Jungkook Hurtfics / BTS

Tattoos and Piercings

This story includes trigger warnings like mention of SH 

Jeon Jungkook strutted through the hallways of Seonghwa High, an enigmatic figure draped in black. His long, dark hair framed a face adorned with multiple piercings, and tattoos snaked their way across his arms, chest, and neck. His presence was a paradox: a bad boy with a pure heart. Despite his intimidating appearance, those who dared to look deeper found kindness and vulnerability.

Jungkook's closest friends—Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung—completed his circle, a tight-knit group bound by loyalty and understanding. Each of them had their quirks and secrets, but none quite as hidden as Jungkook's.

To the outside world, Jungkook's tattoos were mere acts of rebellion, his piercings a statement of individuality. In truth, they served a darker purpose. Beneath the ink lay scars, remnants of battles fought against himself. The tattoos masked the evidence, turning pain into art. The piercings provided a fleeting sting, a temporary relief from the ache inside.

One afternoon, the group gathered at their usual spot behind the old gym, a place where they could be themselves without judgment. Jungkook leaned against the wall, his sleeves rolled up, revealing intricate designs that twisted and turned, each telling a story only he understood.

"Jungkook, you ever gonna tell us the story behind all that ink?" Jimin teased, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Jungkook shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. "Maybe one day," he replied, deflecting as he always did.

Namjoon, the group's unspoken leader, studied Jungkook with a keen eye. He sensed something was off, a subtle shift in the air around his friend. "You good, man?" he asked, his voice gentle yet probing.

Jungkook nodded, but his mind was a whirlwind. Lately, the tattoos and piercings weren't enough. The pain they brought was fleeting, the release too brief. An old, familiar craving gnawed at him, whispering dark promises. He fought against it, clinging to the hope that he could manage on his own.

As the afternoon wore on, laughter echoed through the empty grounds. Stories were shared, jokes were made, and for a moment, Jungkook's burden felt lighter. But as the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the field, a wave of despair crashed over him.

Without warning, tears welled up in Jungkook's eyes, spilling down his cheeks. He tried to hide them, to blink them away, but it was no use. The sobs came, raw and unbidden. His friends fell silent, their laughter dying on their lips.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung's voice was soft, filled with concern.

Jungkook couldn't speak, couldn't explain the turmoil raging within him. His hands trembled as he wiped at his tears, but they kept coming, each one a silent scream for help.

Jin reached out, placing a hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. Whatever it is, we're here for you."

But Jungkook shook his head, unable to voice the darkness inside. The urge to pick up the blade again was overwhelming, a siren call he couldn't ignore. He craved the old, familiar pain, the only thing that had ever felt real.

His friends closed in, forming a protective circle around him. They didn't understand, couldn't know the depths of his struggle, but their presence was a balm, a reminder that he wasn't alone.

Jungkook cried until he had no more tears, until the sobs subsided into shuddering breaths. He felt drained, empty, yet oddly lighter. His friends didn't push for answers, didn't demand explanations. They simply stayed with him, offering silent support.

As the last rays of sunlight faded, Jungkook looked at his friends through red-rimmed eyes. He knew he had to find a way to tell them, to let them in on his secret. But for now, their unwavering presence was enough.