Request by @rbfmyg

|| Jungkook cystic fibrosis

Hi. i'm planning on posting this on new year, so happy new year. If i can't control myself and i post it while it's still 2020, then hi, i have no self control. :)

Frick I almost pressed publish (12/31/20) (New Years eve)

Don't mind my random pop in's when i just write whatever that has nothing pertaining to the story, i just don't have the best attention span. Lmao is that considered braking the fourth wall. Idk probably not, yea it's not. Cuz i gotta like say my name or something yea never mind.

Omg see i did it again wthhhhhhh

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"101." Seokjin reads, pulling the thermometer from the maknae's mouth. "Go get the fever reducers." He sighs, brushing jungkook's damp, sweaty hair from his forehead. Namjoon leaves the room, heading for the medication.

"Feeling any better after a nap?"

A side affect of the medicine Jungkook takes for his cystic fibrosis (pulmozyme) is fevers. It works really well for him, it reduces the amount of lung infections he gets. The only problem is that he is left with horrible side affects, that sometimes, he just doesn't want the medication at all. He's left burning with fever and feeling weak. Although this medication can to some extent, save his life, he isn't very fond of it.

"Mmmm'tired.." He slurs, a shiver is sent down his spine leaving him searching for any sort of warmth. He ends up huddling further into Jin's side, in hopes that his warm sweater will warm him up. "B-blankeett" He takes a sharp inhale before letting out a chesty cough. He's absolutely miserable.

"Jungkook-ah, i told you, you need to drop your fever first.." The maknae only whines in response. Jin wonders why he didn't respond, but his answer is found when he hears a light sniffle. He looks down to get a better look at Jungkook's face. A tear is falling down his cheek and he's trying to cover it up by wiping them quickly.

"Don't cry... hyung is sorry." His words weren't meant to be harsh, but he needed to get his point across. He was a real softie for jungkook, but when it came to his health, he wanted him to be safe more than anything. He couldn't stand to see him suffer, but giving him a thick and heavy blanket would only cause more suffering.

"You can have a thin one, okay?" He thumbs his tears away, trying not to tear up himself. This is a monthly thing for the maknae. "Will that make you stop crying?" He takes the small blanket from off the floor and places it gently on top of the shivering boy.

"Jungkookie, my jungkookie." Hoseok starts as he enters the room. "I heard you weren't feeling to well, my love." Hoseok's outfit is bright with colors. Although he was wearing plain jeans and a denim jacket, the bright pop of his phone case, sunglasses, shirt, and shoes made him shine. Nothing could usually break Hoseok's smile, he could always smile through the pain weather it would harm him or not. But the sight of their maknae in pain, lying on the bed feeling weak and unable to move made a deep frown appear on his face instantly.

Jungkook shakes his head. His cheeks are flushed pink, and his bangs drip with sweat. The candle on the other side of the room is the only light, but it's just enough to see how sick the maknae looks. It gives the whole room an orange-ish tint, but it makes Jungkook happy.

The scent is a reminder that after he takes his medicine, even if he is left feeling crappy and tired, he can breathe through his nose. And he isn't struggling to take a deep breath before mucus clogs his lungs. It's a blessing.

There is a knock on the door, heavy, instead of light. And everyone immediately knows it's namjoon. The leader has heavy hands, and is often clumsy. But it doesn't stop him from trying to help everyone he can, as carefully as he can. That's what makes him such a great leader. As well as his other amazing skills. ( i wish... if only i could have his amazing communication skills.. :/ lol )

"Come in joon." Hoseok says after getting the 'ok' from jin, who is still cuddled up to jungkook.

"Here, your fever should be gone by tomorrow in time for the show." His side affects usually only lasted a day or two, which was a relief. Today was a break day from the tour they were currently on. Next week's performance would take place in busan, jimin and jungkook's home town, so they wanted to make it good.

It was rare that they ever got a show in busan, so jimin and jungkook practically got on their hands and knees to beg the managers. Jungkook was particularly excited, since he had left home at an early age to go pursue his dreams. He did see his parents twice a year most of the time, but they rarely came to see him perform.

He didn't expect anything more, they were by no means going to book a flight to Japan to come see him. And he wasn't mad about it. He wouldn't do it either. But when they were in his home town, where his parents still lived, he was quite hopeful that they would show up at the concert.

"I wanna call...eomma..." Jungkook started, he was looking forward to seeing his mom. He hoped that even if he couldn't dance and sing next week, rather than sit in a chair looking for his parents, he could give them a call ahead of time. "Tell her.. About the concert." Jin nods, grabbing jungkook's phone from the nightstand.

