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Sweeter Than Sweet

⚠ TW: slight mentions of needles ⚠

•omniscient•

|f r i d a y  t h e  7 t h  o f  j u n e , 5 : 4 7 p m|

- Did you measure your sugar levels, hyung? Jungkook asked, looking worried.

- Don't worry, I did it right after we had those fluffy pains perdus ([Pronunciation = /ˈpän perˈdo͞o/ /paN perˈdY/ /ˌpæn pərˈdju/]; translation = French toasts) at that café.

They were now on their way to the 'Stade de France', about to give their best for tonight's concert and despite the excitement and the quality sleep, Yoongi had some struggles to get up this morning.

Mostly because he didn't take the time to eat yesterday evening, after the rehearsal.

What lead him to feel all weird when he woke up in the morning.

[f l a s h b a c k]

|f r i d a y   t h e  7 t h  o f  j u n e , 8 : 5 0 a m|

•yoongi•

I woke up as the alarm I set last night start to ring extremely loudly next to my sensitive ears.

I yawned, hiding under the thick blanket I took with me (hotels' blankets are always so thin and I'm always so cold) before shrieking as Jimin, my temporary roommate, ripped it harshly from my curled up body.

I groaned, protesting about how cold it was before hearing his little chuckle, that made me smile quite a bit too.

- Hyung, we have to get ready, the breakfast will be served soon and you're the last one to wake up! He said gently.

- Mmmhhhhh... I'm still tired and we don't even have to move before 5pm, y'all just want to go strolling in Paris before the concert. I whined, my eyes still glued from tiredness.

- But hyung! You promised you'd come with us, Paris is so beautiful! Jimin pleaded.

- *sigh* okay, I'm up. I said.

I finally opened my eyes and immediately start to blink them as my vision was all blurry.

Probably from the sleep.

Then I actually got up and stumbled, losing my balance as the world spun violently.

- Hyung? Are you okay? Jimin said, catching me before I hit the ground.

My eyes wandered from his face to the surroundings, I don't know where to focus.

After a few seconds, I manage to process what he actually just asked me.

- I'm hungry. I simply said.

I didn't want to tell him I haven't had any meal since yesterday afternoon.

He was worried enough for me in general so there was no need to make it worse.

- Here, have those.

He handed me a little packet of gummy bears that I hurry to shove in my mouth, all at once.

I chew on them a few times before swallowing, sighing in relief.

I know the amount of sugar in the candies I just had will be enough to risen my blood sugar levels by at least 2 mmol/l.

After a few minutes, I feel better, now able to get up.