Request by BTSismylife2019

Everyone! Go read Sisyphean! Hehe. Jk you don't have too, I hope you enjoy the little short story I made. It's angsty or whatever. Thank you so much for all the requests! And I'm sorry if yours is taking a bit. And please be on the look out for A/N's! There are some important ones to look out for soon.

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It's no secret that when an Idol is sick, that it's hard to continue the concert. Most of the time they just have to persevere. Hundreds of people have come out to watch you, from all over the world; they paid to see you. Obviously that doesn't mean that a concert can't be cancelled from an idol's condition, but it's rare.

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"Guys.. I really don't feel good." Namjoon says, clutching his stomach rubbing little circles against it. He was holding a small rectangular shaped pillow on his stomach, also gripping this tightly. Jungkook took this opportunity to snuggle up to the member, rubbing his back softly.

"I know Joon, just try and get some rest before tomorrow's concert." Jin told him softly, careful not to worsen the headache the younger had.

"You can have more medicine in about 30 minutes Hyung." Jimin camly announced from the archway connecting the kitchen and living room, in which the other were sitting on the 'L' shaped couch. Namjoon was cuddled up in the corner of the couch with Jungkook, Jin sitting just beside them. Hoseok and TaeHyung were on the opposite side of the couch, engrossed in whatever movie was on currently.

Namjoon nods, not really paying attention to what the younger was saying. Namjoon laid his head on the maknae's shoulder, closing his eyes sighing contently. Jungkook closed his as well, after whispering into his ear, 'get well soon Hyung'. Jin cooed at them, frowning when Namjoon's stomach gurgled. Clearly upset with the soup Jin had forced him to consume not even ten minutes ago. At least he's keeping it down.

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"Guys....I- I think I'm gonna- krrllppp.. Ughhh.."

"Jimin go get a bucket!" TaeHyung shouts, now paying attention to the poor one. Jungkook shoots up from his spot, underneath Namjoon's sweaty armpit. He manages to hold in his own gags from the stench. He knows the leader can't help it, his fever is making him sweat a lot. Jimin comes running back with a mixing bowl, which is a pair to the kitchen aid mixer in the corner of the kitchen. Jin gladly takes it, thanking him silently. Namjoon's stomach is persistently torturing him, making him feel nauseous and heavy.

Jin places the bucket right in front of Namjoon's face, right under his chin.

"No.. not gonna- krrrlllpp.." This sends a shiver down his back, followed by him hunching forward; feeling extremely nauseous. The nausea ends after a couple seconds, coming and going. It eventually gets intense, in which he leans over to grab the bucket dunking his head far into it. He heaves, releasing a thick stream of warm liquid from his mouth. He coughs, instead of earning a well deserved breath; he earns another stream of vomit burning his throat as it releases itself messily into the bowl.

"Good job, it'll be over soon. Don't worry."

"Hurts.. Ughh."

"I know, just concentrate on breathing." Jungkook has left the sight, feeling nauseous from the sight and smell of vomit. Instead, he had went to go grab a glass of water for the older.

When the rapper finished, he fell back onto the closest person which so happened to be TaeHyung. Tae flinches at the sudden dead weight on him, but eventually adjusts himself to make the rapper comfortable. Jungkook returns, handing TaeHyung the glass half filled with water before kneeling down in front of the poor one. Even though the older towered over everyone, including the maknae; he still felt like the older brother. Jungkook played in the older's hair, picking at tangles and loose strands. He brushed some loose strands of hair out of his face, which were drenched in sweat. Placing his hand on the rapper's forehead, retracting it quickly like you've accidentally placed your hand too close to the burner. Which in reality was how hot Namjoon's forehead felt.

"You still have a fever, Hyung," Jungkook whispered, loud enough for TaeHyung to hear as well.

"Can we give him more reducers?" The second maknae announced to anyone who wanted to listen.

"He needs to eat first, do you think you can eat anything Joon?" The eldest Hyung of the group replied back, now making his way over to the kitchen to grab some saltine crackers, ginger ale, fever reducers, and pain medicine. Seeing the crackers, Namjoon shook his head, indicating a no.

"Come on, if you eat a couple then I will give you the medicine."

"How many is a couple Seokjin, I know your tricks."

"The whole thing..." Jin says, ears turning red and smiling. He rocked side to side, giving his face that had written all over it, 'pretty please'.

