The Last Snowflake | BTS

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Namjoon rested his head on the table, the headache pounding incessantly. Tired as he was, he continued writing lyric after lyric. The song had to be out by next week, and Namjoon was only on the third verse. "Namjoon hyung." He sat up as soon as he heard Jimin's voice. "Yes?" He asked, opening the door. He tried to ignore the magnified pain in his head. Jimin smiled sheepishly, brandishing a tray.

 There was a piece of buttered toast and a cup of coffee on it. "You should eat, hyung. Song writing must be so stressful. And you better sleep soon." Jimin commented. 

Namjoon smiled, accepting the tray. "Thanks, Jimin. You should sleep as well. Good night!" He told the younger. Jimin waved and left. Namjoon sat back down, eating the buttery goodness as he watched Jimin's retreating back. Going back to his lyrics, he worked until the early hours of the morning. It was 4:00am when he slipped into his bed in his shared dorm with Taehyung. When he woke up the next morning at nine, it came as no surprise to Namjoon that he felt dizzy and dull, unable to take in any of his surroundings.

"You've been working late again haven't you?" Jin commented as Namjoon sat next to him, biting into a tasteless baguette slice. Namjoon nodded tiredly, and Jin frowned.

"I thought Manager Hyung told you to stop? It's not good for your health." He said.

Namjoon sighed, and, unable to say anything, just continued nodding. Jin shook his head and turned away to speak to Taehyung, who, unlike Namjoon, was bouncing with energy. Dance practice was more like a chore than usual, as his head was still bothering him. 

"Namjoon!" Bangtan's manager barked.  Namjoon followed his manager out of the dance room, catching Hoseok giving him a sympathetic look.

"Have you been working late again?" Sejin demanded. Namjoon nodded, hanging his head. 

Sejin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Namjoon, please stop working so late. This is not good for your health!" 

"Well what did you expect me to do? You wanted this new song to be out by next week!" Namjoon shot back. He wasn't usually like this, and was more often mild mannered, but the strain of yesterday's activities made his temper rise rapidly. 

Sejin looked a bit taken aback by Namjoon's behaviour. "Joon, it's okay if the song is late. I'm sure everyone would agree, and especially ARMY's. Please take the time to rest today, okay?" Sejin patted Namjoon's shoulder and sent him back to practice. Regardless of what his manager had said, Namjoon couldn't rest. Don't let them down, Namjoon. He told himself. He sighed and put on Desiigner's Panda as he continued to write lyrics.

"Hyung!" Jungkook poked his head through the door. 

Namjoon looked up. "Hm?" 

Jungkook smiled. "Me and Taehyung are getting food for the others, do you want anything?" Namjoon's mouth watered at the thought of food.

"Hmm...How about glass noodles and bulgogi?" He suggested. Jungkook nodded.

"Oh, and Jin hyung says get the fuck away from your laptop." He added quickly before disappearing. Namjoon laughed, shaking his head at the maknae. Namjoon knew Jin was right though. Getting out of his chair, he made his way to the lounge. 

"It's about time!" Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. 

Namjoon shrugged. He didn't feel the need to talk. Hoseok walked over and sat next to Namjoon. "Joon, you'll tell us if you feel bad, right?" He fretted.

"Yes, I will, I know." Namjoon comforted his hyung. Hoseok gave his signature heart smile that made the whole room brighter. Speaking of which, Namjoon HAD noticed that his headaches had gotten worse recently. In fact, he would even say they had developed in migraines. I need to see a doctor. He thought to himself. When Taehyung and Jungkook returned with the food, he had already lost my appetite. 

"I-I don't think I'm hungry anymore..." Namjoon announced quietly.

Jin stood up, outraged. "You NEED to EAT!" He shouted, glaring at Namjoon.

For once, Namjoon cowered under his Hyung's gaze. "I-I'm sorry..." He murmured. Hoseok went over to Jin. With a few words of comfort from Hoseok, Jin sat back down again, although his gaze was still set on Namjoon. Jin's outburst was all Namjoon need to push him. He shovelled down his food. Five minutes later, Namjoon was hurtling towards his dorm, pushing the toilet seat up and throwing up.

His hands slipping off the knob because of his sweat, Namjoon managed to flush and sit down. The cold bathroom tiles felt like ice against his body. There was a knock on the door. "Namjoon hyung? Are you okay?" Taehyung said against the door. 

"Fine!" Namjoon called back. Taehyung opened the door. Fuck. He'd forgotten to lock it. Taehyung frowned worriedly but didn't comment.

"Get some rest." The younger ordered. Namjoon obliged, rinsing his mouth with water and flopping onto the bed. Within minutes, he drifted off into an oblivion.