Kpop Sickfics and Hurtfics Part 2

A Recipe for Misunderstanding (Jungkook)

The dorm was unusually quiet when Jungkook entered the kitchen. The faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clatter from outside were his only companions as he scrolled through his mental list of recipes. His hyungs had been working tirelessly, and their schedules had been packed. Jungkook wanted to surprise them with a hearty meal—a small gesture to show how much he appreciated them.

He donned an apron and began pulling ingredients from the fridge and pantry. Chicken thighs, soy sauce, garlic, and a medley of vegetables were laid out on the counter. His hands moved deftly, chopping, marinating, and stirring as the kitchen filled with the savory aroma of soy-marinated chicken and simmering kimchi jjigae. Cooking was a form of therapy for Jungkook, a way to channel his love into something tangible.

Once everything was ready, he set the table with care. The plates gleamed under the warm glow of the kitchen light, and the dishes were arranged perfectly, as if for a feast. Satisfied, Jungkook pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Yoongi.

Hyung, I made dinner! Come home. It's ready.

Yoongi's reply came almost immediately: I'll be late. Something came up at the studio. Don't wait for me.

Jungkook sighed but left a plate aside for him. He didn't want the food to go to waste and hoped Yoongi would still get to enjoy it later. Then, he called out to the other members, "Hyungs, dinner is ready!"

The sound of footsteps filled the dorm as the members made their way to the dining table. Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung each took a seat, their eyes lighting up at the spread before them.

"Wow, Jungkook-ah, you outdid yourself," Jin said, his tone a mix of surprise and approval. "This looks amazing."

Taehyung picked up his chopsticks eagerly. "I'm starving. Let's eat!"

The room buzzed with laughter and conversation as they dug into the food. Compliments flew across the table, and Jungkook basked in the praise, his heart swelling with pride.

The harmony of the evening didn't last long. By midnight, Jimin was curled up on the couch, his face pale and his hand clutching his stomach.

"I feel awful," he groaned, his voice strained. "I think I'm going to be sick again."

Hoseok hovered over him, his brow furrowed with concern. "Jimin, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Jimin shook his head weakly. "No, I just need to lie down. But... I think it was the food. Jungkook's food."

Jungkook, who had been cleaning up in the kitchen, froze. "Hyung, what do you mean? I was careful—"

"Food poisoning?" Jin cut in, his protective instincts flaring. "Jungkook, are you sure you cooked everything properly?"

"I—yes! I checked the chicken! It was cooked all the way through—"

Namjoon rubbed his temples, a frown deepening the lines on his forehead. "Let's not jump to conclusions, but Jimin's been sick since dinner. It's hard not to think it's related."

Taehyung crossed his arms. "Hyung's really sick. You need to be more careful, Jungkook."

Hoseok sighed. "Maybe it's better if you don't cook for a while."

The words hit Jungkook like a punch to the gut. His lips parted, but no sound came out. The faces of his hyungs, usually so full of warmth and encouragement, now looked cold and accusatory. His throat tightened as the lump in his chest grew heavier.

"I didn't mean to..." he murmured, his voice barely audible.

"Jungkook," Namjoon said firmly, "let's focus on Jimin for now."