Hey. I loved this request so much I couldn't not write it as soon as I got it. I'm working on the Jin chapter, don't worry. I can't skip jin, he is too elite for that crap. I hope you enjoy because i really really had fun writing this chapter. It's not too long but it's def longer than my average fic (2.5k words) so yea.. Enjoy!

requested by @MyLovLyWorLd

It's around 6.3k words, you'll be fine i hope

Also, i feel like this is really repetitive lmao. It's literally, "Oh you're sick, I'm hurt! Woooo"

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today, 1:47 am

jimin 🐥

hyung pick me up, please

yoongi 🐱

I told you not to stay that late. What's up?

Jimin 🐥

Just come.

yoongi 🐱

Alright, I'm on my way. You're scaring me.

Delivered at 1:52 am

Jimin why is the studio door locked. Open it, I can't get in.

Delivered at 2:12 am

Park Jimin!

Delivered at 2:15 am

I'm going to call you.

Delivered at 2:17 am

Hello, you've attempted to reach Jimin Park. He's unable to come to the phone right now, please leave a message at the beep.

Yoongi sucked in a sharp breath of air. He hung up. "Jimin!" He shouted. The bighit halls were empty and dark. There was no light on in the dance studio. He had sworn that Jimin said he wanted to go and practice some more. He swore that Jimin said he wouldn't over do it. Had Jimin been taken? Had he fainted? "Jimin..please.."

Jimin 🐥

Hyung I feel ill

Yoongi was getting impatient.

Yoongi 🐱

Where the duck are you?! I'm worried sick.

Jimin 🐥

Dance studio.

Yoongi 🐱

Why are the lights off?

Jimin 🐥

...

Yoongi 🐱

How do I open the door

Jimin 🐥

The key is under the towel rack

Yoongi couldn't see the towel rack. It was too dark. He fumbled around for a good minute before realizing his phone had a flashlight. Finding the towel rack, he peeked his head underneath it. The small set of studio keys had never looked so useful.

Unlocking the door, he turned on the studio lights. "Park fucking Jimin." He said bluntly. There Jimin was, on the floor, gripping his ankle. "That looks horrible." He said, giving a slow jog to get to his younger brother. Jimin buried his head in Yoongi's shoulder. Yoongi resisted the strong urge to hiss in pain, his shoulder was still recovering.

"What did you do?" He knew not to be too rude to jimin when he was vulnerable, but this was a situation that needed stern scolding. When all he got as a response was a sob, he began panicking himself. "Jimin, look at me." Jimin shook his head.

"Can you at least tell me why the lights are off?" Yoongi was getting worked up, Jimin needed to talk to him. While he waited for Jimin to respond to him, he took a closer look at the ankle. It was purple and blue, it was swelling quickly. Without warning he took his phone and ran out the room, he needed an ice pack.

"Hyung.." Jimin called out. He was alone again. "What was I thinking?" He mumbled to himself. "How could I be so stupid?" The universe didn't seem to care how badly he wanted an answer.

The trainers room was only just across from the studio, because injuries did happen quite often. He retrieved the ice as fast as he could and ran back to the injured blonde. "Here, put this on it. It should stop the swelling." Jimin didn't take it. Yoongi subconsciously let out a sigh, he was being difficult.

"I didn't think this would happen." Jimin said.

"Well I mean it would be bad if you wanted this to happen." Jimin glared at him. "Sorry." Jimin let his tears continue to flow. "Did I hurt your feelings? I'm very sorry Jimin, that was immature of me." he really, really tried to make it not sound sarcastic.

"I'm trying to talk to you but," He sniffed. "You keep interrupting." Yoongi nodded, he reminded himself not to break eye contact. "I was practicing. And I was just thinking about how nice it would be to know the choreography inside and out. I want to be able to do it in my sleep. I wanted to do it in the dark. And so, I did."

"And you got this injury?"

