⚠ TW: slight mentions of needles ⚠

•omniscient•

|f r i d a y  t h e  7 t h  o f  j u n e , 5 : 4 7 p m|

- Did you measure your sugar levels, hyung? Jungkook asked, looking worried.

- Don't worry, I did it right after we had those fluffy pains perdus ([Pronunciation = /ˈpän perˈdo͞o/ /paN perˈdY/ /ˌpæn pərˈdju/]; translation = French toasts) at that café.

They were now on their way to the 'Stade de France', about to give their best for tonight's concert and despite the excitement and the quality sleep, Yoongi had some struggles to get up this morning.

Mostly because he didn't take the time to eat yesterday evening, after the rehearsal.

What lead him to feel all weird when he woke up in the morning.

[f l a s h b a c k]

|f r i d a y   t h e  7 t h  o f  j u n e , 8 : 5 0 a m|

•yoongi•

I woke up as the alarm I set last night start to ring extremely loudly next to my sensitive ears.

I yawned, hiding under the thick blanket I took with me (hotels' blankets are always so thin and I'm always so cold) before shrieking as Jimin, my temporary roommate, ripped it harshly from my curled up body.

I groaned, protesting about how cold it was before hearing his little chuckle, that made me smile quite a bit too.

- Hyung, we have to get ready, the breakfast will be served soon and you're the last one to wake up! He said gently.

- Mmmhhhhh... I'm still tired and we don't even have to move before 5pm, y'all just want to go strolling in Paris before the concert. I whined, my eyes still glued from tiredness.

- But hyung! You promised you'd come with us, Paris is so beautiful! Jimin pleaded.

- *sigh* okay, I'm up. I said.

I finally opened my eyes and immediately start to blink them as my vision was all blurry.

Probably from the sleep.

Then I actually got up and stumbled, losing my balance as the world spun violently.

- Hyung? Are you okay? Jimin said, catching me before I hit the ground.

My eyes wandered from his face to the surroundings, I don't know where to focus.

After a few seconds, I manage to process what he actually just asked me.

- I'm hungry. I simply said.

I didn't want to tell him I haven't had any meal since yesterday afternoon.

He was worried enough for me in general so there was no need to make it worse.

- Here, have those.

He handed me a little packet of gummy bears that I hurry to shove in my mouth, all at once.

I chew on them a few times before swallowing, sighing in relief.

I know the amount of sugar in the candies I just had will be enough to risen my blood sugar levels by at least 2 mmol/l.

After a few minutes, I feel better, now able to get up.

- I'm all okay now, Jimin-ah, don't look at me like this.

- Y-you sure? I can't wait for you while you're taking a shower, hyung, there no problem at all! He said.

- Don't worry, I'll be fine. Go with the others, I'll join in 20 minutes, okay ? I said softly, looking for a trace of worry on his face.

- Okay, but I'll send Jin hyung to check on you precisely in 20 minutes! He said, heading downstairs with the others.

I quickly showered, brushed my teeth and got dressed before heading to the elevator to go downstairs, at the hotel's restaurant.

[e n d  o f  t h e  f l a s h b a c k]

|b a c k  t o  p r e s e n t|

•omniscient•

As you probably understood by now, Yoongi has type 1 diabetes.

He had to deal with it since he was 14 but he was always careful, he always took the time to measure his sugar levels and he never skipped a meal.

Well, yesterday was an exception...

He was way too tired and way too nauseous (because of the dance practice and the stress of Friday's concert) to eat so he just went straight to bed, without thinking twice.

What a terrible mistake.

This morning he felt horrible and if Jimin wasn't there to help him, he probably would have passed out without even knowing what was happening.

Due to having diabetes and hypoglycemia for such a long time, Yoongi can't quite recognize the symptoms anymore because he got too used to it.

This time, he knew it was it because of the hunger.

Without that, he wouldn't have realized it before he'd pass out.

/t i m e s k i p/

|a f t e r  t h e  l a s t  r e h e a r s a l , 7 : 4 9 p m|

While he was getting his hair styled, Yoongi quickly measures his sugar levels.

4,6mmol/l

[It's quite low considering I usually reach 5,2-5,5... I'll just have a lil something to make sure I'm okay.] He thought to himself.

So he went to the lodges where a mini waistbag was waiting for him, with a few highly sugary snacks (including raspberry jam, his favorite and the most effective) and his insuline shots.

He just took two as he'll more likely don't need them. After physical efforts, what he needs the most is to boost up his sugar levels, not to make then go down.

He already had a little snack in the van but he didn't tested his blood after, like he normally should. He just waited to get to a steady place rather than stabbing his finger with a needle on the bumpy road.

He already heard the fans screaming and his heartbeat started to pick up its pace.

Stress was invading him.

The good kind of stress.

Or so he thought...

In reality, it was the kind of stress that makes you hit the top of perfection.

But also the kind of stress that gets your glycemia on top of the roof.

But he didn't notice it directly.

He didn't have the time for that...

So he went on stage without checking his blood as he should normally do a few minutes after having a snack.

