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Yoongi sits on the edge of his bed, clutching his stomach. He limits his movements and attempts to settle his relentless nausea. Focusing on his breathing, he chants in his mind; in and out, in and out, in and-
He's hit with a horrible, blinding, sickening pain in his stomach. Doubling over, he almost pukes all over the bedroom floor. He lifts his head up to stare at the wall, a confused expression plastered on his sickly pale face. It doesn't make sense, he knows that he didn't eat anything bad, and getting sick before a concert is a nightmare.
The early morning sun hits his eyes when he looks out the window, trying to find something to distract himself from the worsening pain and discomfort. Looking at the time on my phone, he groans, it's 8:06. Someone should be barging into his room soon.
He has no idea how he'll get through the day, let alone the concert at 4.
Hearing a knock at his door, he guesses who it'll be. "Yoongi-hyung?" It's Hoseok. Figured it'd be him, that man is afraid everything but waking him up. "Yoongi-hyung~? Are you still asleep~?" He waits a moment for the boy to respond, but he keeps his mouth shut out of fear of puking. Slowly opening the door, he pokes his head in. His expression quickly changes from excited to worried. "Yoongi? Are you sick?"
Yoongi glares at him, carefully saying, "No. I'm not sick." He removes his arms from his torso to play the part. Hoseok's hand moves far too close to Yoongi's forehead for his liking, he swat at the hand. "Hoseok, I'm fine."
Humming in disapproval, and definitely not looking convinced, he says, "Then, come with me, and eat breakfast." He grabs Yoongi's hand, and drags him out of the room. Hopefully his discomfort isn't noticed, and Hobi won't tell them what he saw. Thankfully, he says nothing about it.
"I got Yoongi-hyung!" Hobi cackles in a silly voice to the other members in the kitchen. They cheer half-heartedly, and he gives them an animated bow. "Thank you! Thank you!"
Yoongi sits in an empty chair at the table. The sight of the food lied out makes his stomach clench, refusing to even be near it. "Thank you, Huyng..... But I'm not that hungry right now."
Jin looks at him with an expression that can can only be called 'furious eomma'. "Yah, Yoongi-ah. Don't tell me you're just flat-out refusing." He says, the anger apparent in his tone. Yoongi simply shakes his head in response.
"That's not it."
Seokjin sighs, saying, "Yoongi don't lie to your hyung."
Hobi creeps up behind Yoongi, and places his head on his elder's shoulder, hugging his waist. "Yoongi-hyung, you need to eat to keep your abs."
"What abs?" He exhales, and pushes Hobi off himself, just hard enough that he gets his perturbed message. "It's not like I haven't got a reason," He tells them. They all wear skeptical looks. "I'm just not that hungry right now."
"We're leaving for practice in a little over an hour. The lunch break should be light, and I don't like the idea of you practicing, and ending up performing with so little food in you. So, I'm forcing you to eat the food Jin-hyung made." Namjoon's eyes pierced through him the whole time he spoke. His dominant leader tone makes anyone feel smaller, so he grabs a pair of chopsticks. A pause, makes Namjoon add, "Or do we have to feed you ourselves?"
The air heats around him, not at all helping his fever. A whimper creeps up his throat, but never leaves. Hoseok grabs the utensils from his hand, picks up a piece of meat, and feeds it to him. The process repeats until Yoongi can't stomach any more. Hobi sighs in content.
He could barely swallow each bite, luckily he didn't throw up, though he did felt extremely nauseous afterwards.
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As expected, the car ends up being the worst part of this horrendous ordeal.
They move vertically with the vehicle at each inconvenient hill in the road. Every time they go up, Yoongi's stomach lurches, and every time they go down, hus brain gets a micro-migraine. He wimpers involuntarily, and sneakily hold onto his stomach tightly.
"Yoongi?" Seokjin softly rubs his neck, causing him to lean into it. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, hyung." Pausing for a quick second, he chokes back vomit. "The hills are just really bumpy."
"I'll say." Hoseok wines. Everyone laughs at his comment. Taking the opportunity to curl in on himself, he presses his knees up to hid chest, and takes deep breaths.
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The practices go smoothly, at least for the other members. Yoongi's joints crack in pain with every position change. His stomach constantly cramps, flaring up badly whenever he falls, only worrying his boyfriends more.
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They all meet with the outfit stylists. they're told what to wear, and are shoved in dressing rooms to change. He put on the pastel outfit, a rough resemblance of the aesthetic from the DNA MV. It matches his mint hair. Messing with the hem of the jacket, his stomach gurgles with unnatural nausea.
Next, he heads over to sit in the stylist's seat as she does his makeup. She notices his abnormally flushed cheeks, but brushes them off, and covers them with light cosmetics. She finishes, and it seems like she wants to ask something, but she shakes her head, ignoring it.
He sits down in a comfortable chair, relaxing himself just before the performance.
Hobi shakes his shoulder. "Yoongi." He's met with an enraged hyung, who definitely noticed the lack of honorifics. "Yoongi-hyung, you've been acting really off today. I don't think it's too late to tell the managers that you're sick."
"It's too late." Yoongi mumbles under a broken breath.
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They open up with Fake Love, the difficult choreography taking all of the little strength he has, and more. He pushs through it though, with ARMY's cheers holding him up. Utilizing the final pose, he rests on Jungkook for a slight while. The lights dim, they get back into position.
The lights shine brightly, are they brighter then before? His breathing accelerates, and heart pounds fast as the beginning to DNA starts to play. He spins on the heels of his feet before his head falls to meet them.