Chapter 2- Who's sick now?

[Jungkook POV]

I opened my eyes again and was immediately hit with a wave of nausea.

It was 7 in the morning and I could hear my hyungs running outside my room along the hallways.

I sat up, wincing at the pain that shot through my entire being. Rubbing my eyes tiredly, I attempted to stand up to check out what the fuss was about.

Then, the door burst open."Jungkook-ah get the fuck up! Help get painkillers for Jimin." Jin mindlessly yelled at me, causing my headache to worsen.

I stood up groggily and headed to the kitchen for painkillers.

On my way to Jimin's room, I took a few on my own and waited for them to start working.

I opened the door to Jimin's room to see him on the bed, sweaty and coughing. He didn't seem as bad as I was though.

I handed– more like Jin snatched– Jin the painkillers and sat down on a chair, leaning onto the wall. I suddenly realised that I couldn't worry my hyungs at this time, so I sat up straight, no matter how bad my body hurt.

As my hyungs were feeding Jimin soup, I felt a sour sensation in the back of my throat. I ran out of the room and into the nearest bathroom, puking my guts out into the toilet bowl.

10 minutes in and then I heard a knock on the locked door.

"Jungkook-ah hurry up! Jimin needs the bathroom."

I could barely figure out who it was, due to my foggy mind and the fact that I just threw up.

Aren't there other bathrooms in the house?

I flushed the toilet and washed my face, put on a small smile then walked out. However, I smile soon faded when..

"Yah! Jungkook-ah! How could you just run out like that?! Jimin's sick you know?!"

"Where'd you go for so long?!"

"You should stay in the room. Jimin's fuckin' sick!"

It's always Jimin. Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. Are they really so blind that they don't realise that I'm suffering?

My thoughts swam in my head, then a pounding headache struck me like lightning. I groaned and fell to the floor, right in front of my hyungs.

"Stop the act, Jungkook. You're just jealous Jimin gets all the attention"

"Just because you are the maknae doesn't mean we have to have our attention on you at all times"

Someone scoffed and walked away, along with the others. I hid my face in my knees as tears rolled down my cheeks.

Why? was the question I kept asking myself.

I slowly stood up, using the wall as support. Walking to my room, I bumped into Namjoon-hyung.

"Watch where you're going, Jungkook-ah."I nodded slightly, startled by his harsh tone, and continued on my way back to my room.

"YAH, JUNGKOOK AH! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND HELP TAKE CARE OF JIMIN!" Jin yelled across the hallway, causing me to stumble from shock and pain.

Rolling my eyes, I just dragged myself into my room and weakly closed the door, collapsing onto the bed and sighed.

My eyes fluttered closed and I drifted into a warm and calming dreamland.

[Jin POV]

Jimin was sick and Jungkook was being a pain in the ass. All he wanted was attention while poor Jimin was suffering.

He hogged the bathroom and ignored me when I asked him to come help. What the hell is wrong with him?

He's now acting sick to get attention. Jungkook is never like this. I hate how clingy he is.

I placed a cooling pad on Jimin's forehead then went to Jungkook's room. I slammed open the door to find him sleeping in bed. He's sleeping while Jimin is suffering sick in bed. How selfish!

I sighed and shook him awake. He groaned and opened his red, puffy eyes.

"Hyung..." Jungkook croaked as he sat up, acting like he's in pain.

"Stop the act and come help." I scolded, basically dragging his lethargic body out of the room.

"But hyung..I don't feel goo- klp" Jungkook covered his mouth with his hand as he tried to release himself from my grip.

"I said stop the act. Jimin is sick and this is no time for us to baby you."

He pried himself from my grip and ran to the bathroom, locking the door. God that brat.

I sighed angrily, stomping to Jimin's room. I softened up when I felt his forehead.

His fever is gone! I sighed in relief and smiled. Just then, Jungkook entered the room, face flushed and legs weak. He probably just put some shitty makeup on.

[Time skip: The next day (cuz im lazy to write the rest of Jungkook's torture-)]

[Jungkook POV]

Jimin was better but I just became worse. Now I could barely move without wanting to release my stomach acids. My mind was foggy and everything was a blur. I bumped into everything when I walked and could barely keep any food and beverages down. Yet my hyungs still think I'm faking.

I lay down at the table for breakfast and laid my head down in my arms on the cool table. My unusually high temperatured body melted into the cool surface of the marble table.

Just as I began to relax, a plate was slammed in front of me, along with a demanding voice, "Stop acting and eat!"

I looked over to Jimin, who was still eating soup since he had just recovered, who looked at me with hatred in his eyes.

He hates me too?!

I trusted that Jimin wouldn't get mad. But I guess his stupid sickness made it easy for his hyungs to brainwash him. What did I do to deserve this toxicity?

Word Count: 955 Chapter 2 End