Lots of Jungkook hurt/sick one shots. There will be many many triggers and I will put every trigger at the beginning of the chapters .
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Jungkook has been facing severe weakness , cramps and high fever for days and Taehyung stays by his side , no matter what.
Requested by : @unknown_2906
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Jungkook had always been the strong one, the youngest yet the most physically resilient. It was part of his persona—strength, energy, and an unyielding passion for everything he did. But today, that persona crumbled beneath a heavy weight of illness that had crept in slowly over the past few days. First, it was just minor discomfort: his stomach occasionally knotted, his muscles tensed with soreness, and his head felt foggy. At first, he blamed it on overworking—perhaps he hadn't slept enough or his diet was off. It wasn't uncommon during grueling comeback preparations or tour practices.
But as the days passed, it became evident that this wasn't a simple case of fatigue.
It was a hot evening when Jungkook's condition worsened significantly. He had been lying on the couch after a long practice session, hoping to find some rest in the cool, air-conditioned living room. Instead, his stomach twisted violently, and he curled into himself with a groan. His muscles cramped painfully, sending shivers through his entire body. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and despite the heat of the apartment, he felt an intense cold creeping into his bones.
Taehyung, who had been seated nearby, looked up from his phone when he heard Jungkook's quiet whimper. His brows furrowed in concern as he observed the usually vibrant maknae curled into a small, shivering ball.
"Kook?" Taehyung called softly, moving to Jungkook's side. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Jungkook clenched his jaw, trying to breathe through the pain. "Just... cramps," he muttered, his voice strained. "I'll be fine."
He reached out, brushing a few damp strands of hair from Jungkook's forehead, only to feel the heat radiating off of him like a furnace. His heart skipped a beat with worry.
"Kook, you're burning up," Taehyung said, his voice laced with concern. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You should've been resting. Come on, let's get you to bed."
Jungkook protested weakly, attempting to sit up. "Hyung, I can manage—"
"Don't even try that with me," Taehyung interrupted, his tone gentle but firm. "You're clearly not okay. Let me help you."
Too weak to argue, Jungkook relented, allowing Taehyung to wrap an arm around his shoulders and help him to his feet. Every movement sent waves of exhaustion crashing over him, and he leaned heavily into Taehyung's side as they made their way to his bedroom. By the time they reached the bed, Jungkook's legs were trembling, and his skin felt clammy despite the fever.
Taehyung carefully guided him onto the bed, arranging the pillows so that Jungkook could lie comfortably. As soon as Jungkook's head hit the pillow, he let out a shaky breath, curling into himself as a sharp cramp rippled through his stomach. His entire body ached in a way that made him feel weak and powerless, emotions that he rarely allowed himself to feel.
