BTS Sickfics [Volume 1]

Namjoon: Fighting (Part 2)

A nightmare.

A nightmare was how Namjoon would describe the current situation. With his churning stomach, it was almost impossible to walk properly without curling up while holding his stomach in pain. It just hurt to see his members' rude attitudes towards him and only him. It was clear that they were targeting nobody but him, and he felt really upset to think of this treatment he was receiving.

Besides, their comeback was soon. If his members still continued to ignore him, then Namjoon wouldn't really know what to do. He simply wanted to get over with the issue and return to a week before, when they were all happy and cheerful as a big family of seven. At this present moment, Namjoon regretted every single thing that he had said to his bandmates earlier.

Then you guys go! I'm sick and I'm not going!

Namjoon really wished that he hadn't said that, which had probably added oil to fire. This childish, immature, and bratty sentence that he had managed to yell at his members. He stomp his foot in frustration, his hands pulling at his hair. He just didn't know what was wrong with him. Now, his elders who he had always looked up to, and the maknaes who had had him as a role model, were all ignoring him together.

Again, was this hatred directed towards him really needed?

***

Namjoon wished that he could say that his members had already forgiven him and that they had returned back to normal, but he couldn't, unfortunately. In fact, they hadn't changed their attitude towards their leader at all.

Their leader.

Still, however, Namjoon blamed himself for all that had happened. Today was their first comeback performance (their comeback was released yesterday), and still, his bandmates were still treating him the same. "We're almost ready," one of the staff informed him. "You can get ready in your position right now." Currently, the staff members were the only ones who treated him nicely out of pity (they, too, had heard what had happened between Namjoon and his members).

"Alright, we're on in three, two, one!"

Also, what was not mentioned was that Namjoon had absolutely no time to go to see a doctor. Therefore, over the past week, he remained like this: coughing, vomiting, and then repeating the cycle over and over again. He, however, suspected that it was nothing more than a small flu and that his body could cure itself. Though, he was currently proven wrong.

And now his legs were back to overworking themselves again. Namjoon's aching body basically screamed at him to stop overworking himself and take some well-deserved rest, but he wouldn't even stop working. He was simply afraid that his members would scold him again for not working enough. He didn't want to be yelled at once again.

Namjoon had stared at himself in the mirror before their performance. He looked like a disheveled pile of mess, with those horrible eyebags and his sweaty and pale face. He had lost a terrible amount of weight without knowing as well and had also developed an unhealthy habit of skipping his meals. After all, nobody was there to cook for him anyways, and he didn't even bother to do so.

Halfway through the music, a loud 'BANG' echoed through the room. Everyone froze in their spots (fortunately, the performance wasn't live) as they witnessed a man running into the room with two knives in his hand, clearly targeting and aiming all of Bangtan. Letting out terrified shrieks, the seven of them (along with the staff who tried their best to protect them) ran their fastest towards the exits.

At that very moment, Namjoon felt his heart beating rapidly, sweat dribbling down his forehead as he panted, feeling extremely nauseous when he caught the intruder almost managing to stab one of the staff members. No one knew who the mysterious man was, but all they knew was that they had to escape before it was too late.

The sharp blades of the knives edged closer to the members. Namjoon, who was running right in front of Seokjin, noticed that the eldest was actually the closest towards the intruder. With a sly smirk, the man laughed like a maniac as he dashed faster and aimed straight for the eldest...

Seokjin squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the knife to pierce right through his skin, but after a while, nothing came. When he slowly opened his eyes again, he gasped to find Namjoon lying on the floor, a knife stabbed into his lower abdomen, the leader's hands still firmly gripping on the man's shirt, not letting him go. The intruder grunted and tried to pull away, but he still couldn't pry away from Namjoon's tight grasp.

Finally, a few staff members rushed into the hallways and grabbed the intruder's arms before pushing him against the wall, handcuffing him, and gripping his hands tightly. Seokjin breathed a sigh of relief as he turned to Namjoon and knelt down besides the leader, his eyes widening at the sight of Namjoon's blood gushing out of his skin.

"Someone! Quick, call the ambulance!" Seokjin shouted, alerting the other members' attention, who all took in the sight of Namjoon lying on the floor, his eyes tightly shut. "Oh my gosh, hyung," Jimin immediately rushed to the older one's side. "Is he even awake?" The third youngest frowned.

"He's probably blacked out from all the blood loss," Seokjin explained, causing everyone else to panic. They all sighed. Jungkook bit his lip. "I wish we treated hyung better... maybe this wouldn't have happened then..."

Nobody said a thing as they felt tears spring to their eyes.

***

The light was way too bright.

Namjoon first acknowledged this as the bright light of the hospital room entered his sight when he slowly opened his eyes and and blinked his tired orbs confusedly. His muscles were still aching and in pain. He glanced at the clock, which showed that it was already in the middle of the night.

He struggled to sit up on his bed as his members heard the rustling sound of his bedsheets and turned to him, huge smiles instantly appearing on their expressions. "Hyung, you're finally awake!" Taehyung exclaimed. "W-what?" Namjoon mumbled, not daring to look up at his bandmates as he fiddled with his fingers shyly. "You guys aren't mad at me anymore?"

"Huh? Namjoon, why would you think like that?" Hoseok cooed, ruffling the leader's hair gently. "We're sorry for all that before. We really-" he glanced at his members. "-really think that we've been so stupid before. After all, we're a family, aren't we?"

"Mhm, if you think we are," Namjoon beamed. "Of course we do!" Yoongi cried. "Our leader, our dimpled king, our God of destruction-"

"Okay that's enough!" Namjoon giggled, not being able to hide his wide grin.

"Now let's celebrate for you waking up!"

~~

Dear all,

If you have a look at my newest schedule, I will be on hiatus for FOUR WEEKS: 21/11, 28/11, 5/12, 12/12. I will NOT be posting on the mentioned FOUR days.

I'm terribly sorry for this, but this is extremely important as my exam is coming, and if you haven't known yet, I really value my academics. On 19/12, I will return from my hiatus and continue posting the remaining requests AND end this book afterwards.

Many thanks for your support <3