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Assistant: Title: Oh no! Bamby is sick!
        Author: byokbyok byokbyok 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: On this extraordinary and, in a way, ominous day, Bamby woke up feeling unwell appeared pale and weak.
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              On this extraordinary and, in a way, ominous day, Bamby woke up feeling unwell appeared pale and weak.
            
        

        
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          On this particular day, the world seemed out of sync with Bamby's usual rhythm. It was a day unlike any other, where the sun hid behind heavy clouds, casting a gloomy shadow over everything. It was a day that defied expectations, for Bamby was known among his friends as the lively, unstoppable force of nature, the one whose infectious laughter could brighten even the greyest of days. But as the sun rose, it became evident that this day held a different kind of surprise, especially for the members. For on this extraordinary and, in a way, ominous day, Bamby woke up feeling unwell appeared pale and weak.As long as they could remember, Bamby had been the life of their group, brimming with boundless energy and an infectious enthusiasm for every adventure they embarked upon. So when he woke up on that fateful morning, feeling far from his usual self, it sent shockwaves through their close-knit circle.The change in Bamby's demeanour was striking. His vibrant, cheerful, and loud self had been replaced by a pallor that made his usually rosy cheeks appear ghostly. The spark in his eyes, which had always been a testament to his enthusiasm, was now dimmed by fatigue and discomfort.In the days leading up to his sudden illness, Bamby and Noah had been excitedly planning a YouTube live to greet their fans. They had set a date and time, promoted it on their social media, and were looking forward to connecting with their fans. However, as the day of the live event approached, Noah noticed that something was amiss.Bamby, who was typically animated and full of ideas for their content, seemed subdued during their planning sessions. His usually loud and cheerful self was replaced by a quieter, more reserved version. Not to mention that Bamby kept sneezing and sniffling the whole time since they arrived at the company. Noah had sensed that Bamby was not his usual energetic self, but he had attributed it to stress or fatigue from their busy schedules.As they went live on the scheduled day, Noah couldn't help but notice the stark difference in Bamby's behaviour. He had expected their usual banter and lively interaction with their fans, but Bamby's responses were limited, and his trademark enthusiasm was conspicuously absent. Noah, concerned for his dongsaeng's well-being, glanced at Bamby during a brief pause in their live broadcast. He could see the exhaustion in Bamby's eyes and the strain in his voice as he tried to engage with their fans. It was clear that something was seriously wrong. During a brief pause in their live broadcast, he leaned closer to Bamby and asked in a hushed tone, "Are you okay, Bamby-ya? You don't seem well."Bamby, attempting to maintain a facade of normalcy for their viewers, nodded weakly but was unable to speak due to a fit of coughing. Seeing Bamby's condition deteriorate right before his eyes, Noah knew they needed to act swiftly. Without hesitation, he sent signals to dduks to end the live broadcast, telling their fans that there had been a technical issue, and quickly brought Bamby back to his apartment, realizing that his cute pink boy's health is the top priority.On their way to Bamby's place, Bamby tried to offer a reassuring smile but could only manage a weak one. He leans on Noah's shoulder, feeling slightly dizzy. His clingy side was showing. He admitted, "I think I might be coming down with something, Noah hyung. I woke up feeling really unwell this morning. Maybe I'll be okay after taking a nap." Noah's concern deepened as he realized the severity of Bamby's condition. Gently, Noah reached out and touched Bamby's forehead, his fingers grazing the heated skin.As his fingertips made contact, Noah's brow furrowed with concern. The warmth emanating from Bamby's forehead was noticeably higher. "Get some sleep first. I'll wake you up when we arrived later." It was a stark contrast to their usual dynamic, and he knew they had to act quickly to ensure Bamby received the care he needed.On the other side, as the live broadcast abruptly ended, the other