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helloo if you don't mind I'd like to request for a namjoon sickfic, one where hes mentally & physically drained but forces himself to keep working to a point of passing out unconscious from exhaustion, with no. 32 from are you okay prompt if thats not too much to ask hehe😅. since I'm obsessed with your recent work "doctor's order" I'd be thrilled if you can make it a namgikook one! but if you'd prefer any other pairing it'll be great too! thank you so much for your works I love them they're so good!! & thanks in advance for this one I hope u have nice day😁🥰

Hello love! Hope you're having a wonderful day! Thanks so much for this request! I love to hear that you enjoyed my "doctors orders" mini series. I really enjoyed writing it. You're so so sweet!! I'm delighted to fill your request with best caretakers Yoonkook and one way too overworked Namjoon. I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Namgikook - platonic intentions but read as you want.

Prompt: "No. I-I don't-" *faints*

Words: 2411

Warnings: Exhaustion || Fainting

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Namjoon's email inbox finally reads 0. When he opened the browser, there had been 362 unread emails. But after hours of sifting through, he managed to go through each of them. He sorted them into folders, added things to his schedule, and replied to chains that required his input. It's been exhausting. But it’s the last thing on his to-do list before he allows himself to go back to the dorms.

He glances at the time on the bottom screen of his computer. 6:51 AM. He remembers looking at the same time yesterday. Has he slept since then? He doesn’t think so. And he’d pulled another almost all nighter last night to practice choreography. Thinking about it now, he’s probably been awake for over 30 hours. Thankfully, his schedule doesn’t start until noon. So as soon as he gets to the dorm, he can get a couple hours of sleep. Nowhere near enough. But better than none at all.

He hurriedly packs up his things and locks up his studio. He’s eager to get back to the dorm. Thankfully, he’s got his bike with him. And it’s a beautiful morning. So he doesn’t bother to wait for a driver. He enjoys the ride back to the dorm. It adds to his exhaustion, but he reminds himself that he’ll sleep better that way.

The other members are already up and roaming around the dorm when he gets there. Apparently, the vocal line has an early recording session. Yoongi has a solo schedule. And Hoseok’s just a morning person. As soon as Namjoon steps inside, three members flock to him.

“Namjoon-ah, can you-”

“Rapmon-hyung, I need-”

“Namjoonie-hyung, did you-”

They all speak at once. He can’t focus on any one singular request. Overwhelmed, he steps through them. “I can’t focus when you guys all talk to me at the same time. What do you guys need?” His head spins from the chaos. But he can’t just leave his members helpless.

Seokjin speaks first. “I just need you to clean up the kitchen. I cooked breakfast, there’s left overs for you. But we need to get ready to go.”

Namjoon casually eyes the kitchen. It’s a mess. But he agrees to clean it. He then turns his attention to Jungkook, “Hyung, there’s an error in my schedule. I’m scheduled for a recording session at the time of the new concept photoshoot. Which one should I go to?”

Namjoon looks at Jungkook’s schedule on his phone. The screen is pulsing in and out of his vision. He’s starting to get a headache. But when he squints, it’s easier to read. There is a pretty significant overlap in his activities. He doesn’t know who exactly made the error, but it’s his job to resolve it. “I’ll call a manager and get it figured out. That’s at 3, right? I’ll let you know where to be before then.”

“Thanks hyung,” He smiles and takes his phone back. He’s off with Seokjin to get ready. It’s just Jimin left before him. “What can I help you with, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin is sweet, kind. He doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body. A little sassy at times, but even that’s kind of adorable. Yet, when Jimin speaks, a chill runs down Namjoon’s spine. “Hyung, did you finish recording your feature for my song?”

Namjoon was supposed to record that a week ago. But it keeps slipping his mind. Not because he doesn’t care about Jimin’s song. He really does. It’s a great song and he’s honored that Jimin asked him to feature. But he’s just got so many things in his own schedule to think about, Jimin’s solo debut is the furthest thing from his mind. Still, he’s disappointed in himself for not getting it done. “Shit, Jimin-ah. I’m so sorry. I forgot again. I’ll get it done today, I swear. Before I start my schedule.”

Jimin’s heard that before. But he’s as forgiving as he is flexible. To a certain extent. “It’s okay hyung. I’ll give you one more extension. But if you don’t get it done, I’ll ask Hobi-hyung to feature.” The threat is delivered with such a simple smile. Namjoon feels like he’s entered a mafia film. There’s another chill as Jimin walks away. He fears what might happen if he doesn’t record the track, apart from losing his feature.