"Don't scare her, alright?"

"I know, hyung." He pauses to cough. "She is aware of side affects." Jin is the only one in the room to laugh, it's awkward. Jungkook just unlocks his phone, and goes to the phone app.

"We should give him some privacy, hyung. You too, joon." Hoseok says. Namjoon nods, putting the medicine on the counter before leaving the room, Hoseok goes too, but looks back to make sure jin is coming. Jin just stands there, not moving, or if he is, it's very slowly. "Hyung, come on."

"I don't want to leave him alone. What if-"

"Hyung." And Jin exits the room, not escaping too far into the dorms, but enough so he can still be there if anything were to go wrong while he wasn't there.

"Eomma... I know. I was just so excited to perform for you.. And. I know. I think I can do it though. It'll be okay, I promise. Nothing bad will happen. I just want you to be there.. Of course it's okay if you can't but-.. Thank you. I love you eomma. Bye, see you then." He blows a kiss into the phone before hanging up, exhausted.

He will make this a good performance for his mom next week.

It will be the best show he ever performs, for his parents.

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The buzzing of his alarm clock is enough to startle him awake the following morning. He wasn't burning with fever, and he felt so much better. It was probably just a one off. Although, he did have a slight hint that something was in fact going wrong, he never got that sick from the side affects. He was never that limp, and tired.

He had just a scintilla of a thought that something wasn't right.

"Jungkookie? How you doing?"

"I'm good, thanks jiminsii." Jimin chuckles, and jungkook follows. Jimin proceeds to place himself on the bed next to the maknae, shoving him to turn off the alarm. The main vocalist presses the button, and moves himself so Jimin's head is resting on his shoulder.

"Jungkook-ah..." Jimin pouts. "This is uncomfortable."

"Maybe if you would grow.." Jungkook teases, ticking jimin's stomach lightly until he is kicked away.

"Yah! I was being nice to you y'know?! I came to check on you, and this is what I get? Wow jungkook-ah, wow...." Jimin laughs at the end of his scolding, showing that it was in fact, a joke that he took lightheartedly.

"Are you excited to perform in Busan in two days? We can finally see our parents!" Jungkook happily flaps his arms in excitement, and jimin hugs him. "I really hope Junghyun comes, I miss him so much."

"I'm sure he will, i also hope jihyun comes." Jimin pauses, seeming to be pondering something. "Are you sure you're alright? I mean you looked, really, really ill yesterday."

"Yes, hyung. I'm fine."

"I don't believe you-" He starts, but is interrupted by Jungkook's protests. "-But, you need to get ready to meet with choreographer-nim, this stage is really different." Jungkook nods, and jimin rubs his back gently before getting up to go get ready himself.

"You're the one that needs to get ready! You are going to Jimin again!"

"Oh, shut up."

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Jungkook looks over to the vest in the corner of the room, sitting on his dresser. He hates it, despises it. It makes him feel trapped, and like he is choking. He hates the feeling of the mucus clearing from his throat and system, and he hates the way it inflates and rides up his chest.

He just hates the damn thing. The inhaler that thins his mucus is also torture, because of the dumb side affects and how hard it is to actually retain the medicine. But other than that, he's fine. Just fine.

He is supposed to use the vest twice a day. But with the way he was feeling, he probably should use it four times a day. But no. Just the thought of the vest enclosing in on him, or the inhaler's painful sharp inhale it required, he'd pass for today.

'He would take it tomorrow', he promised himself.

And so he went to the choreography, suffering. His mucus was thick, he couldn't breathe, and everything ached. He thought he could feel his fever coming back, but he denied it because it was too close to show day. He thought that since he was denying it, and ignoring the problem, that it would go away. (relatable)

And so the next day came.

'I'll take it tomorrow.' he promised again.

Show day was tomorrow.

'I'll take it before the show.'

This time he really would have, if he hadn't woken up late. He was rushing himself to get out of bed, and to get ready. To eat, and to get dressed. But by the time he had realized that he had already eaten before taking his medication and doing the vest, it was too late.

You probably shouldn't eat within an hour of doing the vest, just because it would cause a lot of pressure. And you would probably end up throwing up because of all the mucus that gathered up throughout the night. And so, jungkook decided that he'll take it tonight. After the concert. Then it'll be okay.

He chose to ignore his sweaty forehead, and aching chest and head.

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The world was spinning entirely for the maknae, more than your average 'rotation', no, this was full on spinning. He couldn't gather his bearings, and his chest felt tight. He knew he needed to take a break, but he honestly didn't know if he could sit down without passing out.

