𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝. [𝕁𝕁𝕂 ℂ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔]

𝔹𝕋𝕊𝕩𝕁𝕂: ❝ℝ𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕡𝕥. 𝕀.❞

AAAAAAAAAA I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN SO LONG TT
I'm trying to get back to it but I have sm hw to do and hhhh ;-;
BUT I'LL FINISH THE SCHOOL YEAR SOON, AND GRADUATE NEXT YEAR WOOHOOO
Oh shit I'l graduate next year I'm---
ANYGAYS
Here I am with a laptop and attempting to write. SO HERE WE GO, HERE COMES NOTHING!!
okAY

I actually feel like making this into a full pledged story of short-ish chapters-- should I?

Oh also also thanks to @drinkwithchim for the plot idea

TW; seizures, bleeding, vomit, sickness.
All medical information used has been researched beforehand.

𝕊𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥

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•𝕋ℍ𝕀ℝ𝔻 ℙ𝔼ℝ𝕊𝕆ℕ ℕ𝔸ℝℝ𝔸𝕋𝕆ℝ•

Things were going just about so smoothly that it would be hard to believe something could ever go wrong.
Despite the so very annoying pandemic and quarantine, and them being unable to do one of their classic huge, crowded concerts for the biggest stadiums and make those places look small for the amount of people they attracted; their business was escalating like never before.
Having free time for the lack of tours and concerts, they were working non-stop on their albums, producing track-list after track-list, practising choreographs for hours on end, writing lyrics, discussing ideas, having plentiful of meetings. So needless to say, they kept their ARMY well fed in content during these very hard and tedious times.
But you can't say pandemic without, indeed, as already mentioned before; saying complicated. It was.
Nobody knew, because they'd never tell. Nobody but themselves had any clue of the upmost exhaustion they were all going through for this past year.
December is nearing, and the situation in the world hadn't gotten much better since the beginning of it all. They were tired and fed up of it all, but doing their best to put through it while giving their fans their characteristic bright smiles.

And speaking of which, they were currently practising their choreography for Dynamite. And all seven of them were so tired, but they had to go on. After all, all they ever did, all they've ever done, was only and just only for their wonderful and beloved ARMY. So they kept pushing through, with Hoseok on the imminent choreography lead.
"Pam, pam, pampampam, pam, pam, pampampam." his coordination was perfectly aligned with the music's timing, not missing a single step on the whole way as he gracefully led the team through. "Alright, guys. Water break and then we'll continue."
Six relieved breaths were exhaled at that very moment, all seven boys dragging their sore and exhausted feet to their bags that laid at a corner, getting their respective water bottles and towels out as they sat down on the polished wooden floor with a thud each.
"Hey, Kook-ah." the youngest hummed while gulping down mouthfuls of water from his bottle. "You look pale, are you feeling alright?"
Said pale-looking brunet pulled the bottle away from his mouth with a small exhale, just nodding. "Yes, hyeong, it's nothing. I'm just tired, we all are."

The boy couldn't have said truer words, for they were all just plainly exhausted.
Seokjin just nodded, drifting his focus back to his own water bottle and downing half of it.
This allowed Jeongguk to just stare at his own bottle with empty, distant eyes. His world felt like it was fading away, his gaze lost in the object before his very doe eyes.
Unfocused was what he was, stuck in his own mindless mind. His empty thoughtless thoughts, filled to the brim with exhaustion.
He felt as though he hadn't slept in so long, yet got some good eight hours of sleep every night, which used to be restful; yet lately, became less so.
But he felt so strange, and couldn't help but to have the feeling that- "-guk, Jeongguk, Jeon Jeongguk, earth calling to Jeon Jeongguk!!"
The boy blinked a few times, looking up at the main dancer, who looked stern, and had his arms crossed over his chest.
"Huh?"
"Yes, 'huh', I've been calling you for five fricking minutes, what were you even thinking about that could be possibly more important than going back to dance practice?"
"I'm sorry."
"Of course you are. Now get up, we have a long day ahead of us."
"Hoseok, don't be so harsh, he's tired." Namjoon said, sympathising with the poor maknae, yet the dancer refused to budge.
"As we all are, but you don't see us slacking or being too busy zoning off for minutes."