Jikook oneshots

Threats

Jungkook's POV

I was sitting on the couch scrolling through Twitter and watching the other boys mess around. We had a day off today because Yoongi decided he was going to fake sick so he can sleep more. Seokjin, Taehyung, and Jimin were on the ground wrestling, Namjoon was in his room working on some lyrics, Hoseok went to the dance practice room, and Yoongi has been sleeping all morning.
I kept seeing some really weird trends and other tweets. One of the weird-and kinda creepy- trends was #Jungkookbulge, which I found to be nasty. It was just a bunch of inappropriate things people were saying and pictures of my... private part.
Another one was Taehyung being ambidextrous. Pretty much just people calling him hot and saying his hands have so much power. It also showed a bunch of videos of him playing tennis with both hands.
"Owww! Taehyung! That hurt!" Jimin yelled suddenly.
I looked up obviously out of concern as I just heard the word 'hurt' come out of my boyfriend's mouth. Jimin had his arms wrapped around his abdomen, right around the area his ribs are in.
"Oh my God Taehyung-hyung! What did you do!?" I yelled at him as I ran down to comfort Jimin.
"I didn't mean to! My arms weren't even near him!" Tae yelled back.
"Well clearly they w-" I got cut of by Jin screaming, in English.
"HEY, STOB IT!"
That got all of us laughing.
"Stob?! Thats not even how you say it!" Jimin said through laughs.
"S.T.O.P. Stop! Is it really that hard for you!" I yelled.
Eventually we calmed down and went back to what we were doing before. Eventully I came across this one tweet that scared the living hell out of me.
'I love Jungkook so much. I want him to be happy. So I am going to get rid of that pest they call Jimin. At the next event imma pull up with my gun and shoot that bitch back to hell were he belongs.'
I gasped as I finished reading it. Jimin, Jin, and Tae, who had given up on wrestling and were watching a movie, looked over at me.
"Jimin, give me your phone," I demanded.
He looked at me like I was crazy but nonetheless gave me his phone.
"Whatever you guys do, don't let Jimin on Twitter. I'll be right back," I demanded again.
I stood up and ran to the bighit building. Big mistake. The run was about three miles long. I could barely breathe when I got there, but it didn't stop me from running up to Bang PD-nim's office and aggressively knocking on the door.
I heard a 'come in' and quickly opened the door.
"Jungkook? What are you doing here? Do you need something?" Bang PD asked.
Panting, I said, "J-Jimin... death.. t-threat."
"What? Did you just say Jimin has a death threat? Another one?" Someone else asked.
I recognized that voice. I looked around the room to see Namjoon sitting by PD-nim. When did he get there?
We discussed what we were going to do to make sure this threat never comes true. We will have extra bodyguards with us at all times, even when we are simply going grocery shopping.

