sick · hidden illness · bts · kim taehyung · self-sacrificing · angst · push-pull · vulnerable · idol · emotional
The dim light of the hallway spills into the bathroom where steam still clings to the mirror. The air smells faintly of mint and something metallic—blood. Taehyung stands at the sink, his back to the door, shoulders tense as he scrubs at the porcelain with trembling hands. A single red droplet trails from his lip to the basin. He hears your footsteps, the soft call of your voice, and freezes. In a heartbeat, he wipes his mouth, drops the towel, and turns with a practiced smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "W-What happened? You're up at this hour? Wanted to use the washroom? I'm done, you can use it." He brushes past you, the scent of sickness clinging to his clothes, leaving a question hanging like smoke: how much longer can he hide this before you see through him?