Chapter Text
Yoongi wasn't one for socialisation. But, he knew that days off would be few and far between now that the album had been released, and that although he'd rather be in bed, it was nice to go out every once in a while and let loose a little with the other members. It had been Hoseok's idea originally - of course it had - to go to a club, and the others had jumped at the chance.
Naturally, he could only cope with so much. They'd agreed not to drink to much - one drink each was the limit - as they still had a schedule and images to uphold. So, after spending a few songs on the dance floor with the maknae line, Yoongi wore out pretty quickly. It was hard not to feel awkward without the warm buzz of alcohol in his veins and while some of the others found it easy, he still felt a little self-conscious.
He left Taehyung and Hoseok where they had taken up a place right in the middle of the crowd, weaving his way towards the bar at the side of the room where he felt much more comfortable. He thought his drink was well-deserved; usually, he wouldn't even have lasted this long before snaking his way away from his friends or maybe even back to the dorm. Getting to drink, even just this one glass, was a rarity for them all now that they were becoming more popular worldwide.
He muttered a quiet thank you when the bartender slid his drink to him across the bar, but it was swallowed by the heavy bass of the music and Yoongi doubted he'd even seen his mouth move through the mix of darkness and blinding neon lights. He chose to take a small sip by way of acknowledgement, instead.
"Yoongi!" It was Namjoon, threading his way forwards until he was standing beside him. Trust their leader to be keeping tabs, thought Yoongi, but with some amount of affection behind it.
"Hey," he said, placing his drink back onto the bar and swivelling round in his chair to face the younger boy.
"Sorry," Namjoon replied, almost automatically, struggling to make himself heard. "I just wanted to make sure I knew where you were."
Yoongi allowed himself to smile a little. "I'm gonna hide out over here for a bit," he replied. "It's Jimin you should be worried about." He had just noticed the younger and it was safe to say that Namjoon probably wasn't going to appreciate his state. He watched Namjoon's brow crease in confusion, and nodded his head sideways; Jimin was just visible dancing on a raised platform, clearly having drunk more than the limit they had agreed on. Namjoon rolled his eyes and swiftly headed off again, presumably to extract Jimin's drink and then get the maknae line under control. If one of them had drunk this much it was very likely that they'd done so together, as was usual.
Yoongi turned back to his drink and took a contemplative sip; it was a little more bitter than he remembered, but he drank it anyway. He needed something to take the edge off his stress, just for tonight, and the taste of it wasn't really what he was focused on.
*******
Just ten minutes later, he was regretting his decision.
The room seemed to have gotten about ten times hotter - vaguely, he wondered if somebody had turned up the heating - or maybe it was the body heat? He wasn't sure, but the crowds - previously a welcoming distraction - were now stifling, the throng of bodies closing in on him. He wanted to move, maybe get outside for some fresh air - that seemed like a good idea, right? - but his limbs weren't cooperating. He didn't think he could remember where the door was, anyway. The neon lights were hurting his eyes too much for him to be able to check.
The toilets, then. He could see the glowing signs from where he was sitting, not too far away. If he could manage to make it there then maybe he'd be able to assess his situation.
Finally decided, he was able to slide himself off the chair. He stumbled slightly as his feet hit the ground and the room tilted sideways - luckily for him, the force of the surrounding bodies alone was enough to keep him upright. He kept a hand on the wall, not trusting himself right now, and prayed that the bathroom was at least empty.
By some miracle it was. But leaving the room hadn't helped; if anything, it had only served to make matters worse. Now that he was separated from the too-loud music, there was a throbbing pain in his head just behind his eyes, and his ears were ringing loudly.
Shit.
he was gripped by a sudden cold panic as he realised what was happening. It was enough to give him the clarity of mind to fumble for his phone and hit speed dial.
it rang out the first time. Yoongi slumped against the opposite wall, his legs shaking trying to support his weight. He was beginning to feel nauseous and was forced to shut his eyes to stop the room from circling around him. Somehow, he was able to dial again.
"Yoongi-yah?" - and oh, God, he could have cried at hearing the older man's voice.
