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Broken voice
It was far too early in Yoongi's opinion, six am in not a natural time to be up. But alas, the rapper was roused from his "Short" slumber, by the yells and screams of the resident loud mouth, Taehyung.
The rapper cussed, turning in his duvet to snuggle his head deep within, hoping to block out the insistent, annoying, loud cries.
"What on Earth is he even yelling about?" Yoongi mentally groaned, Jimin and himself had been up until two am, recording some lines for a piece that Yoongi had been working on, they have been at it for almost three weeks now, with comebacks kicking up again, last night was their last chance.
"Jin Hyung! Come quick!" Taehyung screeched as he flung the door open, Jin leapt out of the bed as soon as he saw the panicked stricken face of the boy and raced after him. Yoongi relished the momentary silence, just falling back into slumber, until he was roughly shaken and dragged out of bed.
"What the fuck?!" he cried out, Jin didn't say a word until he dragged the dark haired rapper into the room that Taehyung shared with Jimin and Hoseok, who were both on Jimin's bed, with Hoseok leaning over Jimin's quivering form.
"What's going on?" Yoongi asked, suddenly feeling worried.
"You tell me" Jin snarled, which struck Yoongi hard.
"What? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Yoongi bristled, the fight was stopped when Jimin sat up on his bed, his face pale, eyes bloodshot and teary, his lips looked like they were tinted red.
"Jiminie?" Yoongi stepped forward.
"Hy-ung... I'm... Sorry" Jimin's voice was barely there, rough and croaky as if the young boy had just swallowed glass. Yoongi blanked, hearing the scratchiness of the boy's voice was too much. His eyes wide as they took in the frail and distraught vocalist.
"He just woke up coughing.... And.... this" Taehyung pulled out of his sweatpants, a handerchief, which was cover in red splatters.
"Is that...?"
Jimin began hacking up coughing again, his hands shooting up to cover his mouth, his shoulders hunched as his whole body shook with the intensity of the attack. Yoongi sprung into action then, sitting by the younger, forcing Hoseok out of the way, to start rubbing between his shoulders.Once the coughing had ceased, Jimin slowly pulled his hands away, only for him and everyone to gasp as his palms were speckled in blood.
"Oh my God..." Taehyung spoke lowly, Jin was already rushing to Namjoon's and Jungkook's room, probably to inform of the situation and calling their manager. Hoeseok was now running to the kitchen, grabbing water and Yoongi remained frozen to the spot.
"Hyung...It hurts" Jimin's voice trembled.
"Shush, try not to talk too much" Yoongi hushed him.
"Jimin! manager-nim is calling for a doctor to come and see you, he will be here soon" Jin poked his head through the door, moving out of the way only for when Hoseok returned.
"However the rest of us need to head for studios, well except Yoongi....."Jin gave a hard, meaningful glare to the rapper, promising death.
"I will take care of him" Yoongi huffed, already fearing for his life. Hoseok placed the glass of water by Jimin's bed, giving him a concerned look.
"Hobi-hyung, come, we must go. Take care of him Yoongi-hyung" Namjoon called from the corridor, everyone bid their farewells.
"Call me when the doctor has been" Jin said.
"Will do" Yoongi nodded and then it was just the two of them. It was silent between the two, Jimin now sipping at the cool drink, whilst Yoongi waited for the so-called doctor to arrive.
"I'm sorry" Jimin whimpered, his voice cracking.
"I thought I said stop talking? You don't have anything to be sorry about."
"But... Be-cause of me -cough- you are missing -cough- practice" Jimin coughed, spluttering as guilt ate at him. Yoongi frowned, the dark haired boy feeling his irritation rise.
"For once, just once, can you worry about yourself? You're coughing up blood, and you're sorry for me missing practice?!"
The pink haired singer winced at his Hyung's raised voice, falling deeper into despair as now he had made his Hyung angry at him.
"I'm sor-ry" Jimin choked, his eyes stinging with tears, his breathing increasing.
"Jimin calm down" Yoongi panicked when he realised what was happening. But it was too late, Jimin succumbed to another round of coughs, ore blood splattering his lips and fingers and now the duvet.
"Am... Am I dying?" Jimin asked once he settled down again, Yoongi made him drink more water after he cleaned the blood away.
"Of course not, don't be silly" Yoongi muttered, then there was a knock on the door.
"That must be the doctor, Jimin answer only when you need to, and tell the truth" Yoongi warned as he went to open the door.
Yoongi opened to the door to see a tall male, mid 40's, slightly greying hair, dressed in a plain white shirt and black dress pants.
"Min Yoongi, I assume?" The man smiled as he bowed.
