A/n: Once again, my oblivious self noticed the up vote rather late.

A huge thank you to taekookpuppy for upvoting and inadverently motivating me to finsh my chapters before midnight today! (I hope you enjoy my future work too~)

Summary: Taehyung knows he is a love-struck idiot, sick from harbouring unrequited love. But seeing Yoongi lying ill in bed, how did his feelings grow so much that he feels sicker than the person he's taking care of?

Yoongi was dying. At least that's what he felt like. He was sweating buckets and his body temperature felt like he was on the surface of the sun. His face was flushed from the heat and all the energy he could muster was used up in inhaling and exhaling. And yet, even in this situation, he was glad. He was glad because he was not alone, glad because his adorable bandmate was willing to take care of him.

Kim Taehyung was not alright. He was being pushed to the edge of his patience. He had been fine with unrequited love, happy with looking a his hung only from afar. But now, when he saw his elder's reddened face and weak frame and heavy breathes, he was having all his energy into maintaining self control.

No, Taehyung, he is your hyung and bandmate. Do not jump him. His thoughts were interrupted when the said boy called him over. "What's wrong, hyung?" he asked, approaching the bed. The shorter boy just called him closer and held his hand. Taehyung quirked an eyebrow but didn't say anything at the