𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝. [𝕁𝕁𝕂 ℂ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔]

𝔹𝕋𝕊𝕩𝕁𝕂: ❝𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔽𝕠𝕣 ℕ𝕠𝕨, ℍ𝕪𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝔸𝕣𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖.❞

"Jeongguk-ah, are you okay?" had become, overtime, something the maknae had grown so accustomed to being asked over the past week that it wasn't even funny. But of course, how would he ever say the truth? His only replies always being limited to the very dishonest "of course, hyeong, I'm doing perfectly, don't worry." Oh how he wished it was really that way.
But he was so tired, it was no joke how tired he was, yet he couldn't begin to close an eye to sleep and rest away. His body yearned rest, it screamed and protested for him to at least just lie down and not move. For a moment, just not move at all. But it was impossible, the schedule was hectic, they were all over the place, all of them were exhausted to the core, but the boy? Ah, the boy was straight up burnt-out. But he wouldn't allow himself to protest or complain even once, having the undying thought that once he uttered a single word, the others would be pampering him no matter how exhausted they were themselves, and for his mind, he'd be officially painted as the biggest burden for their so draining schedule.
But as soon as the sun crept through the every so thin white curtains of his light grey and beige themed room and shone down on his rather sickly pale face, morbidly highlighting the very unhealthy dark circles - the one complexion and features that worried the hyeongs so much - he knew this day was bound to go wrong in more than a single way. 
Their schedule consisted of an early meeting, a short practice, rest, rehearsal and sound check at the venue, concert. The break was only one hour and a half and they'd use it to nap, but the mint chocolate haired male knew very well that he wouldn't be getting a single ounce of rest that day. It was enough to make him protest against the blaring alarm that tore his eardrums and head veins open with undying pain, cursing under his breath as though that'd shut it up more effectively than a simple finger swipe, which he ended up doing anyway - except he blindly swiped snooze, which made him jolt into a sitting position, startled. "Fuck-"

Jeongguk immediately snatched his phone, and as soon as he dismissed the alarm before it rang - through the notification he got warning him it'd ring - he heard the so very loud but familiar voice of the one who raised him the best shouting from down the stairs of their expensive penthouse.
"JEONGGUK-AHHHHH! WE HAVE A MEETING SOON AND YOU HAVEN'T EVEN WASHED OR EATEN, GET UP ALREADY!"
"I'M COMING!"
Fucking hell, why? He set the alarm too late again.
He hurriedly shot off his bed, and first thing gone wrong in the day; he got up too fast, immediately kissing the floor with a second-long fraction of his memory getting lost into oblivion - it felt like he had just blinked, and now he was lying down, with a pounding headache from his head hitting the ground. Suddenly it kicked in, he felt dizzy.
But being the stubborn one he is, he got up anyway, gathered his things, and headed off for the quickest, shortest shower he had taken in his life - skipping skin care, washed so fast his hair wasn't properly cleaned, nor blow-dried in the slightest. Just like that, he put on a checkered yellow, black, grey and white button-up, nicely tucked into black skinny jeans, topped off with combat boots. Four minutes and a half later, he was engulfing a plate of egg rolls, a very nutritious sandwich and a mug of coffee; a whole fulfilling, energising breakfast his eldest hyeong had prepared for him to get through the day, as they wouldn't have time to stop for lunch until their break in mid-afternoon.

"Yah, yah, yah, slow down, you'll get sick."
Words uttered by the aforementioned eldest that came in one ear and left through the other, as the boy was done with his breakfast in no time; in addition to the already existent dizziness, he was now nauseous. Good job, Jeongguk, do you want a certificate for stubbornness now? But the day didn't even start yet.
"Aigo, kid, you look paler than Yoongi-ssi in winter running on no sleep and standing under the sunlight." Seokjin said with a frown, staring at the maknae's abnormally pale complexion. Truth be told, it was the same one he's held for days on end, but as he had no time to conceal it with foundation this time, to hide it better. And then his hyeong's calloused palm was pressed against his forehead. "You're cold. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Mhm! As fresh as a daisy!"
"Right.."
The elder gave the brightly smiling bunny-like boy a highly sceptical look, putting the dishes in the dishwasher before dragging him along so they could join the other five at the van - as they were already waiting.