blaze

His daze was interrupted by the remarks of his elder, Yoongi, whom he welcomed into the room with a look that was anything but a “Good Morning” stare. It wasn’t exactly the best thing to hear you looked like the Walking Dead in the morning and it actually confirmed what he had feared when looking into the mirror- that he was going to have to wear piles of makeup to cover up the damage this illness was ravaging on his skin and eyes. His eyes dropped back down to the water before him and he just shook his head. 

“And you look like you haven’t slept in days; been up for a while?” His response was ended with a bit of a cough that he attempted to cover up in his sleeve. Namjoon cringed at the pain in his chest that he felt every time he coughed, but he’d move forward just the same. “I’ll be fine, but you might need more than one cup of that- “ he nods to the coffee. He was snapping back at his hyung, it wasn’t like him really, being defensive about an obvious statement.  He thought, on a normal day he’d have laughed and made the man another cup himself, but right now his head was pounding and it was all he could do to keep even the bit of water he’d drank in his stomach. 

He stood from the table, quickly dumping his water into the sink and leaving the cup there, before he leaned against the counter- bracing himself. He was stronger than this, it would need to be a little bit more than a stomach bug or a chest cold to knock him down. He was struggling at the moment but another hour or two and surely he’d be back to his normal self and going again. At least he hoped it would be that way with the schedules they have coming up, it needed to be that way. 

His eyebrows raise as soon as the younger fires back with his own attempt at a witty remark. He doesn’t even let Yoongi reciprocate before he’s muttering something again--which only amuses Yoongi further. The words said by Namjoon weren’t exactly false. In fact they were completely true and Yoongi wasn’t going to deny any of it. He offers a lackluster wave of his hand before pulling out a chair. “Yeah well that’s what happens when sleeping pills don’t do what they’re made to do.” 

“This is actually my third cup.” He tells the other truthfully as he slumps down on the seat facing the sink. His eyebrows knot together as he watches Namjoon pitifully move about.   It wasn’t a pretty sight to behold, and it took much of Yoongi’s will not to toss another joke about how Namjoon looks kind of like Bambi trying to learn how to walk--except he’s a lot less cute. He sits there for a couple more seconds, just watching the younger and contemplating whether he would need help just getting back to his room. He now realizes the gravity of Namjoon’s condition with how his eyes appear sunken and his upper body is slumped as he walks--or tries to.  “Seriously you look like you’re about to collapse.” Yoongi’s concern is more apparent now, his lips arching downwards as he slowly straightens up from his seat. 

Cold water splashed against the face of Kim Namjoon; it was early still and he’d already been up for quite some time expelling most of his dinner from last night into the toilet. Vomiting was probably the worst feeling he’d ever dealt with- he hated everything about it really. Looking at himself in the mirror he looked horrible, pale, clammy, dark circles under his eyes. He wondered how much makeup was going to have to go on his face for him to look presentable to ARMY.

He wore a dark hoodie and a pair of plaid pj bottoms out to the kitchen; he wasn’t exactly hungry but he wanted something other than the taste of toothpaste in his mouth. A tiny coughing fit escaped him as he placed his mouth into his elbow as to not infect the entire dorm with his germs. It was going to be a mask kind of day. Instead of going to the fridge like he planned he went to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen were the allergy meds and headache meds rested- unfortunately there wasn’t anything for “cold” or “flu” … or really there wasn’t much of anything left.

A hand ran through his already tousled blonde locks in a bit of exasperation. He didn’t need all of Bangtan fussing over him or worrying about his health; they had enough things to worry about with the end of the year coming rapidly. Namjoon made a glass of water and sat down at the small table in the kitchen, looking out the window and watching the early morning sun wash over everything it could reach.

Contrary to popular belief, Yoongi was usually one of the first few members to wake up in the morning. Though it’s not actually “waking up” if he never slept in the first place. It’s been going on more recently, how he can’t seem to fall asleep at night no matter how hard he tries. All his thoughts just decide to swim in his head in time for sleep and it’s frustrating as heck. The only time his head lets him sleep is when they’re preparing for a schedule and the stylists are taking too long to fix up the other members and he’s the last one in queue. People think he sleeps all the damn time, just because they coincidentally see him asleep in the afternoon. They don’t realize that it’s mostly because he’d never slept the night before. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you just collapsed on the floor. You need help,.”  Seokjin had said with concern marring his features.

It wasn’t really unusual for Bangtan Boys to get sick. In fact, it was a more common occurrence than any of them would ever admit or acknowledge. Perhaps, Yoongi thinks, they just aren’t as “bulletproof” as they’d like to be. No matter how much vitamin supplements they shove down their throats, the weather or the fatigue from work could still fuck them over. They just have to learn to accept the fact that they’re humans who get sick too.