BTS sickfics/hurtfics

Namjoon - D.I.D Pt. 2

Namjoon ripped off the piercings, and threw them down.
"Why?! Why do you make my life so difficult, Jeongsin?!" He cried out, looking at himself in the mirror.
His reflection smirked.

"I? I make your life difficult? I help you! I help you through the pain, I TAKE ON YOUR PAIN! You let me take control so I take care of YOUR problems! I? I MAKE YOUR LIFE MISERABLE?" The reflection replied.
Namjoon felt the tears well up in his eyes before he hit the mirror.

The glass cracked and there was blood on his fist.
The reflection of him chuckled.
"Without me. You'd die. You'd be lost in your sadness. No one would help you"

The reflection turned back to his normal one.
Namjoon let the tears roll down his cheeks before another sharp headache hit him.

He winced, clutching at his head.
He dropped down, curled up in a ball.
Then he stiffened again.
His eyes opened again, and his eyes were now a light blue.
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Taeyong had arrived at the BTS House, immediately needing to see Namjoon.
"Oh. Hi Taeyong. What brings you here?" Said Jin, taking him in.
"I need to talk with Namjoon—"
"He's grounded"

"But this is seriously important! It involves his health!"
Jin considered it, before sighing and nodding.
Taeyong quickly rushed up to Namjoon's room.
He slowly opened the door, and looked in.

"Namjoon??" He said.
There was a rustling.
Taeyong went in slowly and closed the door.
He went to the lump of covers on the ground.
"Namjoon?.." He said quietly.

The covers slid off, and there stood a Namjoon, in a pink dog onesie.
Taeyong tilted his head in confusion.

The new personality narrowed its eyes and folded his arms.

"This bitch seriously"

She smacked Taeyong, who brought his hand up to his cheek where he was slapped.

"Its Na-So! N-A-S-O. You disgusting rat"
Taeyong glared at Na-so.
"Ah yes. Dear Na-so. How's life?" Said Taeyong through gritted teeth.
"Since when do you care about my life" She said, plopping down onto the bed.

Taeyong let out a frustrated sigh.
She is difficult to handle.

"Look... Na-so. How about you—"
Na-so had got up and snatched Taeyong's phone off him.
"Oi! Give it back!"
She looked at his wallpaper and saw someone that made her look closer.
She shoved the phone in his face, pointing to a face.

"Who's this?" She said.
Taeyong realised it was WinWin.
"Uh... A friend"
"Dumbass. I meant as in his name" said Na-so.
"... Stage name is WinWin—"

She looked back at the picture of him.
"Damn. He hot"
Taeyong inhaled sharply, collecting himself.
She looked back at him.

"What? Can't I compliment men?" She said.
"Then what am I?" Asked Taeyong.
"Judging from the pictures you take and have on your camera roll, a patient that escaped from the mental institution"

"Oh come on! — you know what. Here, let's go" He said, grabbing her wrist.
"Aish! That's no way to treat a girl, you rat"
He snuck her out of the house, before going down.

"Uhm. I had to take Namjoon away.. He wasn't... Feeling.. The best"
Jins eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"He was fine when he beat up all those people.." He muttered.
Taeyong snuck out, and his blood chilled when he saw Na-so was gone.

He saw a sticky note attached to where he left her.
He quickly read it.

"You left your phone. So I decided to check where that whole WinWin guy lives. Gone to see my oppa >:). See you disgusting rat!!"

Taeyong cursed out loud and quickly ran to the NCT house.
He literally slammed the door open when he got there.
All of the other NCT members were chatting.
"Where's WinWin?!" Taeyong exclaimed.
".. In his room. Wh—" Began Johnny, but Taeyong already ran off to WinWin's room.

He burst in through the door.
WinWin looked up.
Taeyong let out a sigh of relief.
"What's wrong?" Asked WinWin in confusion.
"Ah. Nothing. Just—"

There was a slam of a door.
"I have come to see you, Oppa!" came a voice.

"Oh fuck"

Taeyong quickly ran to WinWin and shielded him.
Na-so came into the room, panting.
"What did you do?!" Said Taeyong.
Na-so smirked.

Taeyong grabbed WinWin's hand and went to the living room.
Everyone was lying on the ground, groaning.

"S-She... I-is one... Fierce Woman" Said Doyoung, before he dropped his head down in exhaustion.

Taeyong glared at Na-so, who sent him a sweet smile.

Great.
A bitchy personality in his house.
What else could he want?