"No. Let me speak." Yoongi could tell Jimin wasn't really mad, he had given him a friendly smile. "It was quite easy. Maybe it's because no one else is here for me to bump into but, I thought i could try it blindfolded." (It's darker when blindfolded so like don't question it)

"You idio-"

"I know. That was really dumb but, I was just thinking. All these quotes say to push your limits, go until you break, and if I really wanted to be an inspiration to someone, then I would have to push my limits."

"Jimin," Yoongi sighed. "I'm texting Jin to come pick us up. I can't carry you alone." Yoongi really hoped Jimin wouldn't take offence to that statement. Luckily, Jimin nodded and smiled. "Just please, don't do that again, okay?" Jimin could only nod.

Jin had showed up to the studio in a large puffer coat and very thick joggers. It was mid summer. Yoongi didn't bother questioning, the only thing on his mind was Jimin. Jin ran his very fastest to get to the two, but he stumbled on every other step. His breathing was wonky, his hair was a mess. Which was understandable, saying it was almost three in the morning. "Jin help me carry him." Jin nodded, he didn't have the energy to speak.

Together, the two lifted jimin into their arms. "Jin he is going to fall, raise him higher." He couldn't, he was giving it his all. He just felt so weak and lethargic, he had went to bed at eight in hopes to get a good rest, but that all seemed to be useless at the moment. Nevertheless, Jin attempted to raise Jimin so that he could rest on his chest.

"I can't." is all he said. Jimin whimpered in pain, his ankle wasn't rapped or secured with a brace, it hurt. He wouldn't say this is the worst pain he'd ever felt, but gosh darn was it close to it. Jin was sweating a lot, way too much for doing some simple lifting.

"Am I that heavy?" Jimin asked the boys, mainly towards Jin. Yoongi glared at jin before saying,
"No. Jin is just tired because he hadn't slept much, is all." Not to his surprise, he didn't get a reply.

Soon enough, they made it to the car. They placed Jimin the the passengers seat, leaving his car in the bighit parking lot. Was it safe? No, not at all. But what other choice did they have? "Jin, go to your separate dorm and get some rest, okay? I'll cancel for you tomorrow." Jin only nodded.

"Is Jin-hyung okay?"
"I think he's sick, he looks really feverish," He said. "Now, do you still feel ill?" Jimin shook his head.

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"Jungkook put the food down, you'll eat until you make yourself sick." Jimin warned. Jungkook was munching on a large bowl of noddles, unusually not bothering to share. "Jungkook-ah." Jimin warned again. The older couldn't physically stop jungkook from eating, he was still injured. He couldn't walk without crutches and even the smallest of movements still hurt his ankle. "Don't take advantage of your injured hyung, okay?" It was less of a question and more of a statement.

"I'll let Jin-hyung tell me what to do."

"Jeon Jungkook. No, we are all your hyungs, and you should listen to all of us." Jungkook didn't bother to make eye contact with Jimin. He was tired of being told what to do, how and when to do it. Just because he was the youngest did not make him want to be bossed around and treated like a doll. "Listen, I don't care how much control you think you have over me because you have more muscles of whatever shit you make up in your fantasy world. Get it together."

And all of a sudden it clicked.

He was being a brat, wasn't he? He was spoiled and annoying, wasn't he? He didn't deserve such great hyungs, he didn't deserve all the praising from army. The antis were right, Jungkook was a brat. He had tried so hard to change over the years, but here he is, reverting back to his old ways.

"You're right."

"Wait, Jungkook, no. I'm sorry."

"No, you're completely right. I'm a little brat who thinks everything is theirs. Who do I think I am? Just because I've got some fans and money, just because I'm the youngest doesn't make this okay. You are so right. I'm very sorry Jimin. I don't deserve you guys as hyungs, thank you for putting me in place. I'll really work on it."

And that's when the members started noticing how laid back Jungkook was becoming. He obeyed every word his hyungs said. he took everything they said literally. He never complained when they told him to stop, or to go and grab something. In his eyes, he was the perfect maknae now.

