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(A/n: If you have a request, just leave it in the comments and I will gladly do it! Anyways, M/n's outfit is up above. I hope you all enjoy! ☀️🌈💕✨ )

Song: "The Last" by Yoongi
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M/N's P.O.V

I woke up from my little nap on the couch. I was hoping my headache would go away, but it only came back ten times worse. My head was now pounding. I looked up at the ceiling and around the living room a bit, but everything seemed to be spinning. Sighing, I slowly sat up, it hurt so much to move. My limbs felt so sore as I just sat there.

I sat there on the comfy white couch, wondering if it would be okay for me to stand. I  forcefully pushed myself up from the couch, my socked feet touching the wooden floor. I stood there for a second, looking around the living room, again, but my legs gave out, of course, causing me to fall to the wooden floor with a loud thud, that echoed throughout the apartment.

I fell backward, my back hitting the ground, causing me to let out a yelp of pain.
"Ow..." I yelped, trying to push myself up, but my arms couldn't seem to hold my weight. Everything seemed, to the point where I could barely see anything, now. It all seemed to be spinning and it was hard to make objects out.

"Y-Yoongi!" I hoarsely called out for my blonde boyfriend. I knew he was tried and he really needs his sleep, and I really didn't want to bother him, but I seemed like I'd have to unless I wanted to sleep on be floor all night.

Getting no response, I sighed, trying once again to push myself up.
"I'm so dizzy... Everything is spinning." I cried softly to myself, hoping he would come. Tears running down my cheeks, being sick or having a headache always made me a bit emotional.

My tears seemed to only make my headache worse, but crying made me feel a bit better emotionally, I guess.

My whimpers filled the silent living room, but suddenly I head the sound of footsteps quickly coming down the hall, that now filled the silent apartment.

I have a weak smile, knowing it was Yoongi, as I laid on the living room floor. I'm surprised he didn't hear me fall earlier, he really is a deep-sleeper sometimes.
"(M/n), why are you on the floor?" He asked, worryingly and confused as he walking over to me.

"I-I tried to s-stand up, but m-my legs g-gave out." I managed to say while crying my heart out. I sniffed softly, I could only see his spinning figure, so I reached my hand out, trying to reach him. I just wanted to cuddle and go back to sleep. But, it seemed I was reaching for him in the wrong direction.

"(M/n), I'm right here. Can you not see me?" He asked, taking my reached out hand in his own hand. I could feel his fingers gently brush away my tears as they continued to fall down my cheeks.

"I don't feel so good," I told him, causing him to gently pick me up in his arms, carrying me bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held me close, so he wouldn't drop me.

"You must have the flu, that's been going around." He stated as he opened the bedroom door. I nodded, laying my head on his chest, my throat hurt, so I tried not to talk as much.

Yoongi laid me gently down on the bed, pulling the gray comforter over me. I quickly snuggled into the comforter, trying to ignore the chills I kept getting. Remembering Yoongi was still in the room, I looked back up at him, he was standing there, observing me.

"Y-Yoongi?" I asked confused at why he kept staring at me. When I said his name, he seemed to snap him out of his little daze.
"Yes?" He asked, looking down at me.
"You were staring at me..." I softly spoke, trying not to hurt my throat too much.
"Sorry, I'll be back, I need to get some medicine for you." He stated, quickly walking out of the room, leaving me alone.

I wanted to say something to him before he left, but I choked on my own spit, just what I needed right now, going into a coughing fit.

As I coughed, my eyes filled with more tears. It felt like my lungs were burning, and the fact that my throat hurt, too, only made it a hundred times worse.

Tears fell down my cheeks, again as I held my chest in pain. The bedroom door slowly opened, just I as, finally, finished coughing,

Tears still falling down my face as I turned to look at Yoongi.
"Y...Yoon..." I barely managed to mutter out, I reached a hand to my face, wiping my tears away. I didn't want to seem like a crybaby.

He looked at me, his brown eyes filled with concern and sadness. He held a tray filled with some soup, a bottle of water, and a small medicine cup, of course, filled with that nasty medicine.

He sat the tray down on the nightstand and quickly walked over to me, sitting down next to me on our bed. He put a hand gently on my forehead, feeling my temperature. He pulled his hand away and looked at me. He saw the tears running down my already red and puffy face.

He gently wiped away my tears, holding my face with his hands. I gave him a small smile and a light kiss on the cheek as a thank you.

I slowly sat up, reaching over for the bottle of water. I opened it and quickly drank it, while he stared at me.
"(M/n), you have a high fever! Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" He asked, concern filling his voice.

I sat the water bottle back down on the nightstand, before looking over at him.
"I'm sorry, I thought a nap would make it go away. When I went to take a nap, I only had a slight couch and a headache." I told him, my throat was feeling better after I had a sip of water, but it still slightly hurt.

"(M/n), you need to tell me these things, it's my job to take care of you. I am your boyfriend, after all." He softly spoke as he looked at me.
"I promise I will next time, if there is a next time," I told him. He lightly nodded before crawling into the bed, laying next to me.
"Yoongi, you'll get sick!" I exclaimed, but he just smiled and laughed

"Then, I'll get to sleep more and you can cuddle with me." He stated, pulling me closer to him and wrapping his arm around me. I sighed at his childishness and cuddled close to him for warmth.