members of the group; Eunho, Hamin, and Yejun who had been watching the stream in different locations immediately realized that something was amiss with Bamby. They knew him well enough to discern when he was not his usual self.Eunho, who was in the midst of chatting on bubble with the fans in his cozy studio apartment, suddenly went silent as he processed the situation. His lively and engaging conversation with fans had come to an abrupt halt. He hastily typed a farewell message to the chatroom. "I'm sorry Plli, but I have to cut this short. I think Bamby hyung is feeling unwell. I'll have to go see him. Don't worry too much. Take care, and I'll see you soon." He left his fans with a heartfelt message, assuring them that he would be back soon, and then hurriedly took his motorbike's key to go to Bamby's place.Meanwhile, Yejun, who had been relaxing at home, received a notification about the abrupt end of Bamby and Noah's live stream. He jumped up from his couch, his features contorted with concern. He swiftly cancelled his plans for the day, grabbed his jacket. His actions spoke volumes about the urgency of the situation.Hamin, the last to notice the disruption in the live broadcast, was seated at a small table in his bright and cheerful room, savoring each bite of his ramyeon. The room was adorned with fairy lights, casting a warm and cozy glow. He had just finished sharing stories and laughter with his fans through bubble app, creating an atmosphere of lightheartedness. However, as he took another forkful of noodles, he received a notification on his screen about the sudden end of Bamby and Noah's live stream. His eyes widened, and he immediately put down his fork, his appetite forgotten.He signed off with a heartfelt message to his fans, assuring them that everything is gonna be okay while masking his own growing concern. With a sense of urgency, he pushed back his chair, his usually composed demeanor overshadowed by the worry etched onto his face. He grabbed his coat and practically ran to his motorbike, determined to reach Bamby's apartment asap. ♧♧♧♧♧ They arrived at Bamby's place and Noah laid Bamby down on the bed, tucking him in, making sure he was comfortable. Bamby slowly drifting to sleep as Noah talked to Yejun on the phone about his current condition. It has been a while as he slowly opened his eyes, seeing Noah was still on the phone, probably talked to other members as well. The room felt colder than usual, and Bamby's head throbbed with an unusual heaviness.Bamby attempted to shake off the disorienting fog of sleep, feeling his body temperature rising, causing his cheeks to flush with a rosy hue. His head throbbed with a dull ache, and his breaths were shallow and labored. A persistent runny nose added to his discomfort, and a chill coursed through him, prompting an involuntary shiver beneath his cozy blankets. He hates this d@mn cold so much.Rubbing his eyes and trying to clear the cobwebs of sleep, Bamby reached for his phone on the bedside table. He had planned to check his messages and respond to the lively exchanges with his fans and reassuring them that there's nothing wrong. But when he attempted to type on the keyboard, his muscles betrayed him, unable to type properly as he was shaking with cold.The concern voice of the members can be heard from his room. Bamby's heart quickened, a sense of unease gnawing at him. He sighed. He had been feeling fine the previous evening, laughing and joking with his members during their late-night gaming session. But now, his throat ached, as if it had been scraped by sandpaper. He could almost taste the bitterness of illness in the back of his throat.He tried to push himself upright, but the body protested. His muscles felt heavy, and even the simple act of sitting in bed left him breathless. Despite the discomfort, Bamby tried to muster a smile, hoping to dismiss the strange symptoms as momentary inconveniences. But then he coughed, a deep and hacking sound that seemed to reverberate within him.Bamby just laid in his dimly lit room, wrapped in layers of blankets, and suddenly he felt a gentle hand on his forehead. It was Yejun, who had arrived with a concerned expression, ready to provide the care that Bamby needed. The touch was delicate, like a feather's caress, as if Yejun hoped to absorb some of Bamby's discomfort through his fingertips."Bamby, are you awake?"His face etched with concern as he saw Bamby's pale and feverish complexion. "You're burning up. Let me get you some water and a thermometer."Bamby nodded weakly, coughing as he did. Yejun swiftly left the room to fetch the necessary supplies.Returning with a glass of water and a thermometer, Yejun handed them to Bamby. Bamby sipped the water slowly, his head throbbing with discomfort. Yejun placed the thermometer under Bamby's tongue, he waited patiently, his other hand brushed reassuringly on Bamby's hair. When the thermometer beeped, he removed it and read the temperature with a sigh. The numbers on the thermometer confirmed his suspicions,