"Jungkookie? Do you want to play some overwatch with me?" Taehyung asked hopefully. A game of overwatch was sure to cheer up their maknae. "Please?"

"No thanks, hyung. Namjoon hyung says I hog the controllers, I wouldn't want to be selfish." Taehyung sighed, was this their Jungkook?

"Just one round?"

"No, hyung. But I can help you set it up, I'll plug in all the cords and make you some snacks. Maybe Jiminie hyung will play with you?" Taehyung shook his head. "What's wrong? Did I say something rude? I'm sorry Taehyungie, I'm very sorry."

Jin was stuck in bed with a bad bout of the flu.

"Hyung! I made you some soup!"

"Jungkook, quiet please. I have a headache." Jin joked.
"Sorry, hyung." Jungkook whispered, it was only just loud enough to be understood. "I brought you some soup." Jungkook's eyes went wide, he didn't mean to hurt his hyung. Jungkook looked kind of sad, actually. The way his eyes dropped and his whole figure slumped was a big indicator to jin.

"Jungkook-ah I was joking, you don't have to whisper." Jungkook only shook his head. Jin examined Jungkook's figure as discretely as possible. He was so thin. Maybe it was his eyes playing tricks on him, or maybe Jungkook was actually that small, but he looked like 2013 Jungkook. Except, his usual sparkle was gone. In all honesty, he didn't recognize the boy. "Have you been eating good?" Jungkook nodded his head. "How often?"

"As much and as often as hyungs tell me to." Jin's eyes widened. "I had a very nice breakfast of a pancake and an apple this morning. It was very nice, Yoongi hyung made some."

"A pancake? Just one? That's not good enough."

"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! Did you want it? I didn't think you were feeling up to it, I could have given you some! I should've asked!"

"No." Jungkook looked shocked. "Did Yoongi say you could only have one?" He looked furious.

"No, I just ate what was put on my plate. No seconds or anything. I wouldn't want to be greedy."

"Listen to me jungkook, you can have more than one pancake. You need more than one. You are a growing boy, you need nutrients."

"Hyung, your fever must be rising. I have to obey hyungs, I don't have control over them and what they give me."

"And who said that?"

"Jimin." He peeped up shyly.

"Sit down." He patted on a spot on the bed next to him. Jin grabbed a face mask from his night stand and placed it over his face. "I don't want to get you sick." He explained. "But, I'm very sure that's not what Jimin meant. Jimin loves you to pieces, and wouldn't want to put you through this. Now, what made Jimin say that."

"I was eating noodles and Jimin got worried I would eat until I got sick. So he told me to stop and I didn't listen. So he told me I needed to listen to my hyungs. I think that he thinks I'm a brat, so I tried to turn myself into the best maknae possible."

"Why didn't you stop eating when jimin told you to?"

"I...I just kind of..."

"You can tell me anything, okay?"

"I was stressed, and so I wanted a bite to eat. And then I felt so good, I wasn't stressed anymore. I just wanted to savour the feeling I guess."

"You are both in the wrong. Just so you know. No one is completely right in this situation. You need to listen to your hyungs, and Jimin needs to work on controlling his emotions. Just because you are younger does not give him complete control over you, understand?" Jungkook nodded. "Now, you go apologise to Jimin and hopefully he apologises back."

And so the two vocalists were back to being attached at the hip.

"Jungkook-ah? Can you pass me my crutches?"

"Sure thing hyung!" jungkook walked towards the crutches, and then walked away. Jimin laughed,
"Come on, you fool!" and so Jungkook brang the crutches to Jimin. All was good. Jungkook was back.

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Jin hadn't had a stomachache the whole time he had this sickness. But all of a sudden the nausea had crept in, knocking his recovery back full force. And when it left him gagging over his own bed spread, his best friend was there to help. "You're ok, hyung. I've got you."

He would thank the maknae, but he couldn't even get a full breath of air in. "Let it come, you'll feel better." The room was dark, only alit by a small candle on the dresser. Jungkook had been going to get a midnight snack when he heard gagging from the eldest member's room. Just two days ago he had been in his own dorm, recovering on his own, but when they had found out he was dizzy and fainting, they took him to the conjoined dorm. Where they all stayed together during days on tight schedule.

