BTS Sickfics [Volume 1]

Jungkook: Fighting with Hyungs

Requested by rayofsunshine_1d

So Jungkook didn't know that he had accidentally put peanuts (which Jimin was allergic to) in his hyungs' lunches (he offered to make them), broken three expensive and rare china plates, and spilled banana milk on Taehyung's newly bought Gucci shirt.

Of course he did.

He did, and he also knew that he was going to be in hell for quite a little while, judging the death glare his hyungs gave him (especially when Jimin needed to go to the hospital for his peanut allergy, which, fortunately, wasn't too much of a big deal and he soon recovered from his rashes that day). Jungkook expected to be scolded or something minor.

He absolutely did not think about getting into a fight with his hyungs.

Here he was, standing there in the middle of the living room, gulping as Jimin sent multiple death glares at him, which kind of said, 'I fricking hate you.' The maknae was pretty sure that Jimin didn't hate him, but assuming how scary the latter looked right now, Jungkook knew that he was on thin ice.

Awkward silence filled the living room as everyone sent everyone glares and scowls. Namjoon decided to break the silence by coughing. "As we all know-" he began before Jimin interrupted. "Goddamn! You wasted all of our precious weekend holiday. And the rashes fricking hurt!" Jimin growled. "I-I'm sorry, hyungie," Jungkook attempted to soften his hyung with a cute aegyo voice.

It didn't work.

Seokjin rolled his eyes. "You're sorry? My china plates are gone, and it's not like I can buy a new one even with money. Do you know how expensive they were? My grandparents bought them for me, and after they passed away, they're the only memories I have left from my grandad and my grandma." He huffed. "But you don't know what it means to me."

"Y-you still have the Mario plushie, hyungie," Jungkook pointed out timidly, referring to the adorable Mario plushie Seokjin's grandparents bought for Seokjin years ago. The eldest scoffed. "Sometimes apologies do not save the world," was all he said before he continued narrowing his eyebrows at Jungkook and scowling at him.

"Oh, and so my shirt doesn't care," spoke Taehyung with his deep voice, which usually was soothing and calm, but now, it felt as if a scary spooky monster was speaking to Jungkook. The youngest trembled. "Well, I didn't mean to, hyung, and maybe it was your fault for leaving it right on the floor!" Jungkook blurted.

His eyes widened as Taehyung took a step forward. "Are you saying that it's my problem now?" He hissed as he turned away. He then turned back towards Jungkook and stared right into the latter's eyes. "Well, but it's not!" Taehyung snapped out of anger. "It's yours!"

"I said I'm sorry! Will you guys just shut up?" Jungkook retorted, tired of this argument. "Oh, huh, young man, you wanna pick up a fight?" Yoongi raised a brow. Jungkook pouted to himself, crossed his arms, and boldly said, "Uh huh, I just don't wanna fight against you weak fools-" However, before he could finish his sentence-

A punch was sent towards his face. And he couldn't dodge it in time.

The punch, he soon discovered as he looked up, was sent by Taehyung, whose face was red from anger. "What for?!" Jungkook cried, resisting the urge to break down in tears. "For your pathetic mistakes," huffed Taehyung. "Did I owe you something? Is there a problem?" scoffed Jungkook. He sat on his bed and looked up at his six hyungs. "I'm sorry, but if I can't help you, then I'm going to bed-"

Another slap.

This was from Hoseok. "Mind your fricking language, kid," he smirked. "Can't believe you're this strong, oh well. Us fools can't be bothered." Jungkook stood up, his eyes puffy and his cheeks red. "This is so fricking unfair! It's all your problem!" He shouted at Hoseok as he slightly kicked at Hoseok's legs, causing the elder one to trip a little.