Yoongi is sitting on the couch, pretending he hadn’t paid attention to that whole ordeal. He eyes Namjoon carefully. Noting how tired he looks. His eye bags are bad. They’re deep purple and puffy, like he hasn’t slept in a while. His skin is pale, like he hasn’t had a decent meal in a while. And he’s swaying where he stands, like his muscles have already given up on him. “Namjoon-ah,” He calls to get the leader’s attention.

Namjoon’s shoulders scrunch in fear when he hears his name. He’s terrified that Yoongi’s going to have another request for him. He doesn’t think he can manage any more. The newly assigned tasks have already taken those few hours he had planned to sleep from him. Still, he can’t say no to his hyung. “Yes, hyung.”

“Do you want me to clean the kitchen?” Yoongi offers. He’s still got a half hour before his ride arrives.

Namjoon hesitates. His immediate gut instinct is to say yes. But he knows Yoongi. He probably helped Seokjin cook. So it wouldn’t be fair for him to cook the meal and clean up. So he swallows his reaction and shakes his head. “No, I’ll get to it.”

Yoongi pouts. If Namjoon’s not going to accept his generous offer to help, then he’ll just get to the root of the issue. “You look awful, Joon. You should rest.”

“I’ll take a little nap later. I’ve got too much to do now.” Namjoon replies, mostly to convince himself. There’s an obvious disappointment in his voice.

“Alright, if you’re not going to rest, you’re at least going to eat.” He stands off the sofa and drags Namjoon to the kitchen. Namjoon sits at the kitchen island while Yoongi warms up his breakfast. He doesn’t leave until Namjoon’s finished the whole dish.

While he’s in the kitchen, Namjoon decides to start cleaning. Yoongi subtly helps out, putting away stray ingredients and wiping down the surfaces. Namjoon’s just left with the dishes, which he can let air dry. But dishes for seven is still a daunting task.

He finishes the dishes after the rest of the members have already left. He decides to take a shower, hoping some cool water will help him stay awake. After that, he calls the manager to work out the issue with Jungkook’s schedule. Then, it’s back to the studio to record the track for Jimin. He’s not sure how many takes he will need, but he’s motivated to get it right the first time. That way, he can steal a nap on the sofa in his studio before dance rehearsal.

It takes longer than he hoped. He can’t get the lines right, he keeps stuttering and stumbling over the words. The one time he had been able to get it right, he forgot to hit record. But after somewhere around three dozen runs, he manages to get the lyrics, timing and rhythm right. He quickly sends the track to Jimin and looks at the clock. 11:02. He’s determined to use those left over minutes to get some sleep. He sets a timer for 11:50 and lunges himself onto his couch.

But sleep does not come easy. He tosses and turns for a while, his mind is flooded with thoughts that convince him he’s forgetting something. He knows he isn’t. But he still can’t shake the feeling. And when he does finally doze off, his alarm startles him away 10 minutes later. 10 pathetic minutes have to push him through the rest of the day.

He gets up and goes to meet the members at the dance studio. He’s the last one there, everyone else already starting warm up stretches. He quickly joins them. His stretches are lazy. He’s unsteady on two feet, so balancing on one to stretch his legs just doesn’t happen. He can feel it’s going to be a dreadfully long rehearsal.

Yoongi’s been eyeing Namjoon since he entered the studio. He looks about a thousand times worse than he did that morning. He knows if Namjoon participates in this rehearsal, it’s going to end badly. But he also knows Namjoon’s not going to listen to him. Yoongi giving a speech about rest might as well be the dictionary definition of hypocritical. So he decides to recruit a support, someone Namjoon can never say no to.

Jungkook’s engrossed in stretching, going above and beyond as usual. Yoongi nudges Jungkook and gestures for him to go toward the cubbies. Jungkook, ever obedient, hops right up and follows Yoongi. “What’s up, hyung?”

Yoongi gestures for Jungkook to keep his voice down, sending obvious side glances at Namjoon. “Joon’s not going to make it through this rehearsal. He’s way too tired. He needs to go home.” The rapper whispers.

Jungkook looks at Namjoon with concentrated eyes. Thankfully, Namjoon’s too disoriented to feel his stare. The maknae nods with wide eyes as he sees Namjoon sway and hold his head. Yoongi’s right; he looks rough. “He looks like he’s about to pass out any minute. Hyung, there’s no way he can dance like that.”

“I know, Kook,” Yoongi reaffirms, “That’s why I’m asking you to make him go home.”