Jin didn't throw up much, but the small amount still alarmed Jungkook. "Hyung this isn't good." He looked jin in the eyes. Is this how the other members felt when Jungkook was sad? This was a terrible feeling. "You never throw up." Jin only nodded. He didn't have the energy to say anything.

"Please don't look so sad. It really breaks my heart." Don't cry jungkook. "Do you want me to get yoongi hyung?" Jin shook his head.

"Want you."

"Do you want to go to the bathroom? Are you done? Does your stomach still hurt?" Jin resisted chuckling, Jungkook was very silly. He had never had a younger brother, he had never had to properly care for someone, when his older brother was under the weather his parents always handled it. He was always the youngest trainee and the youngest student in his classes, this was a new feeling.

Jungkook couldn't say he enjoyed taking care of his hyungs, he didn't like when they were sad or unwell. But he would take care of them just for the sake of their happiness.

"Hyung, what do you want me to do?"

"Just be here with me, jungkook." And he did. He sat by Jin's side the whole night. When he was shaken awake by gagging again, he always made sure Jin knew he was there. He made sure jin wasn't cold, or too hot. (ok but jin is really gorgeous) He got him medicine and told him dad jokes, he did everything.

"Jungkook-ah. You really are the best maknae." All jungkook could do was smile.

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Taehyung looked the venue up and down. With Jimin only sitting on a chair during the concert, Yoongi taking it easy, as well as jin, he didn't know how this concert would go. Sure, army wouldn't even notice the lack of power (or will they) coming from the group, their presence was enough to make them scream. But taehyung sure would.

He would love to try his best and make everyone proud, but, he was still nervous. He felt uneasy and to be honest a little sick. His stomach wouldn't sit still and his nerves were bouncing off the walls. He couldn't afford to panic right now, it was an hour till show time.

"You okay, taebear?" jimin asked, he could clearly see how shaky taehyung was. Jimin ruffled his hair. "You'll do great." Taehyung nodded. Was he being that obvious?

Jimin 🐥

Please keep an eye on taehyungie today, he looks really uneasy

Namjoon 🐨

Don't worry, i got him.

Jimin sent a smile to namjoon across the room. Thank goodness they had an amazing leader. Jimin just continues stroking taehyung's hair as they wait to get their makeup done.

Jimin's hand normally would have comforted Taehyung, but today it wasn't. It felt like bugs crawling all over his scalp, but he didn't have the heart to tell Jimin to stop. Jimin was being so kind, he didn't want to ruin it. Don't get him wrong, he knew jimin was always up to comfort someone no matter who or where, but he could tell jimin was a bit off himself.

He was sure to be frustrated with himself for being careless and ending up breaking his ankle, (pretty badly if he were to say) and that's probably why he snapped at Jungkook, he was just a little overwhelmed. Jimin was trying to keep his cool, after all the events within the last week, he just wanted to relax. And Taehyung could totally understand that.

And that's why taehyung was determined to not show jimin how nervous he really was.

Jimin had hobbled over to get his makeup done. The makeup artists had laughed at jimin, it was quite amusing. Jimin didn't seem to mind, in fact, he didn't seem to notice. Too focused on watching over taehyung.

Taehyung watched as jimin hopped over to his chair. He saw how hard it looked, it looked painful from all the tension to his shoulders. His foot was in a cast all the way up to his shin, just to stable the leg. Jimin had chosen purple because Taehyung said purple looked nice on jimin.

Taehyung felt himself getting more and more worked up. In all honesty he didn't know why. Everything just seemed to make him more and more irritated. The sound of the flat iron clamping down on seokjin's hair, the brush whipping past his nose as the makeup noona tried to apply his makeup, even the sound the airconditioning made annoyed him.