There were no tickets available for sound check today, so there was no one in the audience at the moment. He could sit down right here, right now if he wanted to. But that would also mean that his members and their staff would sense an issue from him, and not let him perform.

He was in constant dilemma, he couldn't decide. Do it for your health, or do it for your family. He did in fact find out that his older brother, Junghyun, would be attending the show, as well as both of his parents. He was over the moon about it.

Jimin's brother would be coming too, as well as his mom. His dad unfortunately couldn't make it.

His chest felt like it was on fire, it was burning him and each cough sent him flying to the ground. (does that even make sense. Probably not.) No one else seemed to be sweating as much as the maknae was, they were only walking through the moves without making everything powerful like they would attempt to in the concert. This was just to make sure everyone knew the adjusted choreography, and the sounds and audios were working. As well as inner ear pieces, mics, and that everyone knew their speeches.

Suddenly, he couldn't take it anymore. He let himself sink into the ground, yet still conscious. He sat there, as people flooded him with questions. The maknae's health was a number on priority, especially since he already had a lung condition. Any illness could put him in hospital.

His limbs felt weak, and all he could do was sit there. Wait for someone to help him back on his feet. "Jungkook? Can you hear me?" Jungkook groaned, tirdely. "Look at me, hun." Jungkook slowly lifted his face so that the choreographer could see his tired eyes, sweaty forehead, and the oddly lighter than normal complexion of his skin.

"Are you dizzy?" jungkook didn't want to nod, afraid the constant spinning of the world would get worse. "Lay down." they gently pushed him to the floor, and the cool temperature of it relaxed with muscles. Although, it did make it harder to breath.

He gasped, shocked at the sudden lack of air. Panicking, he sat back up, painting. Yet the mucus kept clogging him up. He choked on it, until it eventually made its way all the way up his throat. He kept coughing, because he needed to get it up. If he didn't he would choke on his own mucus.

"Easy.." The medics said as they came in. Jungkook was practically heaving trying to cough up the thick mucus. He didn't take his inhaler, or his vest. Making the mucus extremely thick, and more prone to infections and illnesses. "Get it up, and then you can use the inhaler." the medics always carried a spare of his inhaler, because the maknae never brought it unless reminded.

He coughed for a little while longer before something finally came up. It was almost a white color, or a very pale yellow. It looked disgusting, and some of the members even backed away. "There you go. That's the most of it, do you want the inhaler?" Jungkook nodded, he was in desperate need of a remedy.

"Three, two, one." He counted down for Jungkook's next inhale, and pressed the button down. "Breathe deep." Jungkook followed, it wasn't easy, but he did it. It sent another shiver down his spine once the medicine was in, and a tickle down his throat. "You might not be doing the concert, you must be coming down with something. You're burning up."

"No!" it took all his strength and energy to get that one word out. "Parent! Family coming!" he couldn't miss this concert, if a concert was going to be his favorite, it would be this one. He didn't get to go home on his birthday (not like he ever does though) and the next time he could see his parents was during the holidays. It was October, not that close. (let's pretend it's october, okay?)

"Jungkook don't argue with me. You are unwell, you have a lung condition and now you are sick. You need rest, everyone will understand, it'll be okay." He said, massaging the smalls of the maknae's back. Jungkook could feel more mucus making its way up his chest, this time thinner and more manageable.

It did feel a bit odd though, almost burning on the way up just as vomit would. But he knew he wasn't going to throw up, he wasn't nauseous at all. Just weak and tired.

"You are going to sit on a chair this concert, but if you feel very unwell then come back stage. We don't want you passing out on stage or anything. If you get dizzy, tell a member or staff. Okay Jungkook-ah?"

Jungkook nodded, he wasn't happy with the decision, but what authority did he have over the medical staff. Any staff in general to be honest.

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The tune of anpanman fills the auditorium. Screams emit from all over, indicating strong and never ending support from army. Jungkook's parents had texted them their seats, since it is nearly impossible to spot them in the sea of purple.

(just curious, how many of you have been to a concert? My cousin went to a ly concert in 2017 or 2018, i can't remember, and she pretty much had front row seats. She was recording [because memories :)] and she got namjoon to make eye contact with her phone and smile! {namjoon is her bias} She showed me the video and i'm honestly kinda jealous hehe.. Anyways, sorry for the story time, continue reading)

He searched the crowd for their seats, and was ecstatic when he finally spotted his dad. He didn't look disappointed, or mad that jungkook wasn't performing, he was just enjoying the show. Even looking at Jungkook a few times, making eye contact and smiling. Jungkook waved back.

