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Namjoon: Lost Voice

once again i didnt save the name of the person who requested this,, so if you requested lmk so i can give you credit lmao i hate myself

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Namjoon's POV -

When we come off the stage for the last time for the concert, thus ending it, I grab a tissue and blow my nose. I've had a cold the past few days, and, although it's not the worst one I've had, it couldn't have come at a worse time. We're right in the middle of a tour, and I'm not performing my best. It's hard to rap when your nose is blocked up completely and there's snot dripping into your mouth.

It could be worse, I suppose. I could have a cough, or have the flu. I could be all feverish and worn out. Although I do feel tired, it's not crushing me, and I don't feel too bad in general. Maybe that's because I've started to shake off the cold, though. I could even lose my voice.

Yoongi pats my arm. "Good job tonight, Namjoon. That was a really good concert."

I have to strain my ears to understand what he's saying, but then I nod my head. "You were great, hyung!"

He pats my arm again, and moves away. There's not a lot of time to talk when you're weaving round bent in half underneath the stage when everyone is shouting.

I follow the others out into the back, and end up in our changing room. Despite everyone stripping their clothes off their sweaty bodies, they start to shout and call to each other, shouting 'good job' back and forth.

I get changed into outdoor clothes quietly, folding my hair back under a hat, and covering my face in a mask. I get the normal shivery numbness of the comedown of a concert, and, as the others get quieter, I know they're going through the same thing, too.

As soon as we're all ready, we pile towards the back door, where our minivan is waiting to take us back to the hotel. Although there's no fans back here, there's plenty of security and police, ready to lead us out onto the main road. Making sure no one follows us to our rooms, that is. It's happened before. It's scary.

I settle back into my seat, sniffing again and again. It seems that it doesn't matter how many times I blow my nose, it's always going to drip. I'm annoying myself, but thankfully, the boys don't say anything.

It's only as we approach the hotel that Jungkook taps my shoulder a little. "Hyung, you're really sniffly. Like, really sniffly. Is your cold not going away? I couldn't hear it when you were rapping."

I blow my nose once again, feeling the abrasive tissue rub against my sore nose. I know it must look bright red, despite the fact I haven't washed off my stage makeup yet.

"It's cleAring up."

I pause a little at the voice crack. We usually tease each other when it comes to our voices cracking, but the car is filled with silence, and I can feel the tension rising. It could just be a one off, or ...

"CleariNg up."

A small ache of pain lances through my throat, making me splutter a little. I look at Seokjin, who is sitting next to me. His eyes are round, and he looks at me with alarm. "Namjoon, is your throat hurting, or something?"

I shake my head a little, but then I think better of it, and not my head. "Only a little. Only whEn it crAcks."

There's more silence in the car. I look up at the hotel in front of us, but the thought of a night's sleep isn't making me feel any better. I could just be tired from giving a good performance, or I could be coming down with a throat problem. My shoulders feel heavy as I ponder between the two. This isn't good.