Euphoric Agony

I'll do my Best.

With a massive headache, Jeongguk groaned as he sat up, stopping short when the movement made him nauseous.

“Don’t move,” he heard, it sounded vaguely like Hoseok. “You probably have a concussion. Yoongi-Hyung hit you pretty hard.”

“Wi’h wha’?” Jeongguk slurred, wincing at the sound of his voice, though it sounded far away, and cloudy.

“His cellphone,” Hoseok answered simply. “I guess he thought you were breaking in, I don’t know.” Jeongguk sighed as he felt something cold slide on top of his forehead, relaxing into the mattress beneath him. “He’s in rough shape.”

“Y’u n‘eem n‘on’en’,” Jeongguk’s words were hardly coherent, much like his own thoughts.

“I’m not,” Hoseok answered anyway. “I told Jin this would happen.” Jeongguk bit back a whine when the cold compress was removed from his forehead. “You might have to die for them to believe you, just like us.”

“Na’y’oon-’Yun re’oni’ed me.”

“But Jimin was still skeptical, Taehyung hardly believes himself,” Hoseok pointed out. “Yoongi is borderline delirious.” Jeongguk could feel Hoseok’s eyes on him. “You have shit timing, kid.”

“Bu’ y’u lu’ me.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok chuckled dryly. “I guess I do.”

It was quiet as Jeongguk tried to form the mush that was his thoughts into some sort of coherency. He tried to speak, but it didn’t come out well.

“What was that, Guk-ah?”

“H’w lon’ a concussion las’?”

“I don’t know,” Hoseok answered honestly. He knew they could last from a month, to a year.

Jeongguk struggled to sit up. “N’en le’s do n’is.”

“Wait, what?” Hoseok stood, holding his arms out to steady the maknae should he fall. “Let’s do what?”

“Ki’j’en,” Jeongguk blinked when his vision swam, but used Hoseok as leverage to pull himself up.

“What do you need from the kitchen, Jeongguk?” Hoseok’s voice was a mix of concern, and frustration. Why wouldn’t Jeongguk just rest? “Jeon-”

“Jus’ follow,” when Jeongguk was on his feet, he moved quickly to the kitchen. Satisfied that all of his Hyungs were in either the front room, or the kitchen. “H’ung’s.”

Jeongguk nodded when everyone turned in his direction, ignoring Jin’s nagging.

“Jeongguk? What’re you doing out of bed?” Jin’s gaze flickered to Hoseok. “I thought you were supposed to keep an eye on him?”

“I tried, Hyung,” Hoseok gave as an explanation, shrugging, but reaching out a hand to steady Jeongguk before he fell over himself.

“Yoon’i-H’un, N’ae-H’un, Na’joo’-H’un,” Jeongguk scrunched up his nose as his Hyungs turned to look at him. “Wa’ch.”

Hoseok knew now what Jeongguk was doing, and before he could try and stop the maknae, Jeongguk wrenched the large cutting knife out of SeokJin’s hand.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jin didn’t know what to say to stop the maknae, but he knew that Jeongguk would be fine, that he’d wake up in a few moments, however, it wasn’t in his nature to let his beloved maknae end his life. “Give that to me-”
Jeongguk coughed, opening his mouth to reveal the knife which he had driven through his skull to shut SeokJin up.

“Jeongguk-”

Yoongi watched with morbid fascination as Jeongguk gripped the knife in his skull tightly, pulling it out, before dropping to the ground.

No way did he just do that.

Taehyung’s mouth was hanging open, mirroring SeokJin’s expression, but his eyes were cold. Namjoon blinked past a few tears, and Hoseok was shaking.

“Did he just-”

“He did-”

“Wait, what-”

Jimin, who’d been sat at the breakfast bar was on his feet now, his member’s voices drowned out by the shock of what he’d just seen.

“Jeongguk-ah..?” Yoongi was approaching the maknae’s body. “A- Are-”

Jeongguk jolted upright with a large intake of breath. He quickly raised a hand to rub his aching jaw. He looked around him. Yoongi was about three feet from him, standing barefoot in the kitchen, Hoseok and SeokJin looked surprised, but a little less now that they’d witnessed it thrice.

“H- How are you..” Jimin’s sentence trailed off, clearly in shock. “Y- You’re alive.”

“I told you,” Taehyung spoke up next, glancing at Jimin, before locking eyes with Jeongguk. “I told you he was immortal. Why does no-one ever listen to me?”

“Because that’s crazy!” Jimin snapped, face scrunched up in anger. “There’s no way that’s possible. Jeongguk just killed himself. How is he even breathing?”

“Hyung, if you wanna try, I mean, I guess you could-”

“Try what?” Jimin was crying now, hands fisted in his hair. “Try killing you? Why would I do that?”

“Because you need confirmation,” Jeongguk nodded to his Hyung, glancing between SeokJin and Hoseok. “They needed it, too, and once they got it, they believed me.”

“I-” Jimin cut himself off, lowering his hands. “They killed you? Both of them?”

“No, no, Hyung,” Jeongguk pulled himself up, thankful for Hoseok’s help. “I jumped in front of a bus. The time just now was the fourth time I’ve died so far.”

“Wait, fourth?” Hoseok questioned. He didn’t remember there being four times.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk looked away from his Hyungs sheepishly. “I had to make sure that I wasn’t going crazy.”

“How’d you do it that time?” Namjoon.

“I.. You know that bridge leading up to the dorms..?”

“Oh, Jeongguk, tell me you didn’t,” Yoongi was face-palming.

“I jumped off of it,” Jeongguk bit his lip. “I had to know.”

“What if you’d died?” Jimin snapped again, before realizing that he’d just asked a stupid question.

“I did die,” Jeongguk laughed with his answer. “I can show you which rock my head expl-”

“No, no thank you,” Hoseok rushed, hand on his stomach. “Just.. Try not to die anymore..?”

“I’ll do my best,” Jeongguk smiled.