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DAY6 <The Book of Us : The Demon>

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Injury angst for writing dummies.

Hospitals and injury are always such a staple of angst fics, but 9 times out of 10 the author has clearly never been in an emergency situation and the scenes always come off as over-dramatized and completely unbelievable. So here’s a crash course on hospital life and emergencies for people who want authenticity. By someone who spends 85% of her time in a hospital. 

Emergency Departments/Ambulances.

Lights and sirens are usually reserved for the actively dying. Unless the person is receiving CPR, having a prolonged seizure or has an obstructed airway, the ambulance is not going to have lights and sirens blaring. I have, however, seen an ambulance throw their lights on just so they can get back to the station faster once. Fuckers made me late for work.

Defibrillators don’t do that. You know, that. People don’t go flying off the bed when they get shocked. But we do scream “CLEAR!!” before we shock the patient. Makes it fun.

A broken limb, surprisingly, is not a high priority for emergency personnel. Not unless said break is open and displaced enough that blood isn’t reaching a limb. And usually when it’s that bad, the person will have other injuries to go with it.

Visitors are not generally allowed to visit a patient who is unstable. Not even family. It’s far more likely that the family will be stuck outside settling in for a good long wait until they get the bad news or the marginally better news. Unless it’s a child. But if you’re writing dying children in your fics for the angst factor, I question you sir. 

Unstable means ‘not quite actively dying, but getting there’. A broken limb, again, is not unstable. Someone who came off their motorbike at 40mph and threw themselves across the bitumen is. 

CPR is rarely successful if someone needs it outside of hospital. And it is hard fucking work. Unless someone nearby is certified in advanced life support, someone who needs CPR is probably halfway down the golden tunnel moving towards the light. 

Emergency personnel ask questions. A lot of questions. So many fucking questions. They don’t just take their next victim and rush off behind the big white doors into the unknown with just a vague ‘WHAT HAPPENED? SHE HIT HER HEAD?? DON’T WORRY SIR!!!’ They’re going to get the sir and ask him so many questions about what happened that he’s going to go cross eyed. And then he’s going to have to repeat it to the doctor. And then the ICU consultant. And the police probably. 

In a trauma situation (aka multiple injuries (aka car accident, motorbike accident, falling off a cliff, falling off a horse, having a piano land on their head idfk you get the idea)) there are a lot of people involved. A lot. I can’t be fucked to go through them all, but there’s at least four doctors, the paramedics, five or six nurses, radiographers, surgeons, ICU consultants, students, and any other specialities that might be needed (midwives, neonatal transport, critical retrieval teams etc etc etc). There ain’t gonna be room to breathe almost when it comes to keeping someone alive.

Emergency departments are a life of their own so you should probably do a bit of research into what might happen to your character if they present there with some kind of illness or injury before you go ahead and scribble it down.

Wards

Nurses run them. No seriously. The patient will see the doctor for five minutes in their day. The nurse will do the rest. Unless the patient codes.

There is never a defibrillator just sitting nearby if a patient codes. 

And we don’t defibrillate every single code. 

If the code does need a defibrillator, they need CPR.

And ICU. 

They shouldn’t be on a ward. 

There are other people who work there too. Physiotherapists will always see patients who need rehab after breaking a limb. Usually legs, because they need to be shown how to use crutches properly.

Wards are separated depending on what the patient’s needs are. Hospitals aren’t separated into ICU, ER and Ward. It’s usually orthopaedic, cardiac, neuro, paediatric, maternity, neonatal ICU, gen surg, short stay surg, geriatric, palliative…figure out where your patient is gonna be. The care they get is different depending on where they are.

ICU.

A patient is only in ICU if they’re at risk of active dying. I swear to god if I see one more broken limb going into ICU in a fic to rank up the angst factor I’m gonna shit. It doesn’t happen. Stop being lazy. 

Tubed patients can be awake. True story. They can communicate too. Usually by writing, since having a dirty great tube down the windpipe tends to impede ones ability to talk. 

The nursing care is 1:1 on an intubated patient. Awake or not, the nurse is not gonna leave that room. No, not even to give your stricken lover a chance to say goodbye in private. There is no privacy. Honestly, that nurse has probably seen it all before anyway. 

ICU isn’t just reserved for intubated patients either. Major surgeries sometimes go here post-op to get intensive care before they’re stepped down. And by major I mean like, grandpa joe is getting his bladder removed because it’s full of cancer. 

Palliative patients and patients who are terminal will not go to ICU. Not unless they became terminally ill after hitting ICU. Usually those ones are unexpected deaths. Someone suffering from a long, slow, gradually life draining illness will probably go to a general ward for end of life care. They don’t need the kind of intensive care an ICU provides because…well..they’re not going to get it??

Operations.

No one gets rushed to theatre for a broken limb. Please stop. They can wait for several days before they get surgery on it. 

Honestly? No one gets ‘rushed’ to theatre at all. Not unless they are, again, actively dying, and surgery is needed to stop them from actively dying. 

Except emergency caesarians. Them babies will always get priority over old mate with the broken hip. A kid stuck in a birth canal and at risk of death by pelvis is a tad more urgent than a gall stone. And the midwives will run. I’ve never seen anyone run as fast as a midwife with a labouring woman on the bed heading to theatres for an emergency caesar.

Surgery doesn’t take as long as you think it does. Repairing a broken limb? Two hours, maybe three tops. Including time spent in recovery. Burst appendix? Half an hour on the table max, maybe an hour in recovery. Caesarian? Forty minutes or so. Major surgeries (organs like kidneys, liver and heart transplants, and major bowel surgeries) take longer. 

You’re never going to see the theatre nurses. Ever. They’re like their own little community of fabled myth who get to come to work in their sweatpants and only deal with unconscious people. It’s the ward nurse who does the pick up and drop offs. 

Anyway there’s probably way, way more that I’m forgetting to add but this is getting too long to keep writing shit. The moral of the story is do some research so you don’t look like an idiot when you’re writing your characters getting injured or having to be in hospital. It’s not Greys Anatomy in the real world and the angst isn’t going to be any more intense just because you’re writing shit like it is. 

Peace up.

[jackdaw-kraai]

Peter Parker, a Gen Z kid, screws up: Fuck, guess I’ll kill myself.

Steve Rogers, an artist during the 30’s and a soldier during WWII who knows full well what Dadaism and fatalistic humor are: There’s bleach under the sink–

Bucky Barnes, the guy who listened to Steve’s art rants in the 30’s, watched his back in WWII and went through 70+ years of shit: –And a rope in the supply closet if you want options.

Rest of the Avengers: ?????!!!!!!!?????

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Shuri, also a gen z kid: don’t be a coward, jump out the window. Have some style would you

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Vision, the human internet who knows what Gen Z humor is: do a flip

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Jimin: You're not you when you're hungry!

Jin, always hungry: W-who am I

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I’ve been watching this for 10 minutes and it still doesn’t stop being funny

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[unheathyseoulfood]

Aphrodisiac pt1

Description :After exhausting all of your financial resources, you end up resorting to donating blood just so you can get by. It turned out well until you found yourself faced with the question of whether or not you wanted to become a personal blood bank to someone who has possibly become addicted

Pairing : Vampire Jin x Reader

Word Count : 1,608

Genre : angst, humour, (eventual) smut

a/n : It’s shitty…but it’s a start. It’ll get better I swear.

You sat there anxiously, picking at the lint on the sleeves of your oversized sweater. The silence in the room may have been comforting or soothing to those around you but for you it was hell. It left you alone with nothing but your way too loud thoughts ringing in your ears asking the question of whether or not you were actually this desperate for money. There had to be another option.

You almost snorted at that, shaking the thought away. It was either this or stripping.  Seeing as though you couldn’t be sexy even if your life depended on it, you should probably keep your non-existent ass where you currently were.

To any normal person you may look like any other 23 year old girl sitting in the waiting room of a doctor’s office for an appointment. However, you weren’t. In fact you were a broke ass, barely getting by on ramen ass, 23 year old art major sitting in the room of a blood bank for vampires, waiting to see if your blood was clean enough to donate, so you could get some money to pay your rent because life’s a bitch, and you’d prefer to not be sleeping in a cardboard box for the winter.

To say you’d had it hard for the past two years since coming to university would be an understatement. Balancing work and school to pay your tuition was not easy task but somehow you had managed.

Until about 2 months ago, when your former boss had offered you a raise if you’d blow him in the supplies closet, which resulted in him having a bloody nose and you being a jobless bitch.

Now here you were, behind on your rent, empty cupboards and not knowing where the first dime would come from. You’d been scanning the newspaper trying to find another job when you first saw the advertisement. At first it looked a little absurd to you with bold letters saying you could donate a pint of blood to help feed the city’s vampire population and get paid for your donation.You didn’t know much about vampires, apart from the basic knowledge that they drank human blood. The thought was a bit off putting to you at first, but after about a week of contemplation, fueled by your growing hunger and multiple threats from your landlord, you had eventually caved and made the trip down to the clinic.

They’d drawn a sample of your blood for testing to see if it was fit for donation. Depending on your results, they would class your blood based on its quality and pay you according to which class you fell in.

You’d read multiple stories of persons who had gotten up to 3 grand for a pint of blood because of how high quality it was. You prayed to God that the months of eating ramen, bread and animal crackers hadn’t messed with your health too much, because if you ended up getting $50 for some crappy blood, you were just gonna lay in the road.

“Ms. y/l/n?”

You flinched as you heard your name being called. Looking up, you met the steady stare of the receptionist as she indicated for you to come over. She smiled softly at you as she held out a slip of paper and a pen.

“Congratulations you’ve been approved for donation. You just have to fill out this consent form and then go to the white door on your left and you’ll be given further instructions from there” she stated ,as she began indicating to specific parts of the paper and explaining them to you.

Within the span of the next 4 hours you were back into your apartment, curled up under a blanket and eating actual food. You’d been nervous about the whole thing, but before you knew it, it was over and you were walking towards the bank with a check for $2000 clutched in your hands. The only sign you had that you’d given blood was the patch on your arm and the lingering weakness you felt in your bones. You’d had enough to pay for the rent you’d owed and to buy food to last for at least a month.

For the first time in 2 months you didn’t have a massive dark cloud of anxiety looming over your head, and you might as well enjoy it while it lasted. As soon, as the high from this wore off you knew you’d be back to anxious, depressed mess as you searched for a job. You’d spent the last of your savings to make the deadline for the tuition payments so at least that was out of the way. Buy u still needed supplies, food and rent money. Working at your last job may have been hell but the pay was decent and it had been enough to let u live somewhat comfortably. It wasn’t going to be easy finding another one that paid so well.

Just thinking about it made your head throb and you just decided to just leave it for another day.

Two weeks had passed and you still hadn’t found a job. It was getting closer to the beginning of your semester and you were this close to just donating more blood. You were less than 2 weeks away and you had no books, no supplies, nothing.

It’s not like you could beg your parents for help. They’d been adamant about disowning you if you went into anything outside of business field. They told you that you wouldn’t survive without their support and you weren’t about to let 2 years worth of proving them wrong go down the drain.

You grunted as you dragged yourself from your small couch to the kitchen to drown your sorrows in a tub of cookies and cream ice cream. 

You were almost halfway down the tub when you felt your phone vibrate beside you. You hit the accept button without looking at the number. “Hello?”

“Ms.Y/L/N,?” you heard the familiar voice of the receptionist from the clinic say. You instantly shot up, every possible worst case scenario flitting through your brain. She hadn’t even said anything and you losing your shit over absolutely nothing.

“I’m calling on behalf of Dr. Choi, the head of the clinic. There are a few things he’d like to discuss with you regarding the donation you made and the client who received it. He’d like to meet with you as soon as possible. is there anytime that you will be free to come down to the clinic this week?” she inquired. You eyed the clock on the wall across from you. It was just a little after 1.

“I’m free at the moment actually. I could come now, I mean if it’s ok with him” You hoped she said yes, if you didn’t see him today, all the possible reasons why he wanted to speak to you would have kept you wide awake all night. And your really weren’t in the mental state for anymore sleepless nights. 

You could hear her fingers tapping furiously against the keys of the keyboard as she paused, telling you to hold for a minute while she checked his schedule.

“That would be perfect actually. He has a free slot at 2:45.” You thanked her for calling you and hung up, assuring her you’d be there. 

You quickly got dressed and took a short walk to the bus stop. The whole time you were in the bus your brain started coming up with all the possible ways you could have fucked this one up.Maybe they wanted their money back because your blood poisoned someone. Could you even poison a vampire? But if you killed someone, that technically makes you a murderer and murderers go to prison.

…

Fuck.

You weren’t cut out for prison. You weren’t even cut out for life for God’s sake. You buried your face in your palms. You’re being way too extra right now. All of those reasons were dumb. You took a deep breath in an attempt to steady your erratic heartbeat. There was nothing to be worried about. They didn’t want the money back, you hadn’t killed anyone and you weren’t going to prison. 

It was easier to convince yourself once you were seated across from Dr.Choi in his office.

He looked to be in his early 40′s, his neatly cut black hair littered with patches of white and grey, tall and broad shouldered with sharp eyes that still somehow held enough warmth to put your troubled mind at ease.

“I’m glad you were able to meet with me this quickly despite the short notice. You must be wondering why you were summoned so suddenly “. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. You tapped your foot against the mahogany floor boards, waiting for what he had to say.

”As you know, we are a blood clinic who’s sole purpose is to keep the vampire population well fed. The blood is distributed randomly to the population based on the class of blood they order. Therefore every time they get a supply it’s from a completely different person. However, there are some cases in which a vampire receives a specific bag of blood, and they find it particularly… enticing. They want more of it and they feel like if they couldn’t get another taste of the blood they’d go insane. They become addicted in a sense. So they request a blood bond contract with the individual who donated the blood. It’s a very common occurrence actually. This is the case with you. You’ve been requested for a blood bond contract"

[jinfesta]

That eating one really looks like Jin (cr)

[bemusedlybespectacled]

fucking christ I am sobbing

“If the men find out we can shapeshift, they’re going to tell the church!“

[pyreo]

i didnt learn anything about contouring but that’s okay

[robotlyra]

Her fuckin Katherine Hepburn Done With Everything accent is killing me

[demonicae]

I am sat at my desk… head in my hands… crying with laughter.

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BTS Reaction S/O is a translator (hyung line)

this ended up being really long, so i’m splitting them. lysm <3

When they were told a new translator, the translator, was finally joining their team, they were relieved (specially Namjoon, knowing he wouldn’t have to keep translating six monkeys alone). Korean, english, spanish, german, french, and even russian. You were known from being a genius. You have worked from EXO to One Direction, always travelling, always ready. And though you never though of joining a permanent group, when BigHit approached with the offer, you just couldn’t keep your inner ARMY away, and before you knew it, the contract has been signed and you were travelling back to Seoul, ready to write a new fucking chapter in your life. Ready to write someone in.

KIM SEOKJIN

Jin knew he wasn’t the best dancer, singer, rapper. He knew he couldn’t take really good pictures nor make actually funny jokes. He also knew you were the most beautiful human he had ever seen, and that he did not feel as someone up to you. But then, there was one thing he was certain about: he was an awesome chef.

He used your knowledge in languages to make you help him translate recipes. He had a triple price: a new plate to be tasted, a few more words in his vocabulary (though, being honest, he just copied the recipes back in korean and never looked back at the original), and some time alone with you. It didn’t matter to you, in the end. If there was something you loved even more than travelling and dictionaries, it was food. And Jin’s dishes were the most magical things you have ever tasted.

They say that to conquer a man, you have to conquer his stomach. Lets just say that it works just as fine with you. Before realising it, you found yourself thinking about him at each second. You though of his smile, his gentle touch, his lame jokes, those broad shoulders. The way he always seemed to cook with so much passion, and with some much love when you were with him. So when he made you that small simple dish that you have once mentioned  was your favorite food from your country on your first dinner, you couldn’t help but grab his face and smash your lips together, trying to make him feel as good as he and his food made you feel.

Jin would never be happier. He loved bragging about his genius bae, and you loved bragging about your amazing chef. And though he may never really learn everything you spoke, and yoo might never know how to toast bread without burning it, everything was okay. Your hearts, your mouths, and your tummies had each other, and you knew you didn’t need anything more.

MIN YOONGI

At first he tried to act unnimpressed. Yes, you knew a lot of languages, so what? It was not like you were better than anyone else. And you didn’t think that way, of course, but Min Yoongi was scared of never being enough. It was at that point that he started trying.

You noticed your notebooks, dictionaries, and text books disappeared and reappeared sporadically, with some new scribbles or some lazy post-its on the side. And then, in the middle of an interview, Yoongi would manage to answer a question in a rustic german without letting you say a word. You knew exactly what was happening then, specially when you caught his arrogant smile as he answered confidently. He was challenging, but you would not let him win.

You reached victory a couple nights after, when you caught him on the act of sneaking one of your textbooks and notebooks. Yoongi looked defeated, blushed, and terrified as you pushed him into the room again, closing the door. After staring at him for a minute, you took the book out of his hands, recognizing your Français pour les débutants sample. Cracking a soft smile, you grabbed his hand and sit him on the bed, taking an almost new notebook and starting to teach him a little. And even though you didn’t say a thing, his soft gummy smile, the first one devoted to you, stayed on your mind the whole night.

A month after that, it had became a routine from him to sneak onto your bedroom almost everynight, just to hear you talk and get lost on your voice, soft as velvet, the only drug he would consume again and again, until the day he decided that maybe it would be better to combine it with your lips. He kissed you, in the middle of a spanish session, as your world froze. Head spinning, he tasted like mint bubblegum, just as the way his hair seemed to taste. And even though you couln’t know that, you knew it felt as soft as cotton candy as you buried your fingers in it.

Something knew burned though your skins, as he gently laid you on the bed. A new language tingled on your tongues, and you would learn it together.

JUNG HOSEOK

Languages were his weak point. He might be the golden hyung, but there was nothing shiny about his language skills. He had made a fool of himselve when you asked the guys to repeat some basic sentences, failing on the pronuntiation of almost all of them (he seemed to have a weird conection with russian, the one you actually struggled the most). But even with that small comfort, he knew he would never be your focus, having someone as Namjoon or Jeongguk to talk instead.

Little did he know he was amazing at other kind of languages. You discovered it the night Hoseok had skipped dinner with the crew, too busy practising, and as you saw them too exhausted to live, you gently offered to go get him and feed him something.

The music blasted through your ears even a floor above the studio. The closer you got, you recognized a typo on the rythms-energic, intense. Angry. The door was already open, and Hoseok’s body was drenched in sweat. His muscles were completely noticeable under his damped shirt, and the emotions his movements spelled took your breath away. Nothing Left To Say from Imagine Dragons jumped next on his playlist, his body almost resetting fot the new song. You watched with awe as he moved, jumped, as he fucking felt every single one of the notes. At the end, the room felt silent long enough for him to hear your atonished gasp and turn off the music. With a shy smile, you handed him the sandwich, as he sat infront of you. Slightly blushed, he started eating, thanking you with his eyes as he stuffed his cheeks. You just laughed and joined him, small talk quickly transforming to meaningful conversations, and a short visit becoming the best night of your life.

The day after that, you didn’t wait for someone to ask you, direclty grabbing two bowls of rice and rushing to his practice room. And so you did the next evening, and the next one. And as the weeks kept going, his choices began to change to happier and sweeter tunes, till one night he stopped you and asked you to dance with him. Taking the pizza box out of your hands, he turned on the speaker (the one that, miraculously, was for once turned off), as “I Gotta Feeling” from The Black Eyed Peas filled in the room, making you giggle. His hands took yours, sometimes resting on your hips, shoulders, back. He had his eyes closed and a gentle smile as he soflty guide you, not letting you fall, never losening up his hold. And at some point you choose to close your eyes too, letting the movement fill you. Letting Hoseok kiss you back.

KIM NAMJOON

They had been teasing him the second they found out about the new addition. He couldn’t blame them, though. He was a sappiosexual nerd who already knew that would fall for whoever crossed the door. And also, the fact that you had the brightest smile he had ever seen, contributed to create the biggest crush he would ever get.

He was wrecked as soon has he heard your voice, and he couldn’t help the blushing that happened anytime you stared back. Your voice, soothing and firm, felt like a hot cocoa after a long day, and that was what he had been looking foward.

Surprise hit him when confirming you were not only smart with languages, but also with everything. Almost a book addict, he found himself helping you carry bags full of books at least once a week. And he wanted to get closer, he needed to, but he didn’t know how. Until the day he realised, you knew a lot of languages but not all of them.

When he approached you at lunch with the offer, how could you say now? You had always wanted to learn italian, japanese, chinese, and he always craved getting to speak german, russian, and french. Spanish and english were children games for your restless minds and bodies, and you were up for the challenge. Lessons started inmmediately, almost everyday, at any second you manage to sneak away together. It was almost a competition on who would learn faster.

But in the middle of your healthy fight, you learnt about each other. About how he loved bitter coffee, while you couldn’t live without your chai latte. How he learned better reading, but you rather embrace any sensation. How both of you could solve enigmas in a matter of seconds but still manage to stumble on any surface, always breaking Yoongi’s stuff and sneaking away, giggling as kids. He also learned you loved poetry. And Namjoon liked to write.

You found a small notebook on your pillow a Thursday afternoon. They were recording, so you flipped the object open. As you started reading, your heart sting quietly, each word craving the deepest part of your soul. Nine sweet, short, sincere poems, each one on each language, existed on those pages through his messy handwriting, as the post-it on the bottom, asking if you would like to write some lines. You didn’t wait for the ink to dry, rushing out, notebook firmly held by your hand. Ignoring their looks as you stumbled on the room, walking towards the blushing tall guy, he though he had really fucked up. That’s until you kissed him, and he knew that was the only answer he needed back.

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[resonae]

Fever

Wrote something short because Jinnie baby is sick =[

The medicine had worn out, Jimin realized, and Seokjin was barely keeping himself up. He pulled his lips into a smile at fans but Jimin read the worry in all their eyes – Seokjin wasn’t fooling anyone with them. He glanced over at Namjoon and wasn’t surprised to see a worried frown etched on Namjoon’s face. Yoongi looked angry and as soon as the fansigning was over, Yoongi was the first one to Seokjin’s side.

Seokjin passed out almost as soon as he sat down in the car, curled up in the back corner with his teeth chattering. Namjoon always took the shotgun seat but climbed into the back behind Seokjin. “He can’t lie down, Namjoon,” their manager said, looking a little taken aback. “There’s not enough room.”

“He can,” Namjoon gritted his teeth. “Jimin, come into the back.”

Jimin did without a word, and Namjoon carefully pulled Seokjin down so his head was resting in Jimin’s lap and his legs were resting in Namjoon’s. Jimin cupped Seokjin’s cheek and felt the high fever under his palms. “Is he going to be okay, you think?”

“It’s just a fever.” Namjoon was trying to arrange Seokjin’s legs in the small space so he wasn’t too uncomfortable. “He’ll be fine with some rest.”

“We have Inkigayo tomorrow,” Jimin pointed out in a whisper. “And a fansigning after that. We… none of us have gotten more than 2-3 hours of sleep every night. We should just take him to the hospital and get him some actual rest. Hyung, he’s burning up. I can feel his fever through my pants.”

Namjoon’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I know, Jimin. I know. Just….” Namjoon rubbed Seokjin’s knee. Usually Seokjin would jump and yell because he was ticklish there, but Seokjin made no response in his fevered sleep and Namjoon’s face twisted. “We’ll see how it goes, okay?”

–

Jimin ended up staying up next to Yoongi taking care of Seokjin. “You should go to sleep,” Yoongi kept telling him. “We have to get up early tomorrow.”

“You, too.” Jimin pointed out, and Yoongi nodded but neither of them went to sleep. They’d managed to get some medicine into Seokjin but he’d thrown everything back up and they hadn’t tried after that, and Jimin thought Seokjin was just getting worse and worse. He didn’t know how bad it had to get until their manager acquiesced to taking Seokjin to the hospital, but he could hear Namjoon talking angrily to their manager.

The door to Seokjin and Yoongi’s room opened and their manager stood in front of the door. “Yoongi, Jimin, go to sleep. I’ll stay up and take care of Seokjin. You two get sleep.”

“He needs to go to the hospital,” Namjoon hissed from behind him. “Do you really want to take this to the point where he collapses?”

