed as miss y/l/n but all that flew out of the window by just one not correcting armies favorite maknae. Honestly? We let him get away with too much. I didn’t understand the honorific fully until a staff member explained it. The idea of being called “big sis” by five of the seven BTS members bothered me a lot. The reason? It made me feel old and ugly compared to them, not that I would admit that to their faces.

“yes” is all I could manage to get out to him.

Jungkook had a way of looking at you with those doe eyes that melted you from the heart outward. The worry that came from those eyes only made me feel worse. I am not in the mood to deal with him right now. Taehyung moves beside him and kneels down to speak to me.

“noona, do you need anything?” he reaches out to feel my head, I manage to tell him that I need water and if they could dim the lights a little. Jungkook jumps up with a small cheerful huff and does a dramatic running motion to the kitchen, taehyung pads barefoot to turn the lights down for me.

“you have a fever noona, did you take medicine?” I tell taehyung yes, yes I did take medicine and its working, I wont need to take any more until eight o’clock tonight for sleep

“okay, do you still need help with that future project noona?” taehyung had a honey voice that made you think of soulful music, at first, I was just enjoy the sound of him until what he asked me finally registered.

“Yes, I’ll need all of bangtan to cooperate with me for the project” god was that my voice? I sounded like I was talking through sawdust, it almost hurt to talk.

By this time Jungkook had come back to hear me talk and he hissed in a sympathetic tone

“try not to talk to much y/n noona, here is some water” I thank him and shift out of the burrito blanket to take the water, my hands are shaky, despite me trying to hide that.

To my utter and complete dismay, another door opens. Both of the makneas run to report and help their hyungs with their groceries and I hear Jungkook exclaim “HYUNG! Noona is sick!”

Can you imagine jin’s “WHAT?” and j-hope’s “EEEH?” I could hear jimin’s gasp and something thud on the floor, I hear squeaking shoes hitting the word floor in some attempt to gain traction. I am so out of it that I don’t even look up to see jimin stumbling towards me, j-hope, and jin trailing behind him.

When I look up, all three of them are gingerly getting closer to me, reaching out towards me like there’s “fragile” written on my forehead. Once they see how pale and zombie like my face is , j-hope recoils, jin drops his hand but jimin places his on my forehead, mumbling about how I feel like I have a fever. Smiling, I shake my head slowly, I shouldn’t be pleased to see the look of relief on their faces when they notice me snap out of it.

“Hi boys” I say in English before switching to Korean.

“I am not feeling well, Jungkook and taehyung were starting to take care of me when you both got home, honestly I’m hungry and the medicine is making me to sleepy to function properly…would it be oka-“before I could finish Jin raises his hand to cut me off

“you are staying! And you MUST HAVE the soup I’m about to make for you” he says so dramatically that I honestly can’t argue with him, but even if I tried both jimin and j-hope both wiggled their index fingers at me saying “yeah you better stay PUT”

I don’t argue with them.

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Hello everyone

I’m a new blog but not a new writer

I’ll be writing short story imagines with BTS as characters, postings will be in chapters.

Lets have a good time ya?