"Yeah, you're the doctor?"
"Yes, I am Doctor Chung, your Manager called and informed me of the minor details" Dr Chung stated as he kicked off his shoes, Yoongi quickly led him to Jimin's room, where the pinkette still remained sat on his bed.
"Jimin-ssi?" The doctor asked as Yoongi moved out of the way.
"Ye-Yes" Jimin croaked.
"Oh, yes you have been through an ordeal haven't you? Right, nod or shake your head, unless it requires a verbal response, but we will try to avoid those, ok?" Jimin nodded.
"There you go, good. So, from what I have been told, you woke up coughing up blood, correct?" Another nod, the doctor pulled out a notebook and pen, and began to jot down
notes.
"Right, I can understand why that caused you concern. Has your throat been feeling irritated for the past couple of days?" Jimin nodded.
"Weeks?" Nod
"Months?" Shake
"Less then a month?" Jimin nodded,Yoongi screwed his brows in a frown, how long? Him and Jimin have been recording and all sorts for around a month, and the younger hasn't said a word.
"Have you recently suffered a cold?"
"Yes, last month" Yoongi answered, Jimin looked at him, his eyes wide but he quickly glanced away when he saw the stern look in his Hyung's eyes.
"I see, Jimin may I feel your throat?" The Doctor asked as he put on a set of gloves, Jimin lifted his chin, stretching out his neck, he winced when the doctor placed his hands under his jaw.
"Hmm, have you been suffering from any ear aches recently?"
"What has that got to do with anything?" yoongi butt in.
"It's all connected, Yoongi-ssi"
"Well, your glands are indeed swollen, open your mouth for me" Jimin did so, and the doctor pulled out a pen like torch from his pocket, and flashed it into Jimin's mouth, humming as he did so.
"Ah, as I though, you have tonsillitis" The doctor answered. Jimin's eyes widened, he tried to speak but the doctor was still searching his throat.
"So, why the blood?" Yoongi questioned.
"Normally, tonsillitis can settle down after four-five days, if seen to immediately. However, I am guessing that he hasn't been taking the best care of himself?" The doctor released Jimin's chin.
"We have been working on songs"
"He has irritated the tonsils, to the point the puss-capsules are rupturing, and then bleed. If he continues, he could damage his vocal chords"
Jimin looked up to his Hyung in panic.
"What can we do?"
"I wil prescribe some penicillen, but he has ti drink plenty of water, avoid solid food, eat soup or ramen noodles, only when cool enough. Ice cream can really help with inflamed tonsils, then rest your throat." The doctor turned to face Jimin with a look of finality in his words.
"Thank you, Doctor Chung"
"Please pick up the penicillin tomorrow, and see if he can eat some ice cream today. Take care Jimin-ssi" The doctor bowed before being shown out by Yoongi.
Jimin was left to his thoughts, which mainly swirled with the of darkness of self-hate and blame; he screwed his eyes shut as they threatened to spill over from the hot burning ache in his chest as all he could conclude from his self-loathing was that he had destroyed everything.
Yoongi returned, with a bowl of ice-cream in one hand and his phone in the other, pressed to his ear.
"Yeah, said to eat stuff like soup or noodles, and loads of ice cream, yeah I...." Yoongi stopped mid-sentence when he saw the crying figure of Jimin sat on the bed, with his head between his knees.
"I'll call you back"
Yoongi placed both the bowl and his phone on the bed side table, before wrapping his arms around the pinkette's shoulders.
"Jiminie, what is the matter?"
"I'm ruined" came the sniffled reply, Yoongi released a heavy sigh, having already foreseen this; he knew that the younger had body image issues already, and had no self confidence at all, so this was putting a major dent in the boy's mental/emotional state.
"You're not ruined, you're ill, we have all been ill Jimin. You just now have to take care of yourself" The rapper placed the bowl into Jimin's hands, or at least tried, but the pinkette still refused to budge. So Yoongi gripped Jimin by the back of his shirt and pulled him backwards, so that the younger was propped up against the headboard of his bed.
"Now, you're going to eat that ice-cream, and you will listen." Yoongi growled when he was with wide, confused stricken eyes. He once again thrusted the bowl into Jimin's lap, then grabbed the spoon, filling it with the cold treat.
"I am the one who should be sorry -shut up and eat- I am sorry because it was me who made you sing for hours on end, it was my desire and lust for perfection that forced you to carry on. I kept you behind, kept you late, to the point where we barely ate or slept, fuck... I don't think we even washed half the time. I should've paid more attention, but I failed as your Hyung"
It was silent, Jimin staring with wet eyes that threatened to spill again, Yoongi tsked and fed Jimin the dessert, smiling softly at the look of relief on Jimin's face as he swallowed and it cooled his heated throat. He did this until the bowl was completely empty.
