He's just a friend|| Vkook

❤️‍🩹Chapter 24 ❤️‍🩹

Jessi has had enough, days and nights have passed, and the only thing Jungkook has done is stay in his room. It fucking hurt her, she knows what her baby brother is doing, and it makes her so mad that after countless times of convincing and begging him to see a therapist again, to seek help, he always says the exact thing.

"I'm fine. I don't need help." Jessi knows it's bullshit. He's not fine. Nowhere near fine, not even close. She knows it, her girlfriend knows it, his friends know it, and the boy who he's in love with knows it as well. Taehyung..... The boy Jungkook couldn't stop talking about for the past four years, the source of all his joy and sorrow.

Taehyung isn't the cause of Jungkook's problems, not the one who had him feel so self-conscious about his disorder or is the one who had him get into drugs. He will be the cause of Jungkook's wellbeing, not his sufferings.

That boy is the one who can save her little brother, she's his only hope, and everyone who's involved in Jungkook's life knows it's true.

Taehyung is the solution for his addiction.

But right now, Jessi is going to be the one who is going to snap some sense into Jungkook once and for all, and she doesn't care if it will upset him because she's tired of living like this, coming home to her brother isolating himself and getting High off of drugs.

This is not the life they are meant to live. Her brother is supposed to be healthy and happy and to be with the one he loves the most.

Jessi marches like an angry person up the stairs, stomping dramatically, making sure that Jungkook knows she's coming for him. She takes a deep breath, calms her nerves before opening the door to her brother's room.

Jungkook was lying on his bed, facing the wall, when Jessi came in. He didn't even turn to acknowledge his sister, didn't say a word, didn't say anything, and Jessi suddenly felt her blood run cold from the sight.

She felt sick to her stomach, mind replaying over and over the expression on Jungkook's face when she had seen him pass out, completely lifeless in her dream last night. Her nightmare of a dream. Jungkook sitting like that, looking so lifeless on that bed, reminded her of that dream.

"Jungkook.." Jessi said. Jungkook just grunted. Jessi gulped, stepping forward. "I-I want to talk to you, sweetheart," she said, and Jungkook grunted again.

"Well, that's too fucking bad," Jungkook said, his voice thick and raspy, "I don't feel like fucking talking, alright?"

Jessi felt nervous, scared, concerned about why her brother was speaking to her in such a cold way. Never had he spoken to her like this. This was new. A new that pissed Jessi off.

"Look, we need to talk Jungkook, and I'm serious right now. I can't keep ignoring this; you're going to—-"

"I SAID I DON'T FEEL LIKE FUCKING TALKING ABOUT IT BITCH!!" Jungkook snapped, getting up from the bed and heading towards the door. Jessi's entire face turned dark red with venom.

If Jungkook seriously thinks he can just call her such a disgusting name while yelling at her in such a vital way, then he had another thing coming for him.

"JUNGKOOK, SIT THE FUCK DOWN RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!" Jessi roared. Jungkook glared at her, and Jessi just glared right back at him, but then Jessi's face softened slightly when she saw how skinny, pale, and tired her brother looked. He looked very sick, and it made her want to reach out and just hold him in her arms. But she can't. He needs to be taught a lifelong lesson.

"Listen, sweetheart. I don't need you to talk, okay? I just need you to listen to me. So please listen to me, I beg you." Jungkook clenched his jaw and sat back down on the bed, sitting across from Jessi.