He didn't know it was reaching the 6,5mmol/l.

Too high.

He just performed, feeling a bit weird but brushing it off, putting it on the fact the adrenaline was coursing through his veins.

After a few songs, he started feeling funny.

He was sweating profusely and his head was pounding.

His sugar levels, that had got higher, suddenly dropped because of all the dancing.

That's what made him feel so funny.

But he had to cope with it at least until they get back off stage to get changed.

He has to be strong.

Professional.

Dope.
...
Three more songs
...
Baepsae.
...
Two more.
...
Fire.
...
And the last one...
...
Idol...

...

But he couldn't make it anymore.

His body was shaking obviously, his moves had got sloppier.

He was out of breath...

And he was extremely hungry.

He needed to eat something or he was going to pass out.

But a barely 15 seconds before the end of the song, he dropped on his knees, trying to support himself with his shaking arms.

The fans started screaming in worry and Namjoon, the first to notice him, ran and helped the drained boy.

He got rid of both of their mics before carrying him backstage as some of the others followed them while the others were looking for some help.

Taehyung was, for the moment, the only one that was still there.

He was supposed to sing his solo, singularity.

But the fans were too alarmed so instead, he tried to explain the situation to them, hoping they would calm down a little.

Yoongi's diabetes was a secret for nobody.

And as soon as he saw him all shaking and weak, he knew why.

And the fans who noticed, probably knew too.

- Go take his waist bag, there should be everything we need! Namjoon said to Jungkook, who rushed to the boy's lodge to take what he was asked to.

He got back in a matter of seconds, while Namjoon was trying his best to keep his dear hyung awake.

If he went unconcious, it could be because he fainted but he didn't know how low his sugar levels were.

And if it was too low, he could lapse into diabetic coma.

Namjoon didn't want to take the risk of not seeing his beautiful eyes for so long.

Not before he finally confesses to him.

Tears started to stream down his face, Hoseok and Jin quickly reacted, stroking his hair and rubbing circles to his back.

- He'll be okay, I'm sure it's all gonna be okay, calm down now... Here look, Jungkook is already there. Jin said, looking at Yoongi's dazed state.

Jungkook handed his leader the mini bag and he took the kit out of it.

He looked into the rapper's fuzzy eyes before poking his pointer finger and pressing it to make a drop of blood pour out of it.

Then he carefully put it on the reader and waited for it to measure.

Hoseok, Jin, Namjoon and Jungkook remained silent until a beep echoed.

They look at the numbers on the tiny screen.

4,1 mmol/l.

Not deadly but after all these physical efforts he'll feel bad for a moment...

- I can't find his glucagon injections. Jin said, rummaging in the bag, emptying its contents on the floor.

- Here! Take this, jam will proceed faster than cookies. The eldest added.

- Eat this, Yoongi! Open your mouth, you'll be better soon... Namjoon whispered, caressing the pale, sweating face of his loved one.

He got a few spoons of raspberry jam (me at 3am, watching some bl drama or Jojo) and they eyed him, inspecting his every moves.

- Here! We managed to find a medic! Jimin said, panting as well as the doctor.

- Did you measured? Your friend gave me brief explanation of the current situation of your diabetic friend.

- 4,1 mmol/l he had some jam, were waiting for it to kick. Hoseok informed.

And a few minutes later, Yoongi looked better.

Exhausted but clearly better.

- Let's test it again to see how it is. The doctor proposed.

- I'll do it myself. Yoongi said.

He knew Namjoon wasn't really keen on blood, needles and things like that.

So he took the kit, poked his finger and as soon as a tiny droplet of blood came out, he put it on the reader so it could measure his sugar levels.

He read the numbers with a smile of relief.

5,5 mmol/l.

He was okay.

Out of danger.

- Well everything seems okay, but I'd advise you to stay seated if you're planning on continuing the show.

- But I-

- No hyung, you're not fine, let's not take any risks okay?! Namjoon hurriedly said.

Tears were forming again in his eyes at the thought and he couldn't contain the loud sob that escaped his lips.

- I'm sorry I made you this worried Joonie-ah, c'mere. He said, grabbing his waist, pulling him into a tight hug.

- I-I ... I don't want it to happen again! Please be more careful, I love you so much, I'd had died if something had happened to you. I should have cared a bit more and paid attention to you instead of focusing on the concert only... I'm sorry! He hiccuped.

Yoongi didn't say anything, he wasn't really good with words so he just keep rubbing the crying boy's back until he calmed down.

Then, naturally, a few words escaped his lips before he could even think about it.

- I love you too.

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Hello! I hope you had a great day?! :p

Please correct me if I did any mistake concerning diabetes, to be honest, I knew only a few thing about it and I even if I did some research about it, I didn't want this OS to come out too theoretical so especially when I quickly describe how Yoongi measures his glycemia, I tried to make it as simple as possible to make it under stable for everyone.

I hope this did not affect the quality of this OS :)

Anywayyyyyyyyyyy! This was requested by sun-shine99, I really hope you like it and that I filled your expectations! 😊

Thank you for requesting and for your patience!

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