Kpop Sickfics / Hurtfics

💜 Namjoon - Ignored

//requested by @Kaisahsparkle //

~ Namjoon's POV ~

It's been 2 months since we began working on our new comeback, and we have not been resting. We have approximately 2 more months to prepare, but I don't know if it will be enough.

On top of that, I have been ill for the most part of the preparations. At first, it started out as a simple cough, I didn't think much of it, sometimes I have a cough when I'm too stressed. But then, I started getting nauseous, and nowadays, I throw up daily. What's worse is – today, I threw up blood. I need help now, desperately.

- Um, Jin-hyung? Could you help me? – I made my way down to the kitchen, where the others were preparing breakfast. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and we only had practice in the evening.

- Sure, what's up? – He faced me, looking me up and down.

- I don't feel good at all, and I threw up. – I was getting dizzy, so I sat down on the stairs.

- No surprise there, Joon. None of us feel good right now, it's a stressful time. And you probably threw up from the stress. Get dressed, breakfast is ready. – I was shocked, that he wasn't taking me seriously.

- I'm not hungry. – I mumbled, and went back to my room. Why is it so hard to believe me?

~ 1 month time skip ~

Time was almost up, we only had 28 days to finish everything. Jin was right, none of were exactly healthy:

Jin sprained his ankle a few days ago, so he had to sit out rehearsals for a while.

Hobi was working himself sick, he was in the dance studio almost 18-19 hours a day.

Yoongi locked himself into his own studio, and only came out to dance. He even slept there.

Jimin was eating less and less, nowadays, we had to force a few bites down his throat. He lost a considerable amount of weight already.

Taehyung caught the flu, and passed out in the middle of recording a song. He was taken to the hospital, and now he's a bit better.

Jungkook was complaining of insomnia, he slept maybe 2 hours a day, and it's starting to become a real problem.

And me, well, I'm still very ill. I lost so much weight from throwing up basically everything, even the company noticed and praised me for keeping my diet. I tried telling the others, but my complaints fell on deaf ears: everyone had their own problems. And I, as the leader, needed to be on the top of my game.

Today, as I woke up, I immediately knew something was very wrong. My head hurt like hell, I couldn't even form a normal thought. I sat in my bed for a minute, holding my head, when Hobi came into my room.

- Joon, time to go. Come on. – He didn't ask what was wrong, he just closed the door. I sighed, somehow got dressed, and left with the others for another day of intense rehearsals.

- All right guys, good news: we have the exact date of your tour. It will start here, in Seoul, exactly a month from now. Tomorrow, you will get the set-list, but you will for sure perform the whole of the new album. – Our manager was waiting for us in the practice room. – Until then, practice, but be conscious of your health too. See you later!

I was barely able to register what he was saying, my head was pounding. Plus, on the way here, my chest started hurting too. It was this awful, stabbing pain, I couldn't breathe normally because of it. It was going to be a long day.

~ 3-week time skip ~

Next week, it will all be over. Next week, 168 hours from now, I will be able to sleep through a full night, I won't have to rehearse and dance and sing and rap the whole day.