Jungkook got back to his apartment and stopped in the hallway in fright as he saw his apartment door was left open. Jungkook ran the last few steps to the door. He pushed it open slowly to see his home in a state of disaster. All of the cabinets in the kitchen were open, with everything pulled out and left on the ground. He turned to look at the living room and almost started to cry when he saw his wall of photos destroyed. Only a few remained on the wall, while the rest were torn and shredded on the floor.
Jungkook could feel the panic and anxiety in his body rising as he pulled out his phone. He struggled to get to his contacts and push calls on Seokjin's contact, the most recent in his call list.
"Jungkook, did you get home okay? Jimin hasn't got a text yet," Seokjin asked.
"C-can you p-please come over? I-I I need help," Jungkook stuttered as he sat down on his still intact couch.
"Jungkook, can you tell me what is happening? Are you having a panic attack?" Jin asked quickly. This got everyone else in the apartment's attention, wondering what was happening with Jungkook. Jin motioned for them to get their shoes and coats on quickly as he slipped his own on as well.
"I-I think so. J-just need you h-here, p-p-please," Jungkook said as his knee started to bounce nervously. He hadn't even made it to his bedroom to see if his computer was safe, the computer that held all of his photography.
"I'm on my way. Jungkook, I want you to stay on the line with me until we get there, understand?" Jin said, not wanting anything to happen to Jungkook if he hung up. "Do you have any idea what set off your panic attack?"
"B-broke," Jungkook mumbled softly into the phone as tears started to fill his eyes.
"What broke? I promise we can fix whatever is broken," Seokjin said as the group arrived at Jungkook's apartment building.
"C-can't be fixed," Jungkook said, looking at his floor that was flooded with his torn photographs, his hard work.
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Through the Viewfinder (BTSxJJK)
FanfictionHe was left without any friends, an outcast. He didn't have any friend outside of that small group and it was too late to make any. Everyone already had their group of friends, as he had previously. This once bubbly boy became a shadow of his previo...
