"Why are we only recording one month before comeback? This is stupid! I had the lyrics done ages ago, I don't know why it took them so long. This is what happens when we don't compose and produce ourselves..." Namjoon paces around outside the door to the recording studio anxiously, where Jin is currently recording his part.

"I'm sure it will be done in time, don't stress," Jimin says.

We announced the comeback yesterday on Twitter and released a trailer, which was a solo music video of Jin. He pretended not to be that excited about it but we could all tell he was. Since the comeback is out in the open and everyone is hyping it up, a few of us are getting nervous. Especially Namjoon.

"J-Hope, you're up," Jin says as he walks out of the recording studio, and Hoseok walks in.

Jin immediately sees Namjoon looking distressed, sits him down and puts an arm around him. Yoongi and Jimin come and sit cross legged in front of where Taehyung and I sit on a couch to give them some privacy.

"I'm excited about this album," Jimin says. "I really like it."

"Me too," Taehyung agrees and leans into me.

After a short while Hoseok's out of the studio again and calling in Taehyung.

"Sing good," I say as he moves his head from where it was resting on my shoulder.

"Naturally," he responds.

He stands up and takes a step, then I blink and he's on the floor.

My heart starts pounding in my chest as I scramble to kneel down next to him. Everyone else crowds around too. I put my shaking hand on the side of his face which has gone shockingly white.

"Tae? Taehyung? Can you hear me? Are you okay?" My throat hurts to produce the words and panic laces my voice.

He nods and relief floods my body.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I don't know what happened. I just felt really dizzy."

"Can you sit up?" Jimin asks.

Taehyung nods again and tries to push himself up, but his arms shake like leaves and then he's collapsed on the floor again.

"What's going on?" I can hear the genuine fear in his voice. His lip trembles and his eyes fill with tears. The sight of him struggling as well as my worry makes me want to cry too, but I hold it in.

"It's okay, Tae. Let me help." I get a hold of him and so does Jin, and we hoist him up into sitting position together. Hoseok holds out a bottle of water to him and he takes it.

"Are you feeling any better?" I ask.

Taehyung shakes his head. "I think I'm gonna throw up."

Before anyone has the chance to back away from where we're all closely huddled around him, Taehyung projectile vomits over me, Hoseok and Jimin. Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi are all lucky enough to be behind him. Hoseok clasps a hand over his mouth. Jimin scrunches up his face. I take deep breaths to stop myself spewing as well. The others stare at us with their jaws dropped, and some colour returns to Taehyung's pale, sweaty face.

"I'm... I'm so sorry... oh my God..." he stammers.

"It's okay," I try to sound convincing. "It's fine, really. We should get you home."

An hour later we're back at the dorm, recording postponed, everyone washed up, and Taehyung propped up in bed with a bucket next to him just in case.

"I'm really, really sorry," he says quietly when I come into his room. "That was disgusting."

"Don't be, you couldn't help it. I didn't like that shirt anyway," I say in an attempt to cheer him up. He offers me a weak smile. "Do you think it was something you ate?"

"I don't know. Probably."

"How are you feeling now?"

"Better, but still not great."

I climb into bed next to him.

"I hope this doesn't stick around for long," he sighs. "I need to be well so we can keep recording and practising and everything. And then we have our crazy comeback schedule..."

"Shush, Tae. You're not going to be sick for a month. You'll probably be feeling great by tomorrow morning," I tell him.

He chews his lip and nods. "Maybe."

But Taehyung doesn't feel great the next morning. He throws up pretty much the whole day. The next day he claims he's feeling better when he wakes up so he comes to dance practice, but ends up having another projectile vomiting incident there too. He remains incredibly sick for a week. He goes to a doctor who gives him some medicine that doesn't help. He's sick for an entire month.