bts sickfics [completed]

Jin | Allergies

"Hyung! You've been in here for thirteen hours! I will not tolerate you being too tired in practice tomorrow!" Hoseok exclaimed, his accent shining through due to his irritation as he smacked on the door again. Every so often throughout the day he would arrive at the recording room and find that the door was still locked and that Seokjin was still trying to perfect his verse. He hadn't seen him leave yet; not even once.

They all knew that Seokjin was a perfectionist, but locking himself in a recording room for a day was a bit over the top. Hoseok pounded on the door again, but when he received no response other than a muffled,

"Ten more minutes!" He sighed in defeat and left to his own studio.

Seokjin was having one of those days. He woke up with a scratchy voice that sounded and felt like nails on a chalkboard. He tried the honey and ginger concoction that was well-known amongst vocalists, but nothing was going to stop his stubborn sore throat. Unfortunately, this illness had picked the wrong day to make its appearance, since Seokjin was supposed to be recording his solo track.

Seokjin sighed and poured himself another glass of water, which he gulped down almost instantly. He pressed play on the track again, warming up his voice as it neared the second verse. His voice cracked almost as soon as he opened his mouth. He paused the track and threw his headphones onto the desk, running a hand through his hair.

There was another knock on the door, this time a lot softer, but Jin still snapped and shouted,

"I'm busy, Hoseok." His face fell when he heard a small voice from the other side of the door,

"It's Taehyung. I, um… I got you food, hyung. Because, you know I- uhh, haven't seen you eat all day so-"

Seokjin pulled the door open. He took one look at Taehyung, who seemed to be shrinking into himself at the sight of his hyung so angry. Seokjin sighed and took the food, muttering,

"Thank you. And, uh, I'm sorry. I thought you were Hobi."

Taehyung said quietly,

"Hobi-hyung has a point though, you've been in there for a while."

"I know, I know. I've just gotta nail this verse and I'll be done,"

"You need to rest your voice though, hyung."

Seokjin nodded with a small smile and closed the door, alone with his thoughts again. He placed the white takeout bag on the desk, digging through the variety of food. There was his preferred order of noodles and fried vegetables, but along with them was a small tub of broth that Seokjin had never tried before. It smelled heavenly, so he poured some into his noodle dish and created a sort of impromptu noodle soup.

He listened to the song's instrumental a few times again while he ate, unable to get the task at hand out of his mind. After drinking the remains of the broth from his noodle soup, he disposed of the packaging and quickly stood up, clearing his throat.

Hopefully for the last time, he unpaused the track and was relieved to hear a new smooth, clear tone to his voice. Maybe the break really did help, he thought. He neared the second verse, but his heart sank when he felt his throat ache again. He didn't realise that it was for a completely different reason than before.

He tried to sing regardless, but found that he had lost his breath not even two lines in. He felt himself begin to panic as he gasped sharply, but felt like he wasn't taking any air in. Pressing pause frantically on the track, he choked on a harsh cough that sent him into a more violent coughing fit. He doubled over and clutched his throat, feeling it begin to swell and close up at a faster, more worrying rate.

He thought he was going to have to have what he now knew was an allergic reaction alone, but then he saw a shadow in the frosted glass of the studio door. He knew it was Taehyung when he saw the silhouette's hair. He knew that he couldn't get to his epipen, but in his defense he had no idea that the unfamiliar broth would have celery in it.

"T-tae…" he choked out, finally falling to the floor as he wheezed painfully. Thankfully, he made enough noise when he hit the floor that Taehyung heard the heavy 'thud' coming from inside the recording studio. Taehyung knocked on the door, asking,

"Hyung, are you okay?"

When a strained cry came as a reply, Taehyung opened the door and saw Seokjin on the floor, clutching his throat and wheezing. He rushed to his side, placing a hand on his back. Seokjin felt a few stray tears run down his face as it got harder and harder to get any air in his lungs.

"Hyung! What is it?" Taehyung asked quickly, rubbing his hand up and down the older's back. Seokjin choked and gagged, the lack of oxygen and tension in his chest making his stomach flip. He pointed weakly to his bag, signalling to get his epipen, to which Taehyung realised what was happening. Seokjin was terrified, more tears running down his face as he scratched at his throat. What if he can't find the epipen? What if I stop breathing? What if I-

"... -okay? Jin-hyung!" He felt a harsh impact on his cheek, then finally became aware that he was laying down on the studio floor with Taehyung hovering over him. Taehyung removed the epipen from Seokjin's thigh as his hyung started gasping for air, finally being able to actually inhale clearly. The moment Seokjin was coherent and breathing somewhat normally, he broke down into tears.

Taehyung pulled Seokjin into his lap and ran a hand through his hair, whispering softly,

"Why are you crying hyung? You're okay now," Seokjin held tightly onto Taehyung and whimpered quietly, explaining,

"What if you didn't find me? What if you left and only Hoseokie was here? I was angry at him and I didn't listen and what if I died and the last thing I said-"

"Hyung. Stop overthinking it, okay? You're okay, you always overthink things." Taehyung reassured him. Seokjin sniffled and buried his head in Taehyung's neck. Taehyung cooed and said,

"Besides, it's my fault that you ate something you're allergic to. I didn't check that broth you must've eaten."

Seokjin giggled wetly, wiping his tears away. Taehyung kept hold of the tired Seokjin as he got up and gathered his things. Seokjin looked at him with confusion in his exhausted eyes,

"Where are we going, Taehyungie?"

Taehyung chuckled at the nickname and answered whilst opening the door by pushing it with his ass, since his hands were full of his sleepy hyung,

"We're going to our doctor. As much as I wanna let you sleep it off, you need to get checked incase it was a new allergy."

Seokjin let his head fall onto Taehyung's shoulder, ignoring the strange looks that some staff members gave them on the way to their doctor's office. Seokjin smiled fondly (you know that really cute one he does when he's proud of the members and his eyes close and he looks really content 🥺) and let himself be carried by his saviour, his brother.

He always felt safe in the arms of his members.

(Sorry Hobi lmao you didn't really do a bad thing)

(Also sorry to whoever requested this that I didn't put a hospital visit in the fic, I just feel like too many of my fics get too serious at the end and a lot of my audience would just like a cute, non-serious ending)