BTS Sickfics

Jungkook's Allergic Reaction

request by Armanto_JayKey :)

this is a short one :')

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Jungkook's POV -

It's been a pretty weird month. We've been planning a comeback, and it was soon to drop, but, after a huge storm, all of the fuses blew in the BigHit building. We currently have no dance studio, no production rooms, no recording rooms. Nothing. Anything we need to make the album, we have no access to.

Which also means all of the computers are gone, too. They still have all of our stuff on, they just won't turn on. Yoongi and Namjoon thankfully have their USB sticks, with their independant songs on, but, without the producers' computers, we can't actually release anything.

It's been a bit irritating with the tour, too, as we've had to move all the dates back. Thankfully, it was just Asian fans who have already bought tickets, so other dates have been able to be moved back without any problems. The Asian fans obviously aren't too happy, since now some of them can't go, but at least they'll get a refund. There's not really all that much we can do.

However, that does mean, until things are all sorted out, we've gone back on break. Yoongi and Namjoon do work every now and then, and Hoseok holds dances in the living room, but we don't have to do it.

It's early autumn, which means, in Seoul, it's blazing hot. But it's that sort of warm where you can actually sit out for ages, and enjoy the nice warm weather, and we can swim in the pool without getting burnt straight away. I am personally very relaxed.

I head into Seokjin's room, after he hadn't appeared for breakfast. He's become addicted to video games again, so I'm not worried about him. I just want him to eat something. "Seokjin hyung?"

"Mm?"

He sits on his computer, tapping away at his computer. His room is dark, so just his face is illuminated by the screen.

"Hyung? Don't you want any breakfast?"

He looks up at me, his eyes going wide. "Jesus Christ, what time is it?"

I look at my watch. "Just past nine, hyung."

"Fuck me!"

"No thanks."

He pushes away from his desk, his face staying alarmed. He whips open the curtains to reveal the bright sun. He hisses a little, squinting into the light. I have no idea when the last time he saw the sun was. He looks at me, smiling nervously.

"Don't shout at me, Jungkook, but I might have stayed up the whole night playing my game. I didn't even realise the time."

I roll my eyes at him, sighing. "Just come and have some breakfast, and spend some time with us. You're being a hermit."

Seokjin nods a little, and we leave the room. Just as Seokjin shuts the door, Namjoon comes out of his room, carrying a small suitcase. He looks like he's going away somewhere. When he catches us, he jumps a little, like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't. I stay, waiting for some form of explanation.

"I was hoping I could just leave you a note," he says, and I can hear something in his voice. I stare a little harder at him, and notice his pink eyes, and his nose looks red, like he's been crying. "My dad is sick in hospital, so I'm going up to see them for a few days. PDnim knows, so I'm not sneaking off. I just-" his voice cracks, and his face creases, tears dripping down his cheeks "-I d-didn't want you t-to see me c-cry!"

Before I can react, Seokjin pulls him into a hug, pushing his head down onto his broad shoulder so he can hide his tears. He sobs, clinging tighter to Seokjin, but I can hear him trying to control his breaths, trying to calm himself down.