You were woken up by a pain in your stomach. You tried to change your position, hoping it would go away, but you felt even more sick. You checked on your boyfriend. He was sleeping peacefully, his back turned to you. You smiled and tried going back to sleep. Unfortunately, you felt too sick. Sitting up, you felt dizzy and tired. You decided to get up and get some water, but Yoongi turned over to you with his sleepy eyes, but with a smile on his face.

Yoongi: "Morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?" He asked quietly, reaching his hand out to grab yours. You tried to smile back, but suddenly felt extremely sick and were sure you were going to throw up. You quickly let go of his hand and got up from the bed, running into the bathroom. Yoongi rubbed his eyes and sat up, watching you.

Yoongi: "Y/N? What's going on? What happened?" He got up and walked toward the bathroom door.

Yoongi: "Y/N?" He said quietly while opening the bathroom door. He saw you leaning over the toilet, trying to hold your hair.

Yoongi: "Y/N!" He ran over to you, holding your hair for you. You reached over and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe your mouth. Yoongi grabbed a small glass by the sink that you usually use for your mouth wash and filled it with water. You thanked him as he handed the glass of water to you.

Yoongi: "Can I do anything?" He asked you with a worried tone.

Y/N: "I just felt sick when I woke up. It happens sometimes. Maybe it's because of something I ate. Sometimes I throw up during the night when I have eaten too little. Anyway, don't worry about it. I'm sure it's nothing bad." You smiled before drinking some more of the water. The worried look didn't leave his face.

Yoongi: "Well, I don't wanna risk it, so go and rest until you feel better. I'll go get your pillow and blanket so you can be on the couch, and we can watch some movies together."

Before you could protest, he was already getting your stuff. You smiled slightly and stepped out of the bathroom with the empty glass. Once you got downstairs, you saw Yoongi setting up the couch and looking for the remote. You went to the kitchen to refill your glass.

Yoongi: "Hey, let me do it. You go lie down, okay?" Yoongi grabbed the glass from your hand and slightly pushed you toward the living room. You slowly walked towards the couch, still feeling dizzy and tired. You didn't want to tell him that you felt like blacking out. He would've probably started panicking even more.

A few minutes later, you heard a glass break and Yoongi cursing. You frowned.

Y/N: "Yoongi? You ok?" You called out to him.

Yoongi: "Um...yeah. The glass slipped out of my hand! I'm gonna find another one." You giggled slightly.

You started flipping through the channels before stopping on a movie that caught your interest. You put the remote on the table and lay down on the couch, pulling your blanket up to your nose.

Your resting time was cut short when you felt like throwing up again. You started breathing heavily and moving around a lot more, trying to make that feeling disappear. It didn't work. You started to try and hold the vomit back. That didn't work either and before you could try anything else, you ran to the bathroom downstairs. Yoongi saw you and sighed. You and him both knew that you weren't going to get better anytime soon.

You didn't even have anything to vomit. It felt like you were throwing up all your insides. You hated being sick like that. You had always hated vomiting. You heard Yoongi knocking on the door while you were washing your face.

Yoongi: "Y/N I think I should call and cancel my schedule for tomorrow. I'll stay at home with you." He offered.

Y/N: "No, no! You can't do that! You already made plans for tomorrow! I'll manage on my own. You can't disappoint people!" You refused. There was a silence. You looked your reflection in the mirror. It looked pretty pale. You sighed and walked out of the bathroom.

You stopped when you saw Yoongi standing in the corridor, talking to his phone. You sighed again and fell back against the wall, looking at the ceiling. 'Why can't he listen to me at least once today?' You thought to yourself.

You heard Yoongi stop the conversation. "So... I canceled all and I'm staying with you tomorrow!" He smiled happily. You sent him an angry glare. He laughed.

Yoongi: "Come on! I know you're happy about it!"

As much you wanted to deny it, it was true. You were happy.

Y/N: "What about the members? I thought you were supposed to practice together tomorrow?" You asked.

Yoongi: "Oh don't worry, I'll send them a message. Now go back to watching TV and I'll bring you your water." He said and rushed you back to the living room.

Yoongi came back with a glass of water in his hand. He placed it on the table. Yoongi sat down next to you, gently rubbing your back.

Yoongi: "I could give you a massage. Whatcha think?" He offered. You nodded slightly. He positioned himself behind you and started massaging your shoulders, which felt really nice to you.

Yoongi: "Hey...you're hot." He suddenly said very seriously. You laughed loudly. He realized what seemed funny to you and giggled a bit, but quickly turned back to serious.

Yoongi: "Well, yeah you are hot in that way all the time of course, but I meant your temperature. Wait here, I'll get the thermometer."

So that's why you felt all tired and dizzy. He came back with the thermometer and told you to lie back down.

After a few seconds, he took the thermometer, and his face formed a worried look.

Yoongi: "103...that's not good. You seem to have some kind of a serious sickness... I think I'll take a few more days off. I'll think of something, don't worry."

You sighed. You knew you couldn't argue. He wouldn't listen to you anyway, so you weren't going to waste your energy on arguing.

You had vomited two more times. Eating or drinking didn't help. Yoongi was all the time with you, comforting you.

Yoongi: "If it happens, then it's probably needed for something. Just let your system to get all that bad stuff out of it." He always said.

You were back on the couch with Yoongi, when you heard the doorbell ring.

Y/N: "Did you expect guests?" You asked, a surprised look on your face.

Yoongi: "No. I didn't invite anybody..." He got up and headed towards the front door. He definitely didn't expect THEM.

Seokjin: "Heyy! We got your message and came by to check on you and Y/N. Don't worry, we won't be here for long." Seokjin greeted. All the members were here to visit you. You surely didn't expect them. In some ways you hoped to just relax and stay home with your boyfriend, but you were really moved by the thought that they were worried about you. The members liked you from the start. You all were together often. You went to see their practices, their concerts, you went to eat with them and so on. You had really grown close to each other.

The members were asking about you and Yoongi. Yoongi told them he was planning to take a few days off to be with you, to which all of them agreed to. They tried to cheer you up by telling jokes and comforting you like Yoongi did. They recommended you some foods to eat and drinks to drink, which you all tried to remember. They weren't there for long though. They knew, you both, you and Yoongi, wanted to relax and soon they got up and started making their way out. You thanked them a lot and they wished you all good in return. You waved at each other, and they left.

It was getting late, and you still didn't seem to get better.

Yoongi: "Hey, can you stand up for a second? I'll pull the couch open so we both can sleep here. If you feel sick, you can easily get to the bathroom, and I can help you if need when I sleep here." You thought it was a good idea and stood up. He pulled the couch open and went to get his pillow, he also searched for another blanket, so you could have one blanket entirely to yourself.

Luckily, later you managed to feel better. You still felt sick but didn't need to run to the bathroom. Yoongi was lying behind you, his hand around your stomach, slowly rubbing it. His warm hand felt kind and supportive and soon you were asleep. Yoongi smiled, seeing you could finally rest. He quietly closed the TV and pulled you closer to himself. He loved you and wished nothing more for you to be always happy, loved, and well.