  39.7° C
He was indeed running a high fever."Byokbyok-ah," he began, his voice soft but filled with concern, "I'm really worried. Your fever is worse, and I think we should consider going to the hospital." Bamby, who was bundled up in his blanket, looked equally concerned. He knew that Yejun's suggestion was likely the right choice, but he hesitated."I don't want to go to the hospital, Yejunie hyunggg. I hate that place. I'll be okay after I get some sleep.""Alright, if you're sure. I'll stay with you, though. Let me know if anything gets worse."Yejun settled into a chair beside Bamby's bed, keeping a watchful eye as Bamby drifted into a fitful sleep, hoping that rest would indeed be the remedy Bamby needed. With utmost care, Yejun set the thermometer aside and gently brushed a few strands of hair from Bamby's forehead. His touch was cool and soothing, offering a brief respite from the feverish warmth that had settled there. In that moment, Bamby could sense Yejun's unwavering support and concern, and it provided a glimmer of comfort amidst the discomfort of his illness.Yejun's actions spoke volumes about his role as the group's nurturing leader. He didn't need words to express his care; his touch and presence were enough to convey his dedication to Bamby's well-being. It was a silent promise that he would be there every step of the way, offering comfort and support until Bamby's health was fully restored.Bamby then turned his gaze toward the door, his eyes met Hamin's worried expression. The younger rushed to Bamby's side, his usual aura of charisma momentarily replaced by a genuine expression of concern. He approached the bed with quiet footsteps, as if he feared disturbing the fragile calm that enveloped the room.Hamin's voice, usually filled with enthusiasm, now held a gentleness that was both comforting and heartwarming. "Bonggu-hyung, are you okay? Want me to give you a massage? Do you want some water? Soup, medicine, a warm blanket?" he asked, his words soft and caring, as he reached out to place a hand on Bamby's cheeks. Bamby, feeling guilty, managed a weak but appreciative smile in response to Hamin's worried tones and his bombarded questions. He nodded, his voice still hoarse and weak, but there was gratitude in his eyes, feeling grateful that he has caring and lovely members."Yeah, just feeling a bit under the weather, but I'll be fine."Hamin's expression softened as he continued, "Don't worry, hyung. I, as a maknae, am going to make sure you get better."Bamby appreciated the sentiment but couldn't help but chuckled a little bit and asked, "Where is Eunho?" Hamin's eyes brightened with a hint of a smile. "Well, Eunho is in the kitchen right now. He's cooking some porridge for you. Thought it might help soothe your throat and make you feel better."A sense of gratitude welled up in Bamby's heart. Eunho's thoughtful gesture touched him deeply. "That's really unusual and kind of him," he replied, his voice filled with appreciation. Hamin nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Eunho insisted. He's really good at this stuff, you know? You're in good hands."After some times, Eunho carefully balanced a tray with a steaming bowl of porridge and a spoon. He had been in the kitchen, preparing a warm meal to help ease Bamby's discomfort, and now he stood at the threshold of Bamby's room. Eunho knocked gently on the door and entered the room. "Hyung, have some porridge. Thought it might help you feel better."Bamby, still wrapped in blankets, managed a grateful smile despite the weakness in his voice. Bamby's cheeks flushed ever so slightly, and he gave Eunho a shy, puppy-eyed look that was hard to resist. "Could you... feed it to me? I can't lift up my hands." he asked, his voice laced with cute vulnerability.Eunho couldn't help but in awe at Bamby's endearing request. He reached for the spoon and dipped it into the porridge. "O-of course, hyung," he replied, his tone affectionate. "Anything for you. It's made with lots of love from me, so it's bound to make you feel better."The half empty bowl and spoon rested on the