BTS Sickfics [Volume 2]

Taehyung: Gastritis

Requested by @emilyytz :)

Warning: Vomiting

So... here we go! First chapter of volume 2! 💜 Anyways it's pretty short because it was sort of rushed.

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"Taehyung, it's your turn for the shoot!"

Taehyung snapped out of his daze and stretched his tired limbs, trying to fight over the nausea that wouldn't leave since morning. He had woken up like this, but he didn't exactly know why. All he knew was that he didn't feel well enough to pose and do shoots for the MV of their latest comeback -- which was what he was supposed to be doing now.

But he wasn't given any choice, of course. Today was their deadline to finish all shots -- they were supposed to have another day, but yesterday, Hoseok's mother called, saying that his father had gotten into a car accident, so the dancer had to hurry back to his hometown and visit his injured dad. Fortunately, his father's condition was stable, and so he immediately rushed back.

This gave BTS only one single day to finish one third of their shooting -- their schedule was completely packed. Taehyung, however, was just not in the mood. He had tried everything he could think of -- taking nausea pills from his secret stash of medicine in his bedroom, lying down and taking a short break (though it only lasted five minutes), and eating less at breakfast, but none of them really worked.

Taehyung's best guess was that he had eaten a little too much at dinner last night, which was true -- he admitted that he had piled all that seafood onto his plate greedily. Well, it was so delicious he couldn't even stop himself, and it was probably their last feast before the comeback -- they had to go back on diets.

Grimacing as he felt his stomach twist into knots, Taehyung slowly made his way towards the green screen, and with some staff's help, he was safely strapped into bundles of wires -- that's right, today, he would be shooting a wire scene. Those ones that swung you around the place till everything around seemed to be spinning.

Usually, Taehyung would be more than excited to shoot one of these scenes. It was sort of scary but kind of fun at the same time, just like a different type of roller coaster -- how Taehyung would describe it as. But today, well, just not today. With his churning stomach, his disturbing migraine, and the burning ache in his upper abdomen, what could be worse than shooting this?

"Taehyung-ssi, are you ready?" Once again, Taehyung blinked rapidly and returned from his thoughts back to reality. "Taehyung-ssi?" The female staff member waved her hand in front of the second youngest. "Oh um- what?" Taehyung mumbled. "I asked if you're ready yet," she repeated. "Ohh," Taehyung blushed, "of course I'm ready."

"Taehyung-ah, you seem a bit off today," Seokjin approached him as the staff member left. "But I'm not," denied Taehyung. The eldest raised a brow. "Are you sure? You've turned all pale..." He turned towards the makeup artist nearby. "Hey, excuse me, could you please apply some more blush to Taehyung here?"

"Sure," she replied with a nod. As she applied the blush on Taehyung's cheeks, she frowned. "I just applied this on you... I wonder why you've turned so pale." Taehyung shrugged. "I guess I'm just hot- I mean, it's pretty warm in this room, isn't it?" He lied. She hummed in response, still unconvinced but left to do makeup on the other members.

"Alright, we'll be starting now," the director announced through his speaker. Taehyung nodded as he positioned himself and the music began. The wire began to lift Taehyung up in the air, and that second his feet left the ground, he felt sick to his stomach. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to shut out the dizziness, but it wasn't working at all.

"Taehyung-ssi, what the heck were you doing?" The director yelled from below as he ordered a staff member to lower the wires. "Didn't I tell you about what you had to do? You can't just stay still there in the air! You're wasting our time!"

Taehyung grimaced as his stomach did a flip and the sour taste of vomit rushed up his throat. "I-I'm sorry, director-nim," he muttered under his breath as he rushed towards the nearest bathroom there was. "Hey! Taehyung-ssi!" The director-nim shouted from behind. "Come back! I'm not done talking to you! You still have a couple of shoots to finish!"

However, it was too late. The splattering sounds of vomit alerted him and he looked down -- just to see a large puddle of his vomit, except that it was blood. He was so startled he froze right there as a surge of dizziness took over him. He began to sway dangerously, lurching and releasing more of stomach acid. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his members and a few staff members rushing in, but he couldn't make out what happened next as his vision turned blurry and he blacked out on the bare floor.

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"What happened to him?"

"Why did he vomit blood?"

"Will he be okay?"

Bangtan flooded the doctor with questions, who chuckled. "He's diagnosed with gastritis, which isn't very severe fortunately. I suspect that it's from a Helicobacter pylori infection, which is a bacterial infection, though we'll have to wait for the results of the tests to confirm it. He'll receive treatment from our hospital, so he'll have to stay for a while. I'll inform you of the details sooner, after the cause of his disease is officially confirmed." With that, he left.

"Taehyung, then you better rest well, okay?" Namjoon looked down at Taehyung, who was lying weakly on the hospital bed. "Ugh, and I was supposed to finish the photoshoot," pouted the second youngest unhappily. "And now I have to stay in the hospital for- for- I don't even know," he sighed.

"It's okay, Tae," Jimin wrapped his arms around the younger one's torso. "You just have to take a tiny bit of rest and you'll be back to work." Taehyung huffed. "But that means that I'll just be a stupid darn mummy lying here..."

"You won't be a stupid darn mummy with us here..." Hoseok smiled.

And he was right.

So how was it...?