BTS Sickfics

Yoongi, What's Wrong With Jungkook?

request by Armanto_JayKey :)

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Yoongi's POV -

Life is a non-stop motion that we often don't focus on. Life is busy, a kaleidoscope of colours, sounds, tastes. We breeze through it until it's too late. It can't be changed, and it can't be restarted. There's one chance to make it right.

I look down at the verse on the page. I don't like it, it's too soppy, but Namjoon smiles brightly, waiting for my input. Namjoon's writing is always like this - deep, emotional, thought provoking. It's not my style, but it always ends up working out. He's good like that. He can sense the way music is evolving before it's even happened. I look at the verse again, and I already know the fans are gonna love it.

I hand him the notebook back. "It's very you, Namjoon. I'm not a fan, but it's good, nonetheless. You should use it."

"If you don't like it, I can change it."

"No, it's excellent writing, but you know it's not my style. It never has been. But the fans love this stuff, so you should go for it. You're in charge here."

Namjoon sits down next to me, folding the notebook shut. "You're the best producer."

I blush violently, hiding my face a little. Namjoon grins and rubs my back gently, before getting back up, and heading towards the stage. We have a concert tonight, in France, and I'm looking forward to it. It's the last in line, so we're all shattered, but the Love Yourself tour will never be over. I watch as people come past, carrying cameras and lighting, preparing for later. We've just finished the sound check, and the fans who saw it have already filed out quietly.

Someone sits heavily next to me, his breath wheezy. It's Jungkook. "Hyung," he says hoarsely. "I think I'm sick."

"What?? You were fine earlier!"

He nods. "My chest really hurts, hyung. I can't breathe."

I wrap my arms around him, supporting him, looking around wide-eyed for the medic. "Have you seen the medic? You might need a hospital."

He nods. "Already seen him. He listened to my heart and stuff, but he just gave me pain killers. They're not working, hyung. I'm scared!"

I shush him a little, listening to him struggling for breath. He's never had asthma, and he's had breathing troubles in his life. I start to wonder if he's having some sort of panic attack. I stand up with him, trying to get him somewhere quieter.

Jungkook gives a soft whimper, suddenly leaning heavily into me. I turn, and gasp, realising he's passing out. I quickly grab him properly, and help lower him to the floor. He doesn't come around, so I start to fan him, calling for help.

Hoseok shows up first, starting to run when he sees Jungkook on the floor. "What's happened?" he cries, scooping Jungkook into his arms, jerking him a little.

I glare a little, upset that Hoseok might be hurting him. "Put him down! He might be hurt! He just passed out when we stood, but I don't know what's wrong with him!"

"Where's the medic?"

"He's already seen the medic! He gave him some pain killers?"

"Which ones?" I look at Hoseok. Why on earth does it matter? He tuts at me impatiently. "Hyung! He's allergic to paracetamol! It always makes him pass out!"

The medic must have heard me, or someone alerted me, as he comes running, carrying his bag. "Jungkook? What's happened?" He kneels on the floor, bringing out oxygen. As soon as he puts the mask on Jungkook's face, he whines softly, starting to come around. Hoseok is still holding onto him.