"Hyung... You know I can't."

"Yes you can Joon, just try for me. If you feel nauseous you can stop."

"Fine.."

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Fifteen crackers later Namjoon is over the toilet with Jin apologizing many times, and Namjoon not understanding one word he is saying. Namjoon had managed to eat the whole pack, and drink half the bottle of ginger ale.

"I-I can't *burps* breathe, Hyung..."

"Shhhh, you need to calm down." Namjoon leans back against the wall, Jin not stopping rubbing his back. He flushes the toilet for him, picking him up by the arm. Supporting him as they walk back to Namjoon and Yoongi's shared room.

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"Tell me if he gets any worse, at this rate he might not be able to preform.."

"Yes BangPD-nim."

"Alright, bye Seokjin."

"Bye."

"How are you feeling Namjoon? Any better?"

"Yep, totally didn't just puke my guts out five minutes ago."

And on this note they are heading to the auditorium, getting ready to start preparing for the show.

"Namjoon, you're burning up hun. Tell someone if you start to feel worse okay?"
"Okay Noona,"

The makeup artist starts applying makeup to the ill boy's face, trying to go light even though she must cover his pale features. She makes sure to place an ice pack on the back of his neck while she does his makeup so he can cool off a bit. Namjoon is not cooperating very well, as he had fell asleep within the first five minutes. His head bobbled up and down, so much to the point where they had to get Yoongi to keep it steady.

"Poor thing. He really doesn't look well,"

"I know, he's been poorly all week. I really don't think he can preform."

"Have you asked your manager? Maybe he can sit in a chair, or just sit out in general?" The makeup artist replies to Yoongi, now noticing Namjoon's eyes flutter open slowly.

"I am not missing the performance, no way."

"You probably won't even be able to get onto the stage, let alone rap and dance."

"Hy-"

"Don't Hyung me! I'm trying to help."

"I'm sorry."

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The boys start rehearsing as usual, Namjoon seems to be keeping us nicely. He has only needed to stop once as a result of the world spinning too much for his aching head to handle. He knelt to the ground, nearing touching it with his burning forehead. He breathed heavily, the world starting to spin again. Seconds later he was on the floor, weakened. He lied there, breathing still heavy yet not conscious. He looked panicked, and like his body was just about to shut down. Jimin had been by his side the whole time when he was knelt down on the ground. Making sure that someone was going to get a fan and water. At the sight of their leader on the ground he screamed, getting the attention of the rest of his Hyungs, TaeHyung and Jk. They rushed over and glanced at the sight of the rapper before Seokjin quickly taking action.

"Yoongi get water! Jimin, get the fan! And Jungkook go get the medics!" The three ran off, going to do their duties.

"Hoseok and Tae, stay here with him. Make sure he stays breathing, I'll be right back."

"Wait Hyung! Where are you going?"

"I'm getting his inhaler."

Namjoon did have asthma, no one could have guessed though. He hid it so well for years, only selected people in the band knew he had it. Those people being their manager, Jin, Yoongi, and Jimin. Asthma only made his sicknesses worse, he constantly felt the pain in his chest and his wheezing after a tough routine. Namjoon never slacked, never. He just had bad days sometimes, it wasn't that he wasn't trying. He just needed more frequent breaks in order to keep his work rate up.

It was heart breaking and inspiring at the same time.

How had his members not noticed? Why didn't he want them to know? Why did they have to find out in such a bad situation? But he persevere through everything, and never let his struggles stop him from becoming great.

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The four returned with the items, nursing Namjoon back to consciousness. As soon as he was conscious Jin helped him with his inhaler. Making sure he breathed in enough of the medicine.

"Yep, that's it. We are calling off the concert."

"But-"

"Namjoon I don't want to hear it. You just passed out, on the stage. During rehearsal, you didn't even dance."

"I-"

"Shut up. And no, I'm not sorry." Announced the one and only Yoongi.

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"We are really sorry Army, but Namjoon is unwell. And we can't preform without him. Have a wonderful evening and a great day. We purple you!" And with that a series of 'boo's' and 'get well soon Namjoons'' erupted from the audience. They didn't care what the crowd thought, as long as Namjoon was happy and healthy. That's all that matters.

~TaeHyung requests Closed~

~Jungkook requests Open~