Bts sickfics, hurt & comfort

Bad Day (Seokjin)

Days off are best spent in bed. That's something that most of the members agree on -Namjoon would rather walk around all day, but that's pretty much it. The rest of them appreciate how precious sleeping in is. They're always so busy after all, it's only natural. So Seokjin planning to do just that doesn't seem special, it should be pretty simple. But of course, life would have different plans for him. The AC breaking in his apartment during one of the worst heat waves that Seoul had known was just the start, and poor Jin had instead spent the night rolling around, uncomfortable, until he eventually passed out around 4:45 in the morning. And he was up by 7:00. So much for sleeping in.

So he heads to the dorm, a quick look at the group chat tells him that his dongsaengs all plan on passing by today at some point. Namjoon stayed the night, Taehyung too. He should be able to sneak in a few hours of sleep. Fingers crossed. He drags his feet to the elevator, and reluctantly walks the short distance that separates his place and the dorm. It's only 7:15 and it's already too hot outside. His clothes cling to his skin as he walks with renewed determination. Luckily we all live close. A few minutes later, Jin is finally welcomed by the cool air hitting his glistening face, and he sighs in relief as he adjusts to a more comfortable temperature. He drops his shoes by the door, making his way down the corridor silently. He shortly debates on whether or not he should shower first, but the sight of his bed wins him over. He is out almost as soon as his head hits the pillow.

The sound of broken porcelain is what wakes him up an hour later. Seokjin groggily opens his eyes at the sound, paying attention to see if he can hear what's happening from the comfort of his bed. The sleepy singer is only met with silence and he quickly decides to go back to sleep, turning around to get comfortable again. It lasts a second. What if someone got hurt? Namjoon and Taehyung are home, how could he possibly go back to sleep while they might need his help? He can't. With a groan and half-opened eyes, Seokjin makes his way to the kitchen. He hears what sounds like sobs and he curses, heart beating louder in his chest. But as he walks into the room, he is met with the sight of Taehyung in his oversized pyjamas, staring at the ground with badly muffled giggles. The younger man is biting down on his fist as he seemingly laughs at the tiles as quietly as possible, hair messily covering his eyes. He must have just woken up.

"Taehyung-ah? Are you ok?" he asks in a hushed voice.

He follows Taehyung's gaze all the way down to the broken mug that now lies in pieces on the kitchen floor. But his dongsaeng doesn't seem to be doing anything about it. The whole situation puzzles Seokjin even more.

"Tae? Isn't that your new mug? What happened, baby?"

"I-... I spent the whole week lecturing Namjoon... I was so sure that he- that he'd be the one to break it..." he laughs, trying and failing to whisper. "And I just- I don't know, hyung. I just watched it drop from my hand, no reflex whatsoever. Just... boop! On the floor! Isn't it ironic?"

"I- yeah I suppose it is. So... you're not hurt anywhere?"

"Ah- nope!"

"Ok. Hyung will be off to bed then."

Taehyung doesn't even pay him any attention as he walks out of the room with such a short interaction. It's pretty out of character for the both of them, but he's exhausted and Taehyung is... well he's too amused by his stupid broken mug to properly look at his hyung's tired face. So Jin lets himself go back to sleep, now reassured that while his dongsaeng is definitely weird, he's at least safe. But life once again decides that he isn't meant to rest today. He doesn't know how much time passes but it feels like half an hour and his body is still heavy with slumber when he's awoken by the lights suddenly turning on in his bedroom.