BTS' 8th Member《Imagines & Scenarios》

💭 Cramps [Hyung Line]

Hello Zxyomi here just dropping by. I hope you enjoy this- :)

"Ugh- it hurts," You were in your room, laid out at your bed. Rolling around like a mad woman, you clutched your stomach in pain.

Your groans echoed from your room all the way to the living room. It was that bad. You could've of sworn that you might as well bash your head or take morphine since normal pills wouldn't work.

Being home alone for another hour was gruesome to you. The boys had left earlier on in the day to do some business. They didn't bother waking you up since you had a late night.

You rolled your eyes, "I swear it feels like Lucifer is stabbing me-,"

Another sigh came out of your mouth as you dragged yourself all the way out of the room just to find yourself dropping dead onto the couch.

"Well that's just great." You sure love being tortured by Mother Nature.

"AGH I'M ABOUT TO-," The door swung open and the older boys popped in. They could literally hear you from the hallway, and immediately ran.

Hoseok quickly ran to your side, frantically holding onto you in the process. "Wah! What happened to my precious dongsaeng? Do I need to kick someone? Tell me!"

A rush blood surged through and you fought a bile coming up from your throat. "Please stop shaking me."

Yoongi lightly pushed the younger one off to the side, "Is it that time..?"

You looked at him with doe eyes, absently nodding your head as he finally understood what's wrong. Took them a while.

"Princess what would you like? Soup? Chocolate? Affection? Come to Jin-ie oppa!" He sat on the couch, opening his arms so that you can crawl yourself in. Your body relaxed a bit from his motherly smell, a grumble emerging from your stomache.

"Hehe- oops." You lightly giggled. Jin shook his head as he stood up, switching spots with Namjoon so that he can go cook your soup. Namjoon stroke your hair, soothing your sense even for a little while.

Yoongi had grabbed his blanket, knowing you loved stealing it whenever you were stress. He placed it over you, tucking in the sides to make you feel cozy.

You smiled at them. "Thank you so much oppa and I'm also sorry for the outburst. I didn't mean to react that way."

They looked at you with loving eyes. "Just rest okay? I know it's hard but you need rest baby girl."

Namjoon kissed your forehead as Hoseok sat beside you. He then held onto your hand, keeping it warm just to soothe your needs. "Don't worry about it! Your hope will keep our princess happy!"

You just grinned at him. His smile literally brightened your day as you slowly felt yourself drained out of your energy.

Yoongi sat at the end of the couch, your feet over his figure as he slowly patted your side. The rhythmic movement was your silent lullaby as it lulled you to sleep.

Thank you oppa. I really love all of you.

Woops. Sorry for being inactive- and this short Drabble. I was suffering from this so I decided to write about it. Relatable? No? Yes?  Anyways, now that I have survived a year, hopefully I can write more :)
See you next time :3
xoxo Zxyomi