Four days later, and we now have to go to the airport so we can fly to America. Honestly, I'm kinda scared. I mean, maybe whoever wrote that threat isn't even in Korea or America. Maybe, their somewhere like, oh I don't know, Chile? Africa maybe?
"Hey, Kook what are you thinking so hard about. You're Making that face you make when something is confusing you again," Jimin laughed.
"Sorry, I was just thinking," I said.
"Think? You can think this early in the morning?" He asked again.
"Umm yeah... its not that early. I've been awake since like one-thirty this morning," I answered him.
He looked at me completely shook. It's currently four in the morning, we just rode in a cramped van for an hour, and are now standing in front of the airport. We're waiting for our staff to bring our suitcases out of the car.
Normally we would help, but Yoongi and Tae can barely walk, Jin has been clinging to Namjoon like a koala to a tree, and I have pretty much carried Jimin everywhere.
Fans and paparazzi have been going crazy. One fan ran past all the bodyguards and tried to kiss Hoseok. One started to scream things like Namjin and Jikook. Like hysterically screaming it. Quite a few paparazzo were all up in our faces trying to get good close ups. Unfortunately for them, they aren't going to get any good anything out of us right now.
Once the staff got all our stuff we headed inside.
Dont get me wrong, I love seeing fans, but some of them are just too pushy, clingy, or all out crazy. All these people in one place make me uncomfortable. It makes the room hot, crowded, and stuffy.
I look around at some of the fans as we walk. Some are dressed in terribly revealing clothes, some in just normal, casual clothes, and some that look like they just woke up. One person was dressed in all black. He had a black long sleeve, black cargo pants, a black trench coat, a big black bucket hat that covers most of his face, a black mask, and black timberlands. He looks suspicious. I wonder if he is the person who made that threat?
I looked at him once again because he seemed to be walking right next to us. He reached his hand into an inside pocket of his jacket and pulled something out. It was a gun. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at Jimin.
The fans around him saw and started screaming even louder, trying to get Jimin's attention. Jimin ignored them just like everyone else.
"GUN!!!" I screamed.
That got everyone's attention. All of the staff and members looked at me. So did the guy holding the gun.
"Don't shoot Jimin, please!" I begged. "Shoot me instead! Just don't hurt any of them!"
"No," he growled, it sounded like a female voice, a familiar one too. "I am here to kill that son of a bitch that is stealing you from me,"
That's when I recognized the voice. It was Yeona, my high-school girl best friend. I was shocked. I mean she has always been oddly possessive, but this is to far.
I stared at her completely dumbfounded as she looked back at Jimin. By the time I finally snapped back to life she was pulling the trigger.
I jumped in front of Jimin just as the bullet came flying through the air towards him. I knocked Jimin to the ground. I could feel the bullet hit me. I knew I need to get up, but I have no energy anymore. My left hip hurts so much it's making me cry. I sobbed into Jimin's chest. He gently rubbed my head, going from the top of it to the nape of my neck. I could tell he was trying to stay strong for my sake, but, by the way he was breathing, I could tell he was crying.
"An ambulance is on it's way! So is a police car! Don't let her get away!" I heard one of the staff yell.
At this point I'm starting to feel lightheaded. I opened my eyes-which I didn't even know I closed-to look at the ethereal boy underneath me.
"Jimin..." I breathed out. "..d-dizzy.."
"Jungkook, baby, no no, stay awake for me please!" Jimin said, the panic obvious by his shaky voice.
"Mmhmpft," is all I managed to get out.
I started to hear sirens but the sound soon became lost somewhere in the world as everything turned black.

"And hip injuries can end a dancers career, as you all probably know, but, by the way he is now, if he wakes up, he should be fine." A voice said, one I couldn't bring myself to recognize.
"If!? What do you mean if he wakes up?!" Another voice, which I immediately recognized as Jimin, screamed.
"Well, he is in a coma, and we don't know when or even if he will wake up," the unrecognizable voice stated calmly.
I'm in a coma? Shouldn't I not be able to hear anything? Or move my fingers? Or open my eyes? Wait a second, I'm not at home.
The room I'm in now is a crazy, bright, white color. I'm laying in a hard bed, and on the other side of the room was a small, blue couch and armchair. All of which being occupied by the members. There was a woman in front of them in a sleek, white, doctors coat. Her hair was tied back in a tight ponytail that looked like it was pulling her eyebrows up.
I opened my mouth to try to say something, but nothing came out. I tried again but nothing happened, so I deemed that as a lost cause. I laid in the bed for a couple seconds before I felt something tickling my nose.
I sneezed. Five times in a row to be exact. Everyone else in the room turned to look at me.
"Jungkook!" All the members yelled before getting up to come to me.
They all started walking over to me but were quickly pushed away by Jimin. Who was running to me.
He pulled me into a hug so fast I thought I got whiplash. I hugged him back as he cried on my shoulder.
"Oh my goodness, Jeon Jeongguk! Dont you ever do that to me again! I thought you died!" He said through sobs.
I chuckled lightly, "I know."
"W-what do you mean?" He asked.
"Knowing you thought I died, it's what drove me to wake up, to be okay," I answered him softly.
"Awww!" I heard everyone in the room say.
"Alright, well, I'll do a quick checkup on Jeongguk and then I'll let you get back to this adorable moment," the lady-that I'm guessing is my doctor by... everything about her-said.
After a couple months of therapy, sitting through concerts, learning how to walk without a cane, and having to relearn a bunch of dancing techniques, I eventually fully healed and am now back to my regular self. I am a lot more careful, attentive, and observant, though.

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Two things: One, sorry for taking so long to update. I have been in the middle of moving and starting in a new school-which is a mess, has no clue what their doing. It's very stressful, plus adding that to my depression and anxiety it's been kinda hard to deal with.
Two, I almost got caught writing this.😐 My younger sister was annoying me as I was looking something up for this book because I couldn't think of the right word, and she asked me if I was writing a story. She only asked because she 'accidentally' wrote a story on her account.
So yeah, I apologize for taking so long to update but I promise more chapters will be coming soon... hopefully.