Jungkook Hurtfics / BTS

Addict

This story includes trigger warnings like drugs , heroin , syringe , mention of other drugs , withdrawal 

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Jungkook stood backstage, his heart pounding as the final notes of the concert reverberated through the stadium. The deafening cheers of the fans felt both exhilarating and suffocating. He forced a smile, waving to the sea of adoring faces, but inside, he was unraveling.

For the past year, Jungkook had harbored a secret that gnawed at him relentlessly. It had started innocently enough, a way to cope with the overwhelming pressure and expectations placed upon him. But the occasional use of drugs had spiraled into a full-blown addiction. Heroin, cocaine, pills – the list grew longer as his need for an escape intensified.

No one in BTS knew. He had become a master of disguise, hiding his turmoil behind a façade of perfect performances and radiant smiles. The members were his brothers, his family, and the thought of them finding out filled him with dread. They had their own struggles, their own battles, and he couldn't bear to burden them with his.

After the concert, Jungkook retreated to his dressing room, locking the door behