BTS Sickfics

Yoongi: Nosebleed

request by @_Doka_

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Yoongi's POV -

To say I'm stressed is an understatement. There's over ten things to do on my to-do list, and whenever I finish something, something new is added. I just can't keep up. The stress of a comeback is what I hate the most. I hate it even more than the 10 hour dance practices, which are making me so tired I just want to keel over.

Even though we all live together, I even miss the boys. I dance with them for 10 hours plus a day, and they're regularly in my studio to record their own songs, look for tips, or record their vocals for the albums. I'm rarely without them, but we don't get to hang out. We don't get to talk about what we like, or how we're feeling. It's all about work. I might as well be talking to the producers than I am my friends.

We wake up so early, and stumble to bed so late, we don't have any time to unwind, or do anything we like to do. I go to bed feeling stressed, and I wake up stressed. I've even woken up and clumps of hair stay on my pillow.

None of this is good for my health. I do realise that. My heart has a lot of strain, and I'm not getting enough sleep. My bones and joints ache with pain from all of the dancing, and I'm eating so little I'm starting to lose weight again. If I were in charge, I would do it differently. I don't fancy a heart attack in my 20s, thanks.

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I wake up in the morning with another headache. I've had quite a few headaches in the past month, and this one is nothing special. I just want to curl up and go back to sleep, but that's another 20 hours away. I take some painkillers, and stumble off to get washed and dressed.

I sit in the kitchen, as more boys come in, their eyes only half open, looking for something quick to eat before we have to head off to the studios. I rest my head down on the table as I nibble on some toast. I don't feel hungry when I'm this tired, and I'm still waiting for my headache to fade. It's going to be hours before my next proper meal, but I can't focus on that right now.

"Yoongi, are you feeling okay?" Seokjin asks, resting his hand between my shoulder blades. The vocal line understands that the rap line, as producers, have extra amounts of work to do, and that we're really struggling. I feel comforted with Seokjin's hand there, but then he moves away.

"I have a headache," I mumble into the tablecloth.

"Me too," Jungkook says. "Right underneath my left eyelid. I think I might have a migraine coming."

And just like that, all attention is away from me, and onto Jungkook. A part of me feels angry, because I want some care and attention, too, but I know there's a lot of pressure on Jungkook as both a main dancer and singer. He puts in so much effort as a perfectionist that he ends up crashing quite hard.

"Do you want some pain medication?" Seokjin asks, opening up the kitchen medicine box. Jungkook nods his head, and Seokjin presses paracetamol into his hand, and Hoseok gets him a glass of water. I look up at Jungkook's face, and see the deep sadness in his eyes.

I pour myself a large flask of coffee as the others flap around Jungkook. I'm really going to need it today. I'll easily drink coffee over water.

Hoseok quickly piles the plates into the sink, looking at his watch worriedly. "We really should be heading off. We don't want to be late - you know what the dance instructor can be like. Jungkook, are you well enough to come with us?"

Jungkook nods his head morosely, standing up. He's very quiet, which is worrying, since Jungkook is usually very cheerful, but just one look at the dark smudges under his eyes tells me that he's exhausted.