BTS Sickfics [Volume 1]

Namjoon: Fighting (Part 1)

Requested by @AnnaStark26 :)

A/N I split this into two parts because it wouldn't be so long. Sorry if it doesn't fit your taste.

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"Should we take a break?" Namjoon panted as the music stopped, leaning against the wall for support. "Really, Namjoon?" Hoseok raised a brow. "We've just started and you're already so tired?" Namjoon bit his lip. Right. He was supposed to be the leader, leading his members along, wasn't he?

"You're right, hyung," mumbled Namjoon, his cheeks flaring in humiliation. "I'm sorry about that." Hoseok flashed the younger one a smile. "It's alright. Just remember that our comeback is near and we have to keep practicing. We can't keep taking breaks forever." He reached over to turn on the speakers again. "Alright everybody, let's get dancing!"

As Namjoon began dancing with his six members, he couldn't help but feel his legs turning numb. Wincing slightly in pain, he sighed to himself. Hoseok did mention that they had 'just started',  but in reality, they had already been practicing for more than an hour. Yesterday, they even stayed in their studio for eight whole hours, and this routine had already continued for a whole week. It tired him out more than anything, but when all his bandmates were so eager to practice on this weekend (which was supposed to be their holiday), he just couldn't refuse. It would definitely disappoint everyone badly.

"Great job everybody," Jimin high-fived everybody as they paused for a quick water break. Namjoon watched the others chug down huge bottles of water as he pouted to himself, upset that he had forgotten to bring his water bottle in a hurry. "Hyung," Namjoon approached Seokjin, who was resting, leaning against the wall sweatily. "Can I head to the water dispenser real quick? I'm really thirsty and I forgot to bring my water bottle."

Usually, the eldest would've agreed. However, Seokjin shook his head. "As far as I remember, Joon, the nearest water dispenser might be a ten-minute walk, and we'll have to start practicing again after five minutes anyways." When he caught Namjoon's disheartened expression, Seokjin chuckled softly. "It'll be quick," he promised as he ruffled the younger one's hair gently. "Fine," huffed Namjoon, trying to ignore his sore throat that desperately needed water.

As they resumed practice, Namjoon felt tears spring to the corner of his eyes. It was so, very hard.

***

Namjoon woke up the next morning with a splitting headache.

He groaned, having known that they would spend most of their time today in the studio again. His muscles were aching in pain and he just wanted to stay in bed for the rest of the day without being disturbed. Unfortunately, this wasn't the case. Namjoon could clearly confirm this as Yoongi barged into the room. "Namjoon, it's time to go to practice now. You've woken up late."

Namjoon glanced at the clock, which showed five thirty in the morning. Ah, so he had woken up 'late', but if even Yoongi had so much energy to wake up this early, then he had to be ahead of his members, right? But then his head was pounding, and there was an nauseating taste of sourness lingering in the excess saliva his mouth was producing. Namjoon looked up at Yoongi, who was staring at the leader, as if he was waiting for him to take action. The younger one sighed as he got up, stretching his tired bones.

"I'll get going," Namjoon muttered as he hurried into the bathroom to get dressed. Soon, within a few minutes, he got out of the restroom. When he dragged his tired and heavy legs down the stairs, an idea popped into his head, so he hurried to his members, who were waiting impatiently in front of the door, crossing their arms.

"Guys! Today's still our holiday, maybe we can take a break!" Namjoon exclaimed. "Huh?" Taehyung raised a brow. "Hyung, don't tell me that you forgot that our comeback is really, really near, and that you still haven't gotten hang of the dance. I'm sorry if this comes out a bit rude, but I'm sure that the others all agree with me," the second youngest turned towards the rest of Bangtan, who all nodded in agreement with Taehyung.

"Guys, my muscles are practically sore," pouted Namjoon, stamping his foot in frustration. "Now, now, Joonie, we don't talk like this," Seokjin said condescendingly. "You're acting quite childish, I suppose you should talk more like a leader." Namjoon rolled his eyes. "But I'm sick and you're not letting me off the hook! You guys are the childish ones!" He bit his lip, wanting to take back what he had said.

"So you're talking like a child now?" Hoseok scoffed. "Anyways, no matter how you protest," he eyed Namjoon, "we won't be having our day off today, not at least until the comeback ends." Namjoon huffed. "Well, now it seems that you're preferring practice over a member! And I thought I was the leader. I have the right to call for a day off-"

"Namjoon hyung, this comeback is really important," said Jimin. "We've got extra promotions this time. Extra performances, extra interviews... and basically all that stuff. I say that we continue practicing. Actually, Jin hyung has already called manager-nim to cancel all our coming holidays." Namjoon crossed his arms in anger. "Then you guys go! I'm sick and I'm not going!" With that, Namjoon stormed off back upstairs and into his room.

"Well, even if he doesn't go, we're going anyways," Seokjin rolled his eyes as everyone followed him out the door.

***

Namjoon lurched forward as he expelled his stomach's contents into the trash bin for the third time in the morning. It was already nauseating enough for him to see the mess he had created in the toilet bowl, with some splattered on the seat, and now he had to clean up. He was sure his members didn't care anyways by now.

Tripping over the trash can, trash was now scattered all over the floor, making Namjoon even more frustrated. He loathed how he had to deal with everything. He just hated his members' attitudes towards him, and how he had to clean up the messes he had created around the house (he had spilled pills on the kitchen counter earlier but his nausea interrupted his cleaning).

"Damn it!" Namjoon cussed under his breath. He slammed the toilet lid down and simply flushed the toilet before stuffing the trash back into the can. After so, he slammed the bathroom door shut as he headed towards the kitchen, putting the pills back into its packet before he finally inspected the medicine cupboard.

"I guess I'll have this," Namjoon muttered to himself as he grabbed a packet of pills which could cure his coughing and sore throat. Though, however, he wasn't sure how he could deal with his other symptoms for now, unless he went to the pharmacy to buy some more medicine (they were out of it), but he didn't feel like doing so at all, especially with that migraine.

Namjoon decided to curl up on the sofa and sleep. He hoped that he would be better when he woke up.

***

"Move," was what Namjoon first heard when he opened his eyes. Apparently, it came from Yoongi, who was pushing Namjoon to the other side of the sofa and plopping down on his original seat. The leader whined in protest but realized the current situation: no one was probably going to treat him nicely.

Indeed, when Namjoon found himself in front of the bathroom, waiting to release more stomach acid, he was pushed around quite an amount of times and Jungkook, who came out from the bathroom, didn't even bat his hyung an eye and walked away, whistling.

Perhaps it was the seven who had planned this together.

When Namjoon glanced at the time as he entered the bathroom, it was past noon. So the members had really practiced for about eight hours or so, and Namjoon had missed out. He wondered if their dance instructor had come, and having known that he was absent, would she feel disappointed in him for not coming yet still not perfecting the dance?

And so Namjoon threw up twice again before he left the bathroom.