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OT7 - Comfort

"Jungkook, are you busy?"

Raising an eyebrow, the brunet ponders the reason behind the unexpected phone call. "No, why?"

"It's just that-" a sniffling sound comes from the other end of the phone - is his dad crying? he never cries - before the male continues, "-Gureum hasn't been doing the best lately, buddy, so Eomma and I had to make the difficult decision to put him down this morning. We wanted to tell you now so you weren't as shocked when the funeral came around. We've already spoken to your boss and he says it's okay for you - and the other members, if they want to - to come to Busan for the service."

"Appa, please..." Jungkook chokes out a sob, covering his mouth. "Please, tell me you're joking."

"I'm sorry, Junggie. We'll talk soon, okay? I love you."

"Love you too."

He puts the phone down, eyes glued to the ground as he exhales shakily. Then, suddenly aware of the other members' eyes focusing on him, he rushes out of the room, seeking solace in the comfort and privacy of his own bedroom, shutting the door quietly and practically throwing himself onto his bed.

"Guys," Hoseok leans forward, concerned. "I think something happened with Jungkook's family. Should we go talk to him?"

"Leave him." Yoongi advises, sighing. "I know he looks like he needs comfort, but just leave him. He probably wants some time alone, since he ran off rather than just talking to us. If he's still in there in an hour, then we can go see him, but one at a time. We don't want him getting overwhelmed when he's already so fragile."

Unconvinced, yet not wanting to disobey his hyung, the younger nods. He'll give him some time, and maybe he'll start feeling better.

An hour and a half later...

Putting the DVD case he's holding between his teeth, Seokjin knocks on the door to Jungkook's bedroom, waiting for a moment before he's told to enter. He puts the case back into his hand so he can speak, rustling as he walks due to the numerous bags under his other arm.

"I talked to the guys, and we wanted to make sure you're okay." he says gently, staring at the maknae, whose hair is a mess, and he has tear lines down his cheeks. "I brought the 'Iron Man' DVD and some snacks for you, y'know, in case you want them."

Jungkook doesn't respond, clutching a pillow to his chest. Sighing to himself, the elder switches on the TV and starts playing the DVD, then places all the bags of snacks on the nightstand so they're within reach. He sits on the bed.

"I'm not gonna pressure you into telling me what's wrong, but I think it'd be best if you told somebody. Doesn't have to be me, and you don't have to go into detail, I just wanna know if there's anything I can do to help."

"It's fine, hyung." mumbles the brunet, voice lacking its usual expression. "Just family stuff. Nothing you can do about it."

The movie progresses in the background, a sudden noise within it making him flinch slightly.

"I-I'm sorry, hyung, I really don't wanna watch this." he says, still hugging his pillow, and sighs against it. "Can you go?"

"Oh, yeah, of course. Whatever you want." Jin smiles sympathetically at him, leaning in to gingerly kiss his forehead. "I'm just out in the living room if you need me, okay?"

No reply. Not wanting to disobey him, Seokjin gets up and leaves, shutting the door gently behind him. Hoseok's staring at him when he gets back to the living room, clearly wanting to know how it went, yet he shakes his head and sinks into the couch with a sigh.