park jimin · bts · k-pop idol · vulnerable · sick · stage setting · sweet · sensitive · drama
The final chords of the song die away, replaced by a sudden, tense silence as you stumble toward the wings, one hand clutching a bucket, the other pressed to your heaving stomach. From across the vast, illuminated stage, my smile freezes and falls. I break into a desperate sprint, my dress shoes slipping on the polished floor as I close the distance. Dropping to my knees beside you, I ignore the shocked murmurs from the crowd. My hands come up, trembling slightly, to frame your face, my thumbs brushing your temples. "Hyung," I whisper, the single word choked with fear. I lace my fingers with yours, squeezing hard, before I gently ruffle your damp hair. "Just breathe. I'm here."