BTS Sickfics| Volume 1 (requests are CLOSED)

Vmin: Bultaorene Pt. 1

A/N: A couple things to take into consideration before we get started...

1. This chapter is a packed load of angst. I'm not gonna lie, some of you will cry. There might be people who have tear ducts of steel who may not cry but as for those of you who are extra emotional, watch out!

2. This is not a request, it's a story idea that I've been wanting to write for a while but I just couldn't think of how to do it until now. Don't worry I will take care of requests very soon, I already have a few written down that I plan on writing once I'm a little less busy, but for now, just enjoy this chapter.

3. Warning: Cliffhangers will ensue

Kay! That's all! Enjoy! 😈

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*No One's POV*

"Ulch! What is that awful smell?!" Jin states out loud, once he enters the Bangtan household which currently reeks of burnt kimchee.

"Oh! Hey hyung, you're back! Thank God! Someone can finally help us!" Taehyung says, cheerfully, while lighting nearly 20 different candles once he notices the oldest's presence.

"Yah! It smells like you need help! What the hell happened?! Did you have a kimchee massacre in here or something?!" Jin says while covering his nose with his hand.

"Well, since you were out on errands all night, we had no one to cook for us, so Namjoon hyung tried to make kimchee fried rice for everyone and well... it didn't exactly work out." Jungkook explains, pointing to the singed pan on the stove that's currently smoking whilst the youngest continues to fan the loud smoke detector.

"Aish! What did I tell you guys about letting Namjoon cook?! That's a threat to every form of life in this gosh dang house! Get off!" Jin says as he slightly pushes Jungkook off of the step stool and quickly removes the smoke detector from the ceiling, taking out the battery.

"There, now it'll shut up." Jin says as he tosses the device in one of the spare kitchen drawers.

"Uhhhh, hyung? That's not very safe." Jimin chimes in as the oldest continues to dismantle the smoke detector.

"Relax, Chim-Chim. I'll put it back up tomorrow, we won't be needing it for the rest of the night, now that I'm here. Right now I need to clean up SOMEONE'S MESS!" Jin shouts in Namjoon's direction, making the youngest rapper flinch.

"I mean... it looked really easy when I googled the recipe, but I might've set the the temperature on stove a little too high." Namjoon explained, meekly as he fiddled with his fingers and stared at the ground.

"A little, Namjoon?" Jin asks in a stern manner as he holds up the dark black, kimchee filled frying pan.

"Okay, a lot. I'm really sorry hyung but maybe I could help you-" Namjoon tries to offer before immediately being stopped by Jin.

"No! No way! I think that it's best for everyone's health and wellbeing that you stay faaaaar away from the kitchen. Okay?" Jin replies as he pushes Namjoon out of the kitchen.

"Okay, okaaaay! Jeez, no need to be so pushy." Namjoon complains as he walks away.

"Thank you, and Tae!! Blow out those candles! We don't need to start a house fire tonight." Jin demands to the 2nd maknae.

"But hyyyyyuuung, it's the Anti Stress Therapy collection! They're so calming." Taehyung whines.

"Ah! What's that sound? Oh right, it's the shits that I don't give. Blow them out right now! I'm not repeating myself." Jin replies strictly as he proceeds to scrape the burnt food in the trash.