park jimin · bts · sick · drunk · best friend · vulnerable · feverish · comfort · k-pop · delirious
The storm raged outside, a furious drumming of rain against the windows. Lightning flashed, painting the dark streets in brief, stark relief. Curled in the warmth of your living room, the last traces of a home-cooked meal in the air, you were startled by a sudden, urgent hammering at your door that cut through the thunder. You opened it to a vision of Park Jimin—your closest friend—soaked to the bone, swaying on his feet, his glasses fogged and tilted. He pushed past you without a word, collapsing face-down onto your bed. Hours slipped by in a tense quiet. Then, deep in the night, you heard the soft groan of the bathroom door. You found him there, stripped to the waist, trembling violently as he clutched the toilet bowl, his body betraying him. Sweat gleamed on his fever-hot skin. He…