tray. And now it's time for the medicine.Bamby had always harboured a strong aversion to taking medicine. Even when he was a child, he'd been known to put up a fuss whenever it was necessary. Eunho, knowing Bamby's aversion to medication, approached him with a kind and understanding demeanor."Bamby hyung, I know you don't like taking medicine, but it's important for your recovery.""I hate how they taste, Eunho. It's so bitter." He's whining. Eyes teary."I know, but we'll make it easier. Take a big sip of water and swallow them down. I promise it won't be as bad."Bamby sighed, reluctantly picking up the pills. He placed them on his tongue, his expression showing his distaste. Eunho fetched a glass of water and handed it to Bamby.Bamby followed Eunho's advice and washed down the pills with a gulp of water. The bitterness was still there, but it was more manageable with the help of the water.Eunho placed a gentle hand on Bamby's forehead and said, "You should get some rest now, Bamby hyung. We'll be right here if you need anything."Bamby nodded, the exhaustion from his ailment evident in his eyes. He had felt the love and care of his members throughout the day, and now, with his stomach warmed by the porridge and his heart warmed by their support, he was ready to surrender to the much-needed embrace of sleep. Eunho rose from his seat, exchanging a knowing look with the other members who had gathered in the room, their expressions filled with concern and affection. One by one, they bid Bamby goodnight, each offering a soft smile and words of encouragement.Hamin patted Bamby's shoulder gently. "You rest up, okay? We'll take care of everything else." Yejun, the gentle and caring leader, added, "Don't worry about a thing, Bonggu-ya. We've got it all under control." Noah chimed in with a reassuring smile. "And if you need anything, just give us a shout."Noah noticed that Bamby's breathing had slowed, a sign that sleep was about to claim him. With a soft and affectionate smile, he reached for the nearby blanket, its soft fabric designed to provide warmth and comfort. Gently, with great care, draped it over Bamby's form. The touch of the blanket was like a tender embrace, a silent testament to Noah's dedication to his younger brother's well-being.He arranged the blanket with precision, ensuring that Bamby was snug and cocooned in its warmth, he whispered softly, "Sleep well, Bbanggu. We'll be right here when you wake up." Bamby, although drifting into the embrace of slumber, managed a faint but grateful smile.The weight of the blanket, combined with the presence of his hyungs and the youngers, provided a sense of security and comfort that banished the lingering discomfort of his illness. With those heartfelt assurances, Bamby felt his eyes growing heavy. As sleep slowly claimed him, Bamby knew he was in the best possible care - surrounded by the hyungs and the youngers, who would watch over him and ensure his well-being until he was back to his lively, energetic self.As the first light of morning filtered through the curtains, Bamby stirred in his bed. His fever had broken during the night, and he now felt a comforting warmth instead of the chills that had plagued him. He slowly sat up and noticed something heartwarming that brought a smile to his face.Bamby glanced out into the living room, where the other members were sound asleep on the couches and chairs. Their presence in the living room was a testament to their dedication and care for him during his fever. Bamby recalled how the temperature had risen in the dead of night, whining and groaning uncomfortably.
  "Hey, something's not right. Bamby hyung really warm and groaning in his sleep." 

  "Let's check his temperature!" 

  "I've got this, hyung!" 

  "It's 40.1°C! That's a high fever! We need to cool him down. No, no. We need to bring him to the hospital! " 

  "Here here! Let's just gently wipe his forehead and arms first to bring his fever down, Jun-ie."
He recalled the members' panic voices, how they had rallied to his side, ensuring he received medication and cold compresses to combat the fever's resurgence. With a sense of gratitude and love for his friends, Bamby silently watched over them.Their peaceful slumber was a testament to the bond they shared, strengthened by moments like these when they cared for one another. While Bamby had been the one unwell, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming warmth in his heart, knowing he was surrounded by such caring and supportive members.'
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