“Namjoon, it’s the flu. I know you guys are worried, but literally no one goes to the hospital for the flu. He’ll be better with some rest. Now all of you, leave before you catch it, too.”

Jimin wanted to protest, but a hand tugged at his wrist. “He’s right, you guys.” Seokjin’s voice was small and he shivered before continuing. “I’ll be okay. No one goes to the hospital for the flu. I just need some sleep, so you guys get some, too.”

“I’ll stay here. It’s my room, too.” Yoongi said quickly, but Seokjin shook his head. “Hyung.”

“Go get some rest. I’m not gonna sleep until you guys leave.” Seokjin smiled jokingly at them, but he looked so sick Jimin wanted to cry a little. Yoongi ran an angry hand through his hair but stood. He turned to leave, but turned again and squeezed Seokjin’s hand and then dragged Jimin out behind him.

Jimin kept his head turned to keep his eyes on Seokjin, and Seokjin smiled weakly at him before curling back up and letting his face fall back into a grimace.

–

“Hyung, this is ridiculous. Okay, maybe Seokjin-hyung doesn’t need the hospital. Okay, that was me being a little overboard. But you want him to go on stage? Like this? He can barely speak, let along walk and dance and sing.” Namjoon was yelling. Jimin wanted to yell, too, but Yoongi told him to leave the yelling to Namjoon.

“I’m okay,” Seokjin whispered, looking the very opposite of okay.

“You’re not okay.” Namjoon snapped, and it was probably the first time Namjoon had ever raised his voice toward Seokjin. He bit his lip and turned back to their manager, one hand on Seokjin’s wrist. “Hyung, he can’t sing. He can’t dance. Look, he can barely sit up right now. I missed one comeback show when I was filming a variety show. Why can’t Seokjin miss just one recording? We’re on our third week of promotions. He’s so sick he can’t even talk. He can miss our fansigning. Literally every fan will understand.”

Their manager sighed. “Listen, Namjoon, I can’t do anything about it. The label says he’s gotta go promote, he’s gotta go promote. Inkigayo is in 5 hours and you guys are nominees for first place. You really think it’s gonna be okay to pull him out without any warning?”

Namjoon hissed, “I thought you’d have given them a notice yesterday. You know, when Seokjin-hyung almost fainted mid-fansigning.”

Seokjin sighed. “Namjoon, I’m okay. Really. I took some medicine and I feel better. I’ll go to Inkigayo and depending on how I do, I’ll skip the fansigning. Fans will understand more than the Inki staff, right?”

“Right. Look, Namjoon. Listen to Seokjin; he’s being smart. Seokjin can rest after Inki. We’ll tell the fans he’s sick, and they’ll understand. But the Inki staff… Namjoon, we’ve come so far and you guys are doing so great. You really want to make the staff of one of the three big music shows be annoyed at you?”

Jimin decided that was a good time to go to the bathroom, because otherwise he might have said something he would’ve probably regretted.

–

“Hyung,” Jungkook called. He had one arm around Seokjin’s waist to keep him up. “I don’t think Seokjin-hyung can go on stage.”

Jimin rushed over to feel Seokjin’s forehead. Seokjin was barely conscious, fever burning under his hands, and Jimin gritted his teeth. “All right. Stay here. I don’t think – Lemme go get Namjoon-hyung or manager-hyung..”

“I’m okay,” Seokjin mumbled, and Jungkook just held on tighter. “We’re going on stage in 30 seconds.” Seokjin tried to get proper footing and failed. Jimin’s face scrunched up. “Jimin, please. I’ll be okay.”

Jimin turned to look for their manager, but the staff called their name. “Standy by in 15 seconds, BTS!”

–

Seokjin collapsed. On national television. Live.

The only reason he didn’t actually fall was because Hoseok had his eyes on Seokjin the entire time when he wasn’t in the front, and Seokjin collapsed when his part was just getting over. Hoseok dived and caught Seokjin before he fell. Fans screamed. Staff yelled, and Jimin just ignored them all and ran to Hoseok and Seokjin.

To say things were a disaster was an understatement.

“This is what you wanted, huh?” Namjoon snapped to their manager, watching paramedics hoist Seokjin onto the ambulance. Jimin climbed in first after them and grabbed Seokjin’s wrist. Their manager said nothing and Namjoon shoved his way into the ambulance. “I’ll make sure things are okay, hyung.” It took Jimin a second to realize Namjoon was talking to Yoongi, not their manager.

“It’s exhaustion,” one of the paramedics told them. “You two look like he’s about to die. We’ll set him up on fluids when we get to the hospital, and he’ll get some actual rest, and he’ll be back up and performing in no time.”

“Thank you,” Namjoon nodded, his eyes still on Seokjin’s face. “The.. oxygen mask?”

She glanced up at them. “It’s to help him breathe better, since he’s having a hard time to begin with. Unnecessary, but helpful. I realize it makes him look sicker than he is, so you don’t have to worry that much.”

Jimin nodded but didn’t let go of Seokjin’s hand anyway.

–

As it turned out, Seokjin did get okay pretty quickly (after all, even with all their fussing, it was just the flu), but news spread like wildfire that BTS’ Jin had collapsed on live television. “That’s embarrassing,” Seokjin muttered. He was still the hospital gown with an IV tube in his arm, but he looked better. The dark circles had gone from under his eyes and his cheeks were flush with their usual healthy blush, not the sickly red of the fever. Jimin still held onto Seokjin’s hand and Seokjin didn’t try to pull away.

Taehyung was showing them the clip of Seokjin just collapsing in the middle of stage. Unfortunately (or fortunately, maybe), the camera had been in a group shot, and it took a rather nice shot of Seokjin falling over and Hoseok diving to catch him before the cameraman realized what was happening and switched quickly to something else. “Hoseok-hyung has become a hero.” Taehyung grinned, popping a strawberry into his mouth and ignoring Yoongi’s growl of those are for Seokjin-hyung, you brat.

“I am a hero. Look at me dive, damn.” Hoseok whistled and took a strawberry of his own, causing Yoongi to snap the container shut with his hands. “Man, hyung. Seokjin-hyung doesn’t mind if we eat the strawberries.”

“Well, I mind. I bought them for Seokjin-hyung, not you brats.” All the same, Yoongi lifted his hand back up with a grumble and settled for husking them instead. It was kind of weird to see Yoongi doing something domestic. That was usually Seokjin’s job. Yoongi glanced over at the video that Taehyung was playing for the umpteenth time. “Okay, Taehyung, stop playing. We get it. Seokjin collapsed and Hoseok is a hero.”

Jimin turned his attention from the mindless chatter. Namjoon was leaning on the doorway, smiling the way he always did whenever he looked at Seokjin. Jungkook was on the other side of the bed like the IV line was personally offending him. Their manager was off somewhere, probably doing some damage control on one of the members collapsing on live TV. He gripped Seokjin’s hand tighter and Seokjin looked at him and giggled. His fingers tickled the back of Jimin’s hand. “I’m okay now, Jimin.”

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{Vampire AU} They Bite You Without Consent- Part 2 (Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, & Jungkook)

*Authors Note: sorry guys I was going to put this out yesterday but school got a hold of me lol Im planing to write a part with surrounded when you wake up afte rthe bite so look out for Part 3! I hope you guys like this! :)

Jin:

“____ dinner is ready!” Your best friend yelled from the kitchen. Jin wanted to try a new recipe out and invited you over to try his new ramen dish. “Jin, oh my god this smells so good” you giggles as you came up behind him to give him a hug. Jin jumped slightly at your touch but laughed when he realized it was you. Handing you the bowl of ramen he prepared you two went over to the table to sit. Usually he sat at the opposite end but today he sat in the seat to your left. You both hardly talked the whole meal since the dish was so delicious you couldn’t think of anything else. After about 15 mins you both were done with your food breaking th slience with a slight moan. Jin looked over at you while you laughed at his facial expression “Haha sorry Jin, the ramen was just so good” he giggled and took both of your bowls in to the kitchen to clean. Wanting to help you followed him grabbing the bowls and putting them under the warm water. Jin wrapped his arms around your waist and watched you clean the few dishes that were in the sink. Laying his chin onto your head he smiled “____ I’m really glad you came over” You giggled in response “I am too, I got amazing ramen out of it”. All of a sudden you heard Jin’s stomach grumble following with his grip tightening around you, you felt his hear lay on your shoulder. You looked over worriedly “Jin? Are you okay? You cant be hungry we just finished eating” His breath hitched while carefully moving away from you keeping his head down, “Hey ____-__, I think you should leave, I’m starting to not feel well” he whispered. You looked at him with a mix of confusion and worry, “Hopefully it wasn’t the ramen that made you sick, come on you should lay down and rest, okay?” You smile while grabbing his hand. His breath hitched again while his free hand grabbed yours, “____” he groaned leaning his weight onto you, nuzzling his head next to your neck. He groaned once more before wrapping his arms around you. “Jin?” You whispered as you felt something wet on your neck right before you felt something puncture your skin. “JIN” you screamed in pain. Your hands grab tightly onto Jin’s shirt as he swiftly pushed you against the counter. Few moments pass when you begin to faint, giving and to what you felt you became unconscious in Jin’s arms. As he felt you begin to fall that’s when he removed his fangs from your neck. He tightly held you against him and closed his eyes daring not to look at you. “Im sorry my princess” he whispered as he held you in his arms taking you over to the couch.

Jimin:

You and your best friend, Jimin, decided to go to the park to celebrate his groups new album release. “Jimin! Im so proud of you! And oh my god Serendipity was amazing!!” You screamed with glee hugging your best friend. He just laughed burring his face into you neck. For the next few hours you both sat on the swings discussing random things; his album, his upcoming tour, your school work, and food. Time flew by quickly as you didn’t realized that the sun had already gone down until you looked at your phone to reveal that it was passed midnight. “Oh my its late, hey Jimin could you drive me home?” You ask stopping the movement of your swings. “Of course I wouldn’t want you walking home all alone” he smiled. You both walked to his car and got inside. He turned on the heat to warm you up and began to drive. After a few minutes you start to realize that Jimin was driving in the exact opposite direction of your house. “Hey Jimin you remember that my house is Im the other direction right?” You giggle He looked over to you and smiled “I wanted to show you something, is that alright with you?” while grabbing your hand. You blushed as you responded “of course”. After a while Jimin pulled his car into a parking lot that was located at the bottom of a hill. You both got out of the car, he took your hand and walked you up to the top of the hill where you saw this incredible view of the city. You stood in awe, Jimin laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. “I’m glad you like it” you felt him smile against your neck. “____ focus on the pretty view please” he hummed. You slightly question why he said that but before you could finish your thought you felt a sharp pain in your neck. You tried to scream but Jimin covered you mouth with his hand. You felt your tears flow from your eyes as you fell unconscious. Jimin felt your body go lip beneath him. He retracted his fangs and gently layer your head in his lap as he sat himself down on the grass. His fingers played with your hair as he looked out to the city skyline. He took a deep breath and kissed your forehead “I really hope you wont hate me for this ____. I love you.”

Taehyung:

You decided to spend the night over at your best ifriends dorm since you know the rest of the boys would be out for the night. You both were laying in his bed due to the fact the couch always hurt your back and it meant you would be woken up when the rest of the boys came home. “_____, you look cold, do you need a warmer blanket?” Your best friends asked while poking your nose. Giggling you respond while poking his face “No Tae I’m good. How about you? Your face is freezing!” All he did was laugh and make his way to the cabinet where he kept the extra blankets. Turning around he unfolded the blanket and threw it over the both of you. “Haha thank you Tae, it’s really warm” you exclaim. Taehyung laughed while poking you one last time on the nose “You’re welcome ____, now get some sleep. Goodnight”. “Goodnight” you yawned turning around falling fast asleep.

Later in the night you woke up to find that Taehyung had left your side “Tae?” You softly yelled thinking he was in the bathroom. You heard no response. You decided to check your phone to see the time, maybe he left for dance practice early and met up with the rest of the boys but when you looked at your screen it read “2:30am”. After seeing the time that debunked your theory. After a few moments of waiting you decided to head to the kitchen to see if he got up to get a late night snack, which he does often. As you walk down the hallway you notice the kitchen light on making you sigh in relief you turn the corner to find your best friend bent down with his head on the counter seeming to be in pain. You move closer and reach your hand over to his arm, “Tae? Are you okay?” You worriedly ask. Right as your hand made contact with his arm Taehyung’s head shot up to reveal pitch black eyes and his hand grabbing your arm. “TAE” you scream trying to pull yourself away but due to his strong grip you cant. “____” he moaned in pain as he pulled you closer, pushing you up against the refrigerator. You slammed against the door and screeched in pain when you felt something pierce your neck. As much as you try to push Taehyung off of you he would not budge. After about 30 secs Taehyung pulled away from you wraping his arms around you “_____, I-I’m sorry. I’ll explain” he whimpered. After hearing and feeling no response from you he pulled away slightly to find you unconscious in his arms, “oh no,no,no” he freaked while taking you back into his room laying you down on his bed. Wide eyed he sat next to you holding your hand, “____, please wake up”.

Jungkook:

“_____!!!!” Your best friend yelled from your backyard. You got up from your bed and sleepily rubbed your eyes moving towards your window. It took you a minute to realize it was Jungkook who was calling for you. “Kookie what are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night!” you sleepily yell down to your best friend. ” Sorry ____ The rest of the guys are out for the weekend and I couldn’t sleep, so I thought what better to do than go see my best friend?” He smiled up to you. You leaned against your window pane and sighed, “ you’re not gonna leave until I let you inside are you?l” he laughed in response “ you know me so well ____”

You make your way downstairs to your front door and opened it to let-your best friend in. You were created with a hug and a kiss on your cheek. “Kookie” you laughed as you returned the hug. You both decided that instead of staying downstairs you both will go up to your room and lay down and try to watch a movie before you both fell asleep. Unfortunately for you about 20 minutes and you started to fall asleep using your best friend is a pillow. “Jungkook don’t do it, I know what you’re thinking” your best friend whispered to himself while brushing the hair off of your neck. Try not to give in he gently pushed you off of him and tucked you into bed. He turned off the movie and laid them self in your bed facing the opposite direction to hopefully stop his thoughts. As the night went on he couldn’t go to sleep, he ended up just watching your sleeping form as you shifted through the night. Unable to take any more carefully got on top of you and wrapped his arms around your waist, he buried his head against your neck and breathed in softy, he sunk his fangs into your neck which roughly woke you up in a Immense amount of pain. After a few minutes of yelling in pain your best friend removed his face from your neck looking deeply into your eyes as you fell unconscious. he just sat there for minute before what he had just done sunk in. Once it hit him his his eyes widened and he laid back on top of you engulfing you into his arms. “Fuck what did I just do” he whimpered against your neck “ i’m so sorry ____”