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Searing heat, thick humidity, a private and breathtaking oasis by the beach. With only seven of them present, there are no intrusive cameras or rigid schedules, just pure relaxation. And that's why Jungkook is so upset he's not feeling well. The thought of ruining the holiday is ten times worse than the dizzying nausea and sweat trailing his back.

Jungkook's hand shakes as he brings a water bottle to his lips, he's hiding under his hair so the others can't see how pale and sickly he's looking (and feeling). They're at this small private beach, practically in the backyard of their temporary house. Taehyung and Jimin are playing about in the water, throwing soggy sand at each other. Jungkook was with them originally, playing in the warm, crystal-clear water before the heat started taking a toll on him.

He couldn't deny the nausea and slowly made his way back to the blanket and shade they set up. With every step, his legs felt like jelly, and the world was spinning around him. He plopped onto the blanket, and now he clutches onto the water bottle with his remaining strength.

The others are frolicking about in the sand and water, laughter a comforting sound. Jungkook hoped the shade would help but now he just feels isolated and achy. Just as he was about to take another sip of water, the beach towel rustles next to him. Jungkook turns to find Namjoon, who's sat down with a book in his hand, now looking at him with concern.

"Jungkook you don't look so good, are you feeling okay?" Namjoon reaches a hand to touch the youngest's cheek, feeling unnatural warmth. Jungkook tried to laugh it off, but it came out weak and shaky. "Yeah, I just need some rest." He replies, Namjoon isn't convinced. "No, Jungkook I think you should lay down. You really don't look good." Namjoon's brows pinch together. Jungkook swallows audibly, his head is really starting to pound.

Jungkook has no clue what Namjoon just said. His ears are buzzing and he's struggling to keep up right. He can see a few others start to walk over, confusion on their faces. He registers the water in his hand and goes to take a sip, but it just ends up spilling down his front. Woah, he doesn't feel good. He feels blood pumping in his ears before losing consciousness.

"—unkook! Jungkook, hey. Nono don't sit up—" Jungkook feels his stomach lurch, hands on his body and the worried voices of his bandmates. All he can do is whimper before throwing up to his side and then clutch the nearest person. "H-hyungie—" Jungkook cries, beads of sweat on his forehead. "Kookie, Kookie shh, calm down, Jinnie-hyung has called an ambulance. You're gonna be okay." Jimin smooths Jungkook's hair and Namjoon fans his face with his book.

"I'm gonna be sick- don' feel good.." Jungkook mumbles, Yoongi thinks quick and he grabs one of their empty snack containers and shoves it under his chin. Taehyung takes a bit of a clean towel and pours some water on it to rest at the back of Jungkook's neck and try cool him down. He burps and buries his face into the container.

He pukes clear liquid and Jimin trails his hand up and down his back. His head throbs with each gag and the bright sun still hurts his eyes even in the shade. Letting out a miserable groan, the others are jittery with worry. "Guys the ambulance is here, make room for them." Hoseok instructs and the members move out the way, except for Namjoon who holds Jungkook and the container steady.

Jungkook still manages to be shy and embarrassed as the paramedics check his vitals and ask a couple questions. "Jungkook-ssi how are you feeling right now? Still like before?" A middle aged woman asks, "n-not as bad.." Jungkook turns to Namjoon, hoping he can provide some more details. "He was super pale and dissociated. He's thrown up twice now but I think it was just the heat that got to him." Namjoon explains.

The paramedics strap something to Jungkook's arm and say that they should take him in to administer an IV. "So this is a mild case of heat stroke, two of you are able to ride with him to the hospital if you'd like." One of them suggests.

Taehyung can only describe what he's feeling as jittery. He's buzzing with discomfort, nerves going straight to his stomach. He watches Namjoon say his speech, thanking army's for the award. The lights on stage are so bright, blinding, and making sweat gather on his forehead.

And then some of the others say a few words and meaningful gratitude. Then it's Taehyung's turn and his hands shake as he holds the microphone in the stand. A hand is placed on his shoulder and he goes autopilot.

A combination of trying not to throw up and trying to stay on your feet is... a struggle. "We are s-so lucky to have Army's support!" Taehyung gives a wobbly smile. To most of the audience it's convincing, but every one of his band mates hear the strain in his voice.

Taehyung walks away from the microphone and they leave the stage, when his stomach lurches Taehyung makes a detour to some hallway backstage. Seokjin's worry gets the best of him and he follows the younger.

"Taehyung-ah? What's the matter?" Seokjin says, calling from behind until Taehyung stops in his tracks. He's got a hand to his stomach, pinched expression on his face. He backs against the wall for support, he can barely make out Seokjin's voice or what's happening around him. "Hyung I-I need to sit down." Taehyung says with urgency, black dots dancing in his vision.

"Here, here. Deep breaths," Seokjin ushers Taehyung to sit on the floor, holding the younger's waist. He's looking deathly pale and judging by the hand to his stomach, he feels horriblely sick too. Taehyung blinks slowly, sweat trailing down his back. "M'gonna pass out.." Taehyung says faintly, body lulling to the side.

"Taehyung-ah!" Seokjin mumbles under his breath, softly letting Taehyung lay on the floor. He then sees a staff running over, "we need the medics," Seokjin worries and franticly, the staff retrieves the paramedic team on stand by. The rest is a blur, Taehyung half wakes up and they transport him into a wheelchair, taking him to their medical room.

"Jin-hyung, what's going on? Is Taehyung okay?" Namjoon asks, the rest of the group behind him. "He's passed out, hang on. Let me check with him." Seokjin has to skim past all the other's questions, quickly making his way to the second youngest, watching him get transferred onto a bed.

"Taehyungie," Seokjin says and grabs one of the younger's hands, holding it securely. "Hyung—I'm g-gonna vomit." Taehyung groans, and one of the paramedics have a sick bag on stand by already. "Can we sit him up?" Seokjin asks, holding the bag under Taehyung's chin as they adjust the bed.

Imidiantly Taehyung pukes a wave of water and bile into the sick bag, everyone in the room bustling around as Seokjin strokes up and down the younger's back. "It's okay, baby," Seokjin whispers close to Taehyung as he starts to cry helplessly. "I feel so sick, h-hyung.." Taehyung sobs, spitting up another round of puke.