"Jin - " he gasped out, throat dry, closing up. "Seokjin - "
He couldn't find the words, couldn't wrap his mouth around them, and was left helplessly repeating Seokjin's name in a blind panic.
"Yoongi, are you okay? What's wrong?" Seokjin sounded a little more alert than he had done upon first answering the phone. Clearly his lack of honorifics was something to be taken seriously. He could hear through the phone that the elder had moved away from the music slightly.
"Jin - I'm, uh, I think - " he paused, breathing heavily. He felt worse by the second, head foggy. "Think someone spiked my drink - "
He did feel a little more relieved once he'd managed to spit the sentence out. His energy levels were rapidly lowering, and he had to double over just to stay upright, once hand pressed to his knees and the other gripping the phone tightly, like a lifeline.
"You - shit. Are you okay? Where are you?"
And Yoongi furrowed his brow, because where was he? He wasn't sure he knew anymore. He forced his eyes open, not remembering having closed them in the first place. "Uh..." he trailed off, panicking openly now. "I don't - "
"That's okay," Seokjin was quick to reassure, but Yoongi could hear the panic in his voice when it got a little quieter - "Jungkook-ah, call an ambulance. Now. Yoongi, are you outside?"
Yoongi shook his head before remembering that Jin couldn't see him. He wasn't outside, was he? What was outside? "No," he answered anyway.
"Bathroom?" Seokjin sounded more urgent now. Bathroom - that was -
"Yeah!" Yoongi managed to confirm. "M' in the bathroom - can you - "
"I'm on my way. Keep talking to me, Yoongs, okay? How are you feeling?"
"I don't know," Yoongi gasped out, feeling close to tears. His head hurt, goddamnit. "Hurts. Jin - "
"There's an ambulance on its way, we just called. Me and Kookie are gonna come get you, okay? We're almost here, stay with us."
"Yeah," he managed to agree absently, letting himself slide down to sit on the floor, leaning against it for support because his legs simply couldn't stay upright any longer.
His hand trembled as he clung to the phone with sweaty palms. He blinked a few times, trying to clear the blurriness that had settled like a film over his eyes, but it didn't help and the ringing in his ears got louder. It was a few moments before he realised he had lowered the phone from his ears and Seokjin was yelling his name through it, voice tinny and panicked.
"Yoongi, are you okay? Talk to me, Yoongi, please - "
Not sure whether he was able to move his limbs properly, he slid his thumb to put Jin on speaker. "M'kay." His words were slurred, not sounding like his own.
And then the door slammed open and there were hands, lifting him from the floor, moving him slightly - practically carrying him because he couldn't seem to make his legs do anything, and that wasn't normal - was it? And then he was lowered gently back onto the floor.
His face hitting the cold porcelain of the toilet seat lifted a little of the haze from his mind and he twisted his head around sharply. "Kook," he gasped out. He didn't remember ever being so glad to see the maknae.
Jungkook still had a phone to his ear and was speaking too rapidly to follow, seemingly relaying the events to the paramedics.
"Breathe, Yoongs," came Jin's voice in his ear, and this time he genuinely did sob because he was finally here, and Jin could make it better.
"Don' feel good," Yoongi brought one hand up to clutch at his hyung's arm, his head swimming.
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, and consequently didn't notice until it was too late that Seokjin's hands had snaked around his middle. The elder pushed down hard. Yoongi gagged, arching slightly over the toilet bowl. He swallowed thickly, feeling hot tears stream down his face.
"No, Yoongs, you gotta get it out of your system. I'm really sorry." Seokjin looked like he might cry himself, and then there was a finger probing at the back of his throat and a tightening arm around his stomach again, and this time he wasn't able to stop himself. His throat burned with bile and his eyes with stinging tears. He took deep, shuddering gasps of breath through it, hearing Seokjin's gentle voice in his ear.
Distantly, the door slammed open once again, but the sound of it make his head pound and his face contorted in pain. The bright colours of the paramedics' jackets made his vision blur, and Jungkook's face was the last thing that he saw before his consciousness slipped out of his grasp.