𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓓𝓐 | 𝗞𝗩 ✔ 🍁

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Jungkook stands, his body leaning heavily on one leg, the other wounded and hastily bandaged from the bullet wound. His face is a mask of barely contained fury, tension radiating from every muscle as he stares into the mirror by his nightstand. The reflection looking back at him is foreign, twisted by rage and pain, a far cry from the man he was just hours ago.

"Jungkook- he's gone," Yoongi’s voice cuts through the silence, the words laced with a sadness that only deepens the gaping wound in Jungkook’s chest.

Jungkook's breath hitches, his chest rising and falling rapidly as anger wells up inside him, threatening to consume him whole. His eyes narrow, the fury building with each passing second until it reaches a boiling point. With a guttural cry, he snaps, raising his fist and driving it into the mirror with all the strength he has left. The glass shatters under the force of the blow, shards slicing into his skin, but the pain is a welcome distraction—a physical manifestation of the anguish tearing him apart inside.

He doesn’t stop. He can’t. He punches the mirror again, and again, each impact sending fresh splinters of glass flying. Blood trickles down his hand, staining the shattered glass a deep crimson, but he’s oblivious to it, lost in the maelstrom of his own grief and anger.

His face is flushed, a deep red from the intensity of his emotions, his body trembling with the force of his rage. It’s as if the mirror is the only thing tethering him to the world, and by destroying it, he can somehow make sense of the chaos that has swallowed his life whole.

"Jungkook, stop! Stop- this isn’t the way. Please!" Yoongi’s voice breaks through the fog of rage, desperate and pleading as he crouches down beside Jungkook, who has collapsed onto his knees, glass crunching beneath him.

Jungkook’s breaths come in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as the last remnants of his strength leave him. His hands, now slick with blood, fall to his sides as his vision blurs with tears he’s fought so hard to hold back. But the dam breaks, and with it, Jungkook’s composure shatters.

A raw, agonized cry rips from his throat, echoing off the walls as he finally succumbs to the overwhelming pain. His body shakes with the force of his sobs, tears streaming down his face as he clutches at Yoongi, seeking some form of comfort in the only person who seems solid in this nightmare.

“I… I couldn’t s-save them… Yoongi… I-I’m a failure,” he chokes out between sobs, the words carrying the weight of his guilt and despair. He’s breaking down completely, the enormity of his loss too much to bear.

Yoongi holds him, wrapping his arms around Jungkook as he weeps, his own heart breaking at the sight of his friend in such agony. He’s never seen Jungkook like this—so utterly defeated, so consumed by grief. “It’s not your fault, Jungkook… we’ll find him… we will,” Yoongi whispers, his voice steady, trying to offer a lifeline in the storm.

“We need to be strong for Jimin… for Tae…”

As Jungkook continues to cry, Yoongi looks up, his gaze meeting Hoseok’s, who stands at the door, silent tears streaming down his face. The sight of Jungkook in this state, a man who had always been the epitome of strength and resilience, now reduced to a broken shell, is too much for any of them to bear.

“Get a first aid kit,” Yoongi says softly to Hoseok, nodding towards Jungkook’s bloodied hand. Hoseok nods, quickly leaving the room to fetch the supplies. They need to patch Jungkook up, but they all know that no bandage can heal the wounds that have been carved into his heart tonight.

The room falls into a heavy silence, the aftermath of the event settling like a dark cloud over them. What had started as a peaceful gathering had descended into chaos and bloodshed, leaving them all reeling from the shock. So many of Jungkook’s men are dead.