Our Golden Maknae
Description
The Golden Maknae, Jungkook, gets sick from overworking. It turns from a fever to something much worse.
Foreword
The rainy day definitely made the day ten times worse. Jungkook was pretty sure that he wan't feeling so great. Each dance move feels like a thousand years. He didn't know if it was only him but the room seemed alot colder than when they first came to practice and he didn't sweat at all. This wasn't good especially since the rest of them were dripping with sweat but still full of energy. Jungkook on the other end looked like a zombie with dark eye bags and a thin figure. It wasn't long into the dance practice for their comeback before he was already willing to collapse. No, have to practice. We have to learn the dance before next week. Jungkook thought to himself and shook his head to wake himself up. The members of BTS had already gotten the dance down yesterday but Jungkook keeps making mistakes.
"Jungkook, you have to wake yourself up and remember the dance. I expect you to have it perfected by tomorrow. Keep practicing." Their choreographer scolded Jungkook before leaving without another word. As much as the members hate to admit it, Jungkook has to remember the dance. They had to leave their cute maknae in the dance practice room alone. The maknae was slumped on the ground not making a effort to move until ten minutes after.
"I have to practice. For BTS, for A.R.M.Y." With that resolution to keep Jungkook going, he stood up even with his heavy and pain racked body. He practiced into the night but his body failed to function him again and again. He kept falling, tripping, hurting. He wouldn't let himself take a break from the guilt of not being able to perfect the dance. He danced for hours and hours even in his worst condition. When is the limit? He didn't know.
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