He couldn't be in this room anymore. It was suffocating him. Without an apology to the startled makeup artist, or a warning to anyone else in the room, (not even himself) he pushed his chair back and walked off to the restrooms. He could see Jimin out of the corner of his eyes following him; he had to be quick.

Despite the mochi being on crutches, he was on Taehyung's heels. Maybe it was because taehyung couldn't see straight, or that he was sobbing as he walked. Eventually though, Jimin's voice died out and Namjoon's voice replaced it. "Taehyung-ah."

"Go away." he had never hated any of his members voices, but he couldn't stand Namjoon's right now. He sounded way too calm for his liking. Namjoon didn't stop walking. "Go away jimin."

"It's namjoon, taehyung. I didn't want Jimin getting hurt so I sent him back." Taehyung kept walking. "That's alright, walk it off."

"Shut up." he wandered until he found himself in a bathroom stall. Namjoon was right outside the door. "Hyung go away." He sobbed. His whole world was crashing in on him, he didn't enjoy it at all.

"No, taehyung. I'm going to stay right here with you, okay?" Taehyung shifted his position in the stall so that his back was no longer to the door. He could hear Namjoon better that way. "I can help you. You just have to listen, okay?" taehyung hummed.

"What's got you so upset, hm?" Namjoon tried not to bombard him with questions, but it was the only way they would get anywhere with the conversation.

"Everything."

"That's okay, bear." he took a peak at his watch, thirty minutes until show time and taehyung didn't get his makeup finished. They had about twenty minutes until they needed to be out of this restroom with a calm taehyung. "Take your time." he hated saying that, because they didn't have time, but rushing him would only make things worse.

"This concert... is not us." he sucked in a breath. "It's not us."

"And why not?" he wasn't understanding.

"Nothing is going to be perfect. Jimin's injured, Jin and yoongi are still recovering. Jungkook is still uneasy. There is only three of us that can do our best. And plus, you and Hoseok are under a lot of pressure as it is, being the leader and main dancer. You even said you had to hand some of your work over to Hoseok because it got too much."

"Hey, even if our best isn't that great today, we can still do our best, right?"

"But it won't be the same."

"The same as what?"

"All of our other concerts. We make so many memories-"

"And we can make so many more." taehyung unlocked the stall door, and reached out for namjoon's hand. "We can make so, so many more taehyungie. One concert is not going to end our career, one concert isn't going to change every last armies mind about us. And if some do leave, there are still so many more out there for us."

"You never walk alone."

"You never walk alone. We never walk alone, Army never walks alone. I'll always be here for you, okay?" Namjoon initiated the hug. "Let's go fix up your makeup, alright?"

The concert was alright. It was just fine.

"Feeling better, taehyungie?" Jimin asked, once again, ruffling his hair. "You calm now?" Taehyung hit Jimin on the shoulder.

"Yes, I'm fine." Jimin chuckled. "You were really on the run to get me, weren't you? I could hear you getting closer and it scared the living crap out of me." Jimin smiled.

"Ooooo hyungs! Can we get lamb skewers? I know we had them yesterday but i really, really want some."

"Of course, you worked really hard today, kook." their eldest member blew the youngest a kiss. "We all deserve it. It has been a very hard week." Every person in the van had believed that. Tomorrow and the next day would be a day off, to wind down from everything that happened, and then the next day was back to work.

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"Joon, get off the computer, you'll give yourself a headache."

"As soon as I finish this round of edits. I just need to get everything off the list. It goes on forever. As soon as i check something off another song comes back ready to be edited. I can't catch a break."

"Do you need help?"

"No, I need to do it myself. I accepted the leader role, i need to do what i signed up for."

"Okay, but I'm always here if you need help, alright?"

"Thanks Hoseok." Hoseok left the room after nodding. That boy really needs to take it easy. (but he's not, it's a sickfic. Nothing ever goes right eheheheheh) Namjoon sighs, he should have accepted the help. He really needs it, he is getting unsure as to if he can do it alone.

He clicks back from one tab to another. One tab has a spread sheet and list of tasks that need to be completed, and the other is his melody making program. The list hasn't shrank. It's the same size as it was yesterday!

He let his mind take over the never ending work. After he finished one demo he would move onto the next, and then the next and the next. He would help their manager and schedulist schedule interviews and promotions, his emails were long and growing.

Why did he agree to this? Whatever the reason, he had no regrets. Bangtan was life. Bangtan was family.

"Joon, I told you. Please let me help you." Namjoon just shook his head. "You're so stubborn and I hate it, yet I love it at the same time." Hoseok placed his hand on Namjoon's shoulder.

"Please help me.. I can't do it alone. It's too much." Hoseok simply nodded.

"Let me see that list of yours. How much do you want me to take, half?" Namjoon nodded his head. Switching his tab to the list he had, he cut half of it, and pasted it into an email.

"You can do these, they shouldn't take long. It's just the edits that take forever." He sighed. "Sorry for making you do my work."

"No! No! I'm so happy to help, you've been working so hard lately, joonie." He gave him a quick massage like treatment pressing to his shoulder blades. "It's the least I could do. You do so much for us. I'd hate to see our wonderful leader struggle."

"I can't thank you enough, Hyung." He smiled, sending off the email. He rested his head on the desk, it felt good. It was cool and it relaxed him. "I'm so tired."

"Then go to bed, silly."

"Are you kidding!? Have you seen this list?! I still need to check on Taehyung, and Yoongi said he needed my help, I can't take a nap. That's a waste of time."

"It's not actually. In fact, hyung's orders: go take a nap, right now. Or else I'll tell Jin that you asked me to let you drive."

"Hyung...." Namjoon tutted.

"You heard me. Now, I'm texting our manager. We need some sort of break from all these events. Someone is going to get seriously sick or injured if we keep going like this." He pulled out his phone. "Now, how long do you think it would take to recover if all of us had a stomach bug?"

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Hoseok

Hello, nim. I just wanted to inform you that six of our members have come down with a horrible stomach flu. No one is fit for any work this week. I hope you understand.

Manager nim

I understand Hoseok. I'll see what I can do about the schedule. Are you the only healthy one?

Hoseok

Yes.

Manager nim

Tell namjoon-ssi, if he feels up to it, to email me a copy of the current schedule. If not, do you mind doing it? Take good care of the boys and get well soon, stay healthy.

Hoseok

Will do nim, and thank you.

Putting his phone back in his pocket, he says: "I'm pretty sure we got all of this week off, manager is seeing what he can do." Namjoon smiles, hiding himself in the duvet covering the bed.

How lucky is he to have hoseok? Very, very lucky.

~~~~

Namjoon gets up as slowly and quietly as he can.

Even the smallest of movements seem to cause a large ruckus, the bed squeaks, the warm suffocating air in the room makes him cough. He never turned his phone on silent, leaving notifications buzzing persistently.

He stares at his phone, begging for it to shut up. His desk is just across the room, only a couple feet away. If he could just-

"Joonie? What are you doing?" Namjoon gives an awkward smile and giggle. "Get back in bed! It's been what-" He looks down to check his watch, "-thirty five minutes. No, go to sleep."

"I'm not joking, get back in bed. I don't want to see you up again until tomorrow morning at ten." Hoseok leads the leader to his bed, taking his phone and laptop on his way out. "I didn't want to take your things, because you're not a child, and I shouldn't have to. But you've given me no other choice, rest, namjoon, please."

Namjoon nods. "I knew you were tired." He says before shutting the door, leaving the room.

~~~~

Yoongi collapses onto the nearby couch. It's so late, and he absolutely drained himself in the concert. He had asked Namjoon to help him with some lyrics, but Hoseok had cancelled it. For whatever reason. He is really hungry but the kitchen seems miles away, even though it really is just a couple feet away.

His head spins, and photos on the wall now look like swirls of color. He can't identify a single one. He doesn't even know which member had plopped themselves on the couch next to him until he hears their voice.

"Hey Hyung! Watcha doing?"