Jungkook’s eyes grow impossibly wide, “Me?” he points to his own chest.

“Yes you. Use those special maknae powers you’ve used to enchant us for all these years.” Yoongi shoves the youngest back toward the center of the studio.

Jungkook turns and looks back at Yoongi, “There’s no powers, hyung. You all just like me.” He bares a wide toothy smile and Yoongi rolls his eyes. He’s still convinced it’s magic or something.

Jungkook approaches Namjoon carefully, like he would a wild deer; he doesn’t want to spook him. “Hyung,” Jungkook starts.

Namjoon looks at him, “Yes, Jungkook?” The leader leans against the mirror. It’s hard for him to keep his eyes open.

“You should rest. You’ve been doing too much.” It’s easy for Jungkook to put on a sulky pout and bat his wide doe eyes at Namjoon, “I’m scared you might hurt yourself.”

Namjoon just nods. He hadn't heard a single word Jungkook said. His head is pulsing behind his eyes. But whatever it was, he assumes a nod and a smile can handle it. He even manages to put a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, just to show a touch of physical acknowledgement.

“Hyung, are you going to rest?” Jungkook asks.

Before Namjoon can react, or not react, again, their choreographer bursts into the room and immediately queues the setlist. “Let’s just jump right into it! Everyone get into positions.” He calls.

Namjoon sees the blurry figures of the members get into formation. He quickly joins them, standing as close as possible to where he’s supposed to be. Yoongi and Jungkook share a knowing look. Jungkook shrugs his shoulders with a heavy sigh. Yoongi knows it won’t end well.

And Yoongi’s partially wrong. Because what never actually starts cannot end. Namjoon misses his initial cue in the opening sequence completely. He recognizes that the music has stopped, the blurry figures are closer to him now. There’s a hand on his shoulder, “Namjoon-ah, are you okay?” Hoseok asks.

Namjoon shudders. He hears a piece of the question. “No. I-I don’t-” it all he’s able to stutter out before his knees buckle and he falls into Jungkook’s waiting arms. The maknae scoops him into his arms with ease.

While the rest of the members and the choreographer exchange garbled looks, Yoongi barks orders. “Jungkook, carry Namjoon to his studio. I’ll meet you there in a few.” Jungkook’s already gone, “Jimin-ah, can you find water for when he wakes up. Hobi, can you talk to a manager about clearing his schedule? It may affect our schedules as well, but Namjoon’s in no condition to work today. Taehyung, get a medic to meet me in Namjoon’s studio. I think he just passed out from exhaustion, but he should be checked out just because he’s unconscious. Jin-hyung, see if you can arrange a ride back to the dorms. He can rest in his studio for now, but he’d rest better in his own bed.” No one questions their role. They all leave to complete their assigned task dutifully.

Yoongi then addresses the befuddled choreographer, “Choreographer-nim. I’m sorry we wasted your time,” He bows deeply, “We will work 10 times as hard in our next practice. I will make sure of it.” He promises as he chases down the hall to catch up with Jungkook. He doesn’t wait for a lecture. PDnim can give him one later. And he’ll gladly accept it. But he doesn’t have any regrets about how he handled the situation.

Yoongi inputs the passcode to Namjoon’s studio and kicks the door open. Jungkook carries Namjoon inside and gently sets him down on the couch. Namjoon stirs at the movement. He squints his eyes open a bit, “What happened?” He asks, last he knew he was in the dance studio.

“You passed out,” Yoongi supplies, “I told you that you needed to rest.” he scolds.

“I told you, too,” Jungkook adds, although less harsh than Yoongi’s tone.

“I’m tired,” Namjoon replies, not at all shocked by the fact he passed out.

“Then go to sleep, Joon.” Yoongi pulls a blanket over Namjoon’s large frame. The spare blanket in his studio hardly fits him since he bulked up.

“Yoongi and I will take good care of you,” Jungkook smiles wide watching Namjoon fall asleep much more peacefully this time.

Namjoon’s able to sleep through the medical exam. He’s asleep when their driver arrives. He stays asleep the whole ride home and even as Jungkook carries him into the dorm. He doesn’t even stir when Jungkook accidentally drops him on his bed a little too soon.

He sleeps until late at night. When he wakes, Yoongi and Jungkook are sleeping back to back, their heads tilted against one another. Their necks will surely hurt in the morning. He looks at the moon through the poorly closed curtains and decides to sleep again. He’ll remember to praise Yoongi and Jungkook when the sun comes up.

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A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

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