BTS Sickfics [Volume 1]

Seokjin: Sprained Leg

Requested by Bts_Army_Relaxasionn

Though Bangtan was tired out of their skull, they knew they still had to keep going.

Just for ARMY.

Their fans' cheers inspired them to do better and to endure the exhausting and back-breaking practices and rehearsals.

Seokjin often cheered himself up by watching fanmade videos on YouTube over and over again. He promised himself to a lot of rest after the end of their concert in Hong Kong.

He never got tired of their fans waving the bright and countless ARMY bombs, no matter where they were. They had gotten pretty much experience by now, and they were now excellent performers.

They were rehearsing over and over again just to see their fans smile and laugh and cheer for them.

Seokjin, in particular, hadn't slept for days. He would stay up and stand in front of the mirror, mostly doubting himself. He often read the positive comments from fans, which told him how he was great and he should keep going.

But even more often, he read the negative ones from haters, which had an even bigger influence on him, saying that he had disgusting visuals, he was a bad dancer, he couldn't even sing...
He was troubled.

Seokjin took much unnecessary advice from the hate comments and rehearsed a lot more than his members did.

Tonight, he was practising dancing alone on stage again (with permission of course) when everyone was already fast asleep.

The eldest of Bangtan didn't even bother to stretch or do warm-up exercises because he decided those were a waste of time. He wanted to use as much time as he could spare to practise, practise, and practise. The music started blaring from the speakers, and Seokjin started dancing.

Those dances really took a toll on his body (he was an old man, according to Jungkook). Every day and night, he returned to the hotel with an exhausted and hurt body. Well, others did, too, but those negative comments really affected him a lot and sometimes, he hated himself for everything.

He would always ask himself the same question: Why did I even decide to become an idol in the first place? Seokjin would spend sleepless nights considering this question. Sometimes, he even asked himself: Should I leave BTS?

He truly needed some rest, but he thought he wasn't a single bit good enough, so he didn't.

"Ooh," Seokjin hummed along to the music he was dancing too. He stopped, frustrated about the part he kept making mistakes. "Go on, Kim Seokjin, do it, do it!" He huffed at himself and repeated that part, but to him, it just wasn't perfect.

That was what it was like to be a perfectionist.

"Okay, one last time," Seokjin promised himself as he practised the whole dance again. All that practicing made him dizzy and he felt like dropping down right there on the spot and leaving everything alone and running away.

But he couldn't.

He couldn't because he was member Kim Seokjin of popular South Korean band BTS, and he couldn't let all these people down. Letting down six of his members was already enough, but their fans? An absolute no.

"No," sighed Seokjin, breaking his own promise to himself five minutes ago as he began to practise again and again.

***

It was two days later, also the start of the concert.

Seokjin lit up when he once again saw the miraculous image of all his fans. Even being backstage was exciting, but it was also stressful. He had developed a terrible migraine, and somehow he thought he wouldn't do good.