"Why are you up so late, go to bed."

"It's only midnight Hyung, and come on, I can't watch a little bit of tv?"
"No."
"And why is that?"

"Because i have a headache." TaeHyung coos.

"Would you like me to make you some tea?" Yoongi nods. "Good. Now you sit here, while I make you the best tea you've ever had!" The rapper shushes him. "Right," TaeHyung whispers. "Quiet."

TaeHyung returns with a mug filled with warm peppermint tea, it smells heavenly. He hands it to Yoongi, who gladly takes it. "Are you feeling anxious or anything? Stressed?" His tone is more serious this time, he doesn't seem as playful.

"Stressed, very stressed." TaeHyung nods. "How does namjoon deal with all of this? And not just- give up. I swear that man is so strong."

"He doesn't do it alone, that's why he hasn't completely broken yet. He gets help when he needs it, you should try it one day. It could really help."

Yoongi doesn't respond, instead, turning his head away, no longer looking at Taehyung. "Listen, I understand if you don't want my help but, at least listen. You know I hate it when you shut me out. Just listen to me, for once."

"I'm listening, TaeHyung. I'm listening."

"Good, now get some rest. I don't want you sick on our day off. I'm going to check on Jimin Hyung, he said his ankle was causing him some trouble."

Yoongi didn't really want him to go. In fact, he'd much prefer if TaeHyung stayed with him. But if Jimin was openly expressing his struggles and pain, that meant something was truly wrong.

JungKook was the next to scamper into the room. "Hyung?" Yoongi sighed, he had just gotten comfortable. He was tucked into the side of the couch, his frame looking even smaller than it usually did. "Why are you laying out here?"

"Go away, ggukie."

"I'm sorry, Hyung." JungKook is a little hesitant to leave, but nevertheless, he starts walking towards his bedroom. "Just call me if you need me."

Yoongi starts to feel down. He truly didn't know why he had kicked JungKook out like that, he was just getting frustrated and wanted some silence.

JungKook was a quiet person. He loved having time to himself, yet, when another member needed him, he could show them affection in silence. And maybe that was just what Yoongi needed.

"JungKook-ah, wait up." The loud voice he used hurt his head, but it would be worth it. "Hyung needs some help." JungKook's face lit up.

"I need a hug." JungKook skipped towards his Hyung. Embracing him in the warmest hug he had ever given anyone.

And for a good while they stayed like that. No one said a word.

"Ggukie? Can you do me a favor?"

"Yes!" Yoongi chuckled. "Whatever you need Hyung, I got it."

"Remember Hyung cares about you." Yoongi said.

"You know, you could just say you love me, right?" Yoongi tutted.

And the next morning, JungKook heard a ding on his phone.

Yoongi 🐱

Thanks for yesterday. I love you, gguk.

JungKook 🐰

*JungKook took a screenshot of the chat*

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Seokjin did his best to keep a headcount of the members. You never knew when the maknae line would run off. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Did he forget to count himself? JungKook, TaeHyung, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin, himself. Hoseok!

"Has anyone seen Hoseok?" Everyone shook their heads no except for yoongi; who had his head laid down against the counter. "No? Jimin was he in your room when you woke up?" Jimin shook his head.

"He could be in a meeting."

"He's not, unless it was an emergency. I have everyone's schedules, it's a day off for everyone but me." Namjoon said. He looked very tired, he had bags under his eyes and his hair was messy. "I could call nim-"

"Don't hyung, we got this. I know you're trying to help but you are so worn out. Go to bed, i'll have jungkook serve you breakfast." Jungkook resisted the urge to sigh.

"You could check nim's office." Yoongi said, just above a whisper. "He told me he was going up there for something important. He left me a note."

And seokjin was off. (see ya bro)

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Seokjin roamed the bighit halls. (I feel like I say this every story) He didn't want to shout, enhypen was shooting a dance practice video. As quietly as he could, he made his way to PD's office. He knocked on the door, and soon enough, it opened.