He saw his mom and his brother, and even somehow managed to spot Jimin's brother in the front row. He had never had a strong connection with Jimin's family, but they had met a couple of times and talked. It wasn't per say the most awkward thing in the world, but it was definitely awkward. But he did know that they cared for every bangtan member. And they would for sure take care of Jungkook if something were to go wrong.

During V's parts, when he wasn't trying to hit an amazing move, he would go over to the maknae. he would move over to jungkook and point at him whenever the song said 'anpanman'. Army's cooed over this, and he was sure this would be all over twitter. Especially when the members formed a little dancing circle around him, where they completely disregarded the dance.

Jungkook laughed at his hyungs' antics.

Soon enough that song was over.

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When Fake Love came on, after the costume change, (which was filled with people pestering jungkook and asking if he was still okay) Jungkook started to feel less into the concert. He was no longer jamming to the music, rather feeling sad and sick.

His chest burned with pain again, and this time he couldn't just suck it up like all the other times. This was the worst pain he's felt in years.

He hadn't developed many chest infections when he was young, probably because he didn't overwork himself, and his mother always reminded him to take care of himself. But he ultimately couldn't help the fact that he was not very discreetly rubbing at his chest, wincing. He couldn't help but almost fall to the floor. He wobbled in his stool, his vision going wild.

Namjoon seemed to take notice, and motioned for the medical staff hanging out just outside the apron of the stage to get ready. He secretly told Hoseok to go and get their maknae off stage. Hoseok complied, jumping out of the choreo as quickly and least noticeable as possible, carrying the maknae off his chair and backstage. The other members looked concerned, but continued to dance.

Backstage was hectic, Hoseok was rushed to get back on stage, and Jungkook was getting medical attention.

"Chest..." He cried, at this point tears were flowing down his cheeks and there was nothing he could do to stop them. He was cold, yet his chest was burning. He coughed, and politely covered his mouth with his hand. Excpt this time when he pulled away, he was met with red liquid splitting itself on his palm. "Blood." Is all he had enough energy to say.

All he remembers is coughing up more and more blood, he doesn't even remember the pain aspect of it. The last place he remembers being is backstage, but now he isn't. The walls are white, he can hear the beeping of a monitor. Multiple. He can feel IV's poking at his veins and at his skin, but he doesn't dare move. He feels too weak.

He can hear slight chatter before he flutters his eyes open. He isn't met with faces hovering over his like he expects, but the familiar voices of his parents.

He can also hear the chatting of his fellow band members, but those voices are much further away. Probably outside the hospital room. There was no doubt he would be stuck in the hospital for at least two weeks.

"He has pneumonia, and with his cystic fibrosis, it could be a while before he regains his strength. His lungs look like they are getting weaker, but he should be able to hold on for a lot longer. By letting his body get rid of its own bacteria first, and then the pneumonia, he should be fine in three weeks. Not to many medications, we don't need to over load him with more germs and bacterias." these words fade in a out of his head, and soon enough he starts to panic. Thankfully, his mother is right beside him.

"Jungkookie, my kookie, you're okay.. Eomma is here, appa is here, Junghyun is here." Jungkook smiles. He loves his family.

~~~~~

"He should be able to be released, just sign here." She does. "Make sure to take care of him, we aren't going to change his dosages, but make sure he does it four times a day." Jungkook leans on his older brother for support to walk out the hospital, he isn't completely cured, but he feels better, that's for sure. "Jungkook, be careful." The doctor chuckles.

"Come on, kook. Let's go home."

Finally, he gets to return to his family. Jungkook had always ever thought he only had one family. By blood. But when he sees the warm smiles on his members faces, or hears their comforting words as he walks out, or even the multiple texts from various staff and members, and even the various get well soon tweets on twitter and weverse, he's shocked that he was wrong.

He has his bangtan family.

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I kinda just whipped this story out of me like it was nothing. I had a lot of inspiration for this one. (hence why it's 4000 words) I also currently forgot my wattpad password so i hope i don't forget that i can't log out... or else imma cry.

Explanation: i am getting the password changed, i just have to wait a couple days. I recently changed my password because of a few things happening with my social media accounts. But. i also got a new phone. And it didn't transfer my passwords. So here we are. Wonderful, i know.

Honestly i wanna try something new.

Request for any member you want, whatever you want (nothing mental health related please, thanks.. I'll accept however many i feel like. So yea. Dm me, comment it, idc.

Members i am in need for requests are Hoseok and Jin. so yea, go for it.