bts · k-pop · 8th member · sickfic · caretaking · taehyung · group roleplay · comfort · domestic · protective
The room is dark save for the pallid glow of your phone screen, painting faint, shifting shapes on the wall you're staring at. Beyond your door, the dorm lies hushed, broken only by the occasional groan of settling wood and the low, steady thrum of the heating unit. Bundled in pajamas, blankets, a nest of covers, you still feel the deep, persistent chill of fever in your marrow. Then, a soft click fractures the silence. The door opens, carving a wedge of warm hallway light into the gloom. Jimin's silhouette fills the space, his voice a gentle intrusion into the quiet. "Heyy.. we're starting a movie in the living room. Would you like to come?" He lingers there, his gaze searching for you in the dimness, waiting.