"Tae is going to be so jealous" Jimin beamed, Yoongi scolded him for talking, but agreed none the less.
After the dessert was finished and the exhaustion had finally caught up, Jimin was out like a light, curled up at Yoongi's side with his head on the elder's lap. Yoongi gently carded his fingers through Jimin's pink strands, careful not to catch them on any knots or tangles.
He was browsing on his phone, swiping through his social media and pictures, he almost dropped the device when it began to vibrate in his hand.
-Jin-Huyung- "How is he?"
Yoongi sighed at the text, not bothering to reply, instead he took a picture of the sleeping boy next to him.
-Jin-Hyung- "Aww my poor baby. How long did the doctor say until his throat heals?"
Rolling his eyes, he admitted defeat and replied.
-Suga- "Says it can take up to two weeks"
-Jin-Hyung- "Ok, we will be back late tonight. Take care of him"
-Suga- "Of course"
Yoongi sighed as he put his phone away. He wrapped his arms around Jimin's frame, holding him tight, slowly dozing off to the soft sounds of Jimin's breathing.
....
Yoongi was abruptly shook out of his sleep by the sound of retching coughs, Yoongi felt around to find the bed empty and that the sound was coming from out of the room. Quickly he leapt out of the bed and ran down to the bathroom, where the horrid noises were coming from.
"Jimine! Please let me in" He knocked.
"It's -cough- open" Jimin's hoarse voice just barely audible through the door.
The rapper was not at all prepared for the sight before him, his poor Donsaeng crouched over the toilet, the rim of the porcelain bowl, clutched in a white knuckled grip, with blood splattered around the edge. The mop of pink hair clinging to the sides of Jimin's face, skin pale and frail. His lips again stained red.
"Hyu-ng" Jimin whimpered as he allowed himself to fall backwards from the basin, but not far as Yoongi sank to his knees to catch him.
"I've got you, Jiminie" Yoongi cooed as he stroked the sweat soaked hair. Jimin's entire body trembled from the aftershock, the poor boy could barely swallow down air as his throat burned. Yoongi scooped the boy up in his arms, returning him to the bedroom, he then wrapped up the ill boy in blankets before going to fetch some fresh, cool water.
Weak from his coughing fit, Jimin's body shook to the point where he couldn't hold the glass. Yoongi tilted the water to Jimin's pale lips, urging him desperately to drink.
"My poor Jimine" The older rapper cooed as Jimin gulped down the liquid. Once finished, Yoongi got them settled once more, fluffing the pillows, so his Jimin was comfortable.
"Hyung...." Jimin whimpered, his voice no more above a whisper, almost completely gone.
"Jiminie, please rest your voice. Tomorrow I will go get your medicine and then I will do everything in my power to help you get better" Yoongi said as he stroked Jimin's cheeks, feeling the clammy skin under his finger tips.
The singer nodded his head, submitting to his Hyung's simple demand, soon sleep took him again and Yoongi watched with guilt ridden eyes throughout the night.
.....
The pair had only woken up three times more through the night due to Jimin's coughing.But by the time morning rose, Jimin was beyond exhausted. His eyes had sunken in, deep purple/black circles underneath, his complexion a now ashen white. His forehead permanently damp with sweat, his voice, non-existent.
Yoongi rushed around, grabbing water and yogurts, anything the singer could possibly swallow. But the pinkette could hardly stay awake, his body fatigued and spirit broken.
"Look at him, I have never seen anyone this bad before" Jin whined as he stood next to the singers bed. Yoongi had kicked Hoseok and Taehyung out as soon as the band had returned, the duo sulking with worry in their band mates rooms.
"Just make sure he drinks water, Hyung. I have to go grab his medicine." Yoongi said as he threw on his jacket.
"Yoongi-ah, I don't want to see this happen again, to Jimin or anyone. So we will talk about this once Jimin recovers." Jin's voice had lowered to his more serious tone, his caring motherly nature now in full effect, and Yoongi was sensible enough to not argue with his Hyung when such stern expression was on his face.
"Don't worry, Hyung. I will make sure this never happens again" Yoongi promised as he left. And true to his word, he kept his eyes on everyone during their practices.
Jimin recovered a week and a half later. No more late recordings, no strenuous regimes, Yoongi kept an eagles eye on Jimin. He stopped whenever he felt like the boy's voice wavered, or he looked like he as pushing too much.
He never wanted to not hear his boy's voice again, and he cherished every moment Jimin spoke, laughed and especially when he sang. For an angel should not have their voice broken.
The End.