BTS Sickfics| Volume 1 (requests are CLOSED)

Jikook: Winter will Pass

A/N: Welp it's time to be unloyal to my main ship.

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Requested by: Rayium
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*No One's POV*

It was a snowy December evening in Seoul. Jungkook was in his recording studio at the BigHit headquarters making some final touches on a new song he had been working on by himself.

He was trying to finish up as fast as he possibly could, because the weather forecast this evening had predicted a huge snow storm in his area and he was not wanting to get caught up in that.

As Jungkook was taking one last listen to the final product he kept hearing a loud bass beat coming from the dance studio. Something he had been hearing since he arrived at his work space 5 hours ago. He had assumed it was just the new girl group trainees practicing for their soon to come debut. BigHit had casted them a while back and they had been practicing nonstop since then.

Jungkook had no idea how he was supposed to focus with all the noise, it was a huge distraction. He tried time and time again to not pay any attention to the sound, but it was just so damn loud. Trying to avoid it was like trying to teach a rock to dance. It was impossible. Jungkook was never going to get anything done at this rate. He hated having to bother the trainees when they were working so hard, but this was a small shared working space, it was important to take other people's jobs into consideration also, so Jungkook didn't really have much of a choice in this case.

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In the Dance Studio
*Jimin's POV*

"Left, right, right...  left? No that's not it." I muttered to myself as I messed up the choreography for what felt like the millionth time. I was extremely disappointed in my incompetence I should know this by now.

I tried to hit the beat drop again but unfortunately I was ultimately stopped by the splitting pain in my head again and crouched to the ground rubbing my temples. Even though practicing my dancing with the flu may not have been the smartest choice, I couldn't help it. Not understanding that one move just crawled under my skin, it was almost like a need for me to get it right. I had to push myself more.

After taking a small breather to get my head settled I stood back up and began to start again.

"Okay Jimin focus, you've got the first part down, only 15 more steps to go." I muttered quietly to hopefully give myself some form of reassurance when in reality I just looked like a chicken on ice skates.

I tried the spin one more time. However the only thing that really turned was my stomach, I could already feel today's breakfast coming back out again. I quickly ran over to a nearby trash can and let my stomach take over from there.

"Hyung?" I hear Jungkook's familiar voice say from the door to the studio. Shit, he can't see me here, everyone thinks I'm still at the dorm resting.

"K-Kookie? Wh-what are you doing here?" I ask, quickly moving away from the trashcan after I've finished vomiting.

"I should be the one asking you that, hyung. When Jin hyung checked your temperature this morning it was 101.2° and you were puking your guts out. You should be resting." Jungkook scolded me.

"I'm sorry Kookie, but I had to come out here today. I could not let my horrendous dancing stay the way it was, especially only days before our concert, it was a catastrophe." I explained trying to draw my attention away from the the fact that my stomach felt like there was a literal chain squeezing it.

"Hyung, your dancing is fine. You're just getting into your head again. You need to rest so you can get better. Come let's get out of here before the weather gets bad." Jungkook insisted but I disagreed.