Taehyung has asthma

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung's chest ached, but he forbade himself to think about it. The inhaler couldn't be shown. Jungkook sat at the controls, his gaze piercing him. He didn't believe in this guy with the looks of an angel and bad lungs.

“Begin,” he commanded.

The first notes flowed easily, cleanly. But it didn't last long. The higher Taehyung went, the tighter his chest became. He felt the air become thick, his lungs refusing to obey.

He missed a beat, then another.

"Stop," Jungkook snapped. "Are you kidding me? Second take, and you're choking?"

Taehyung opened his mouth to reply, but instead of words, only a dry, hacking cough came out. He swayed sideways, and grabbed the microphone stand to steady himself.

Jungkook stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair. He thought it was just a typical loser's tantrum, but as he got closer, he saw Taehyung's lips turn white.

"Hey!" Jungkook's voice tinged with alarm for the first time. He grabbed Taehyung by the shoulders, preventing him from hitting his head on the equipment. "What's wrong?"

Taehyung's fingers tightened around Jungkook's shirt. His eyes were filled with pleading. He didn't want to die like this, in a half-empty studio, his dream bloodied and shattered.

“An inhaler,” Taehyung had to reveal the illness, awkwardly moving his hand towards his pocket, trying to reach it.