"Seokjin? Did you need something? I'm kind of in the middle of something super important."

"Do you by any chance have Hoseok?"

"Yea, he's in here with me."

"Is he okay?"

"Just going through a rough time," He calls off: "Is it okay if Jin comes in?" To which Hoseok nods. "You can come in, just give him some time, okay? I'm going to check on the rookies."

Seokjin takes a seat next to Hobi. He's bawling, he's devastated. He really wants to ask him what's wrong, but that will only make it worse; and he knows that. "Hobi, hobi babe." Hoseok isn't listening. "You can cry all you want, okay?"

"Hyung...."

"I got you." He squeezed Hoseok's hand. "Don't you worry about a thing when Hyung is here."

And they sat there, cuddled up into each other's side. Every so often, when the room got a little bit too quiet, SeokJin would peek his head a little lower to see the dancers face. To his surprise, he wasn't asleep, no matter how many times he checked.

"Hobi darling, I'd hate to move us but, we kinda are in nim's office. Do you want to go to my studio? We don't have to go back to the dorms if you aren't ready."

Together, slowly but surely, they made their way to Jin's studio. Jin shielded Hoseok's face from the others walking down the hall, by the younger's request.

"Now, speak to me. We can figure this out."

Hoseok and jin didn't look that close on camera. But their bond was one of the strongest off camera. Of course, Hoseok would always go to Joon if he had the chance, but the eldest of the group was a good competitor. Hoseok didn't know if it was his aura and sweet scent, or just the way he spoke; he just always wanted to be in jins arms.

"In Gwangju.... when I was really young.." he sniffled. "I had this amazing dance instructor. He was like a second dad to me... but he passed yesterday morning."

"Hobi... oh my hobi..."

"He was too young to go Hyung!! He had only just gotten married last month!!" He sobbed. "His future had only just begun! Hyung he was thirty four!"

"I know, baby."

"You don't know!! You don't know how important he was to me!" Jin went silent. Hoseok rarely snapped at the members. "I needed him.." Jin didn't know who Hobi was mad at, if he was even mad.

And for once, for the first time since he first joined the entertainment company, he was at a loss of words.

"I'm sorry i can't help you. But is there anything that I can do?" Hoseok shakes his head.

"I don't know..."

"Ok, that's okay. Tell me when you do know."

"Thank you, Hyung."

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TaeHyung laughed at Jimin when he stumbled, walking on his own for the first time in a month. He truly did look silly.

"It's not that hard Jimin!"

"Yea, It's not that hard but it makes it hard when you just broke your ankle! I'm trying!" He laughs. "Want me to break your ankle so you can give it a go?"

"What are you going to do? Punch it?" TaeHyung laughs. "You can't break an ankle that easily."

"Shut up you two, Yoongi and hoseok are sleeping." Namjoon shushes. "If I were you, I wouldn't want to get beat with a wooden spoon."

"Hyung wouldn't do that, would he?" JungKook peeps up.

"Which Hyung are we talking about, because I certainly would." Jin groans. "You guys make me want to go solo."

"Only Namjoon has the right to say that." Hoseok chuckles, sheepishly opening his eyes and sitting up. "But seriously, if you don't let me sleep, dance practice won't be easy for you fools tomorrow."

And suddenly the room goes quiet.

They are just happy that Hoseok is taking his news well.

"We are so broken." Jin sighs.

"And what about it? You got a problem with broken things, Hyung?" TaeHyung laughs.

"No, I love broken things. I love.....uh-... fixing them."

"Then i'm sure you'll be happy to start fixing that vase Namjoon broke yesterday evening." Namjoon gives JungKook a glare.

"Kim Namjoon." (Cue: Army starts doing the fanchant and Bts can hear it from the dorms)

Namjoon had never ran faster.

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Woahhhhhhh

I did it. How did you like it?? I hope it wasn't too repetitive? I tried to do some comfort and sickie pair ups that I don't do often. For example, hoseok and Seokjin. So that was fun.

~Namjoon requests open~