Type: Scenario | Texts | Chatroom | Drabbles | Reactions | Outfits

Pairing: Taehyung, You

Genre: Fluff | Angst | Friendship | Other -

Words: 1049 

Lazily, your eyes opened and you stared at the ceiling. This morning you had woken up with an unbelievably painful headache and you couldn't even fathom the thought of getting out of bed. So you lay your head back down and hoped that your boss was going to be lenient this one time.

A while later, you head a few beeps and rings from your phone and you sighed, thinking that your boss was not going to let this one go. Sneezing, you reached out to grab your phone, but when you turned it on, you saw a flood of missed calls and texts from your best friends, the boys of Bangtan and most importantly your boyfriend, Taehyung.

You opened his text messages.

Jagi where are you?

Jagi?

Why aren't you answering your phone?

Jagi, I'm worried

Can you please reply?

Stuff it.

You're not at work?

Where are you?

Your boss said you didn't even come.

Okay.

If you ain't gonna reply.

I'm coming over.

You smiled at the last text and opened the keyboard to text him back.

Don't worry Taehyung-ah, I was just feeling a bit sick. You stay at BigHit and practice, don't waste time by coming here, really, you don't have to.

When you had sent the text, not even a minute later a reply came in.

Too late.

That was when you heard howling and familiar voices calling your name, opening doors in your house and it wasn't too long after, that they poured into your room.

Laughing, you took in the immense amount of people in your room.

There, staring back at you were six loyal members of Bangtan, holding drinks, plastic bags of ramyeon and soup, and blankets.

"Hey!" Namjoon said, enthusiastically as he came over, placing a water bottle at your bedside table.

"Hi oppa," you smiled at him and then looked to the rest.

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