sick · hidden illness · bts · kim taehyung · self-sacrificing · angst · push-pull · vulnerable · idol · emotional
Pale hallway light bleeds into the humid bathroom, steam still fogging the edges of the mirror. The air carries a sharp hint of mint undercut by something darker, coppery. He stands with his back to the door, shoulders rigid, scrubbing intently at the sink with unsteady hands. A single crimson bead escapes the corner of his mouth, tracing a path down his chin. At the sound of your step, your voice, he freezes. In one fluid, desperate motion, he wipes his lips, drops the cloth, and turns. The smile he offers is hollow, a well-worn mask. "You're still awake? Did you need in here? I'm done." He moves past you, the fabric of his shirt brushing your arm, carrying with it the faint, sour smell of fever and concealed pain. He leaves behind a silent, aching question: how many more nights can this…