bts sickfics [completed]

Jungkook | Flu

The only time I'll write with movitation is when I'm motivated to NOT do my homework.
Procrastination at its finest boys.

Enjoy over 2k words of bad grammar and the improper use of 'hyung'.
EDIT: nvm I've changed the mistakes now.

A large problem arose when Jungkook woke up that morning. Not only had he been hit with a pounding headache, but his entire complexion was about seven shades paler.

Feeling slightly uneasy, he threw his covers off of him and got dressed into his soft pyjama pants, and a grey oversized sweater. His hair was a mess and he was still technically wearing pyjamas but he didn't care.

All he wanted was cuddles from the members. Luckily, today was a day off and the other six had all arranged to stay in the apartment all day.

He trudged down the stairs and went straight to the kitchen. Sitting at the breakfast bar, he dropped his head into one arm on the table, with the other around his twisting stomach.

Yoongi, Taehyung and Jimin were already up and in the lounge. Taehyung heard someone come downstairs and entered the kitchen to see Jungkook sitting with his head on the table and his brunette hair a fluffy mess.

"Morning Kook!" he said whilst opening a cupboard and taking a plate out,

"Didn't expect you to have a lie in, but I guess it's a day off. Toast?"

He spoke pretty quickly, so Jungkook only just got the gist of what he was saying. He mumbled,

"M'not hungry,"

Taehyung turned and eyed his friend in worry. He put the plate down next to Jungkook and sat opposite him, running a hand through Jungkook's hair. He felt how warm his skin was, and expected the worst.

"What's wrong?" He asked, pouting at the sight of the maknae. Jungkook finally lifted his head and the sight made Taehyung gasp.

His skin was so pale it was practically grey, and he was sweating, a lot. Tae cooed at how sick he looked,

"Awww, Kookie, you're not looking too hot,"

Jungkook nodded weakly and winced. He felt just about ready to cry, or puke his guts out. Or both.

"Well, I'll make you some breakfast and then you can rest. You need to eat something," Tae leapt up and put some bread in the toaster.

Jungkook was non-plussed about the thought of food entering his system, but he didn't want to let Taehyung down so he nodded again, and let his head slump back onto the table.

Tae scraped some butter onto the toast and put it on the plate next to Jungkook's head.

Jungkook sensed the movement and forced his head up. Every inch of his body felt like it had been replaced with cement, so completing such a task was much more difficult than usual.

Taehyung pulled up a chair next to him.

"So what is it, head? Stomach?" he asked as he threw an arm around his miserable looking bandmate. Jungkook swallowed the piece of toast in his mouth and muttered,

"Both,"

"Awww, poor thing!" Tae almost exclaimed. He glanced downwards and saw that Jungkook was wearing pyjama pants. "You look ready to sleep already, let's get you back upstairs."

Jungkook nodded half-heartedly and got up slowly. Taehyung binned the rest of the toast on his way out and then caught up with Jungkook, who wasn't ahead of him by much.

After trudging up the stairs, Taehyung opened the door to Jungkook's room. He let Jungkook sit on the side of his bed and then proceeded to cover him in several blankets and extra pillows. Jungkook suddenly looked tiny and vulnerable under the blankets with cute pink cheeks, even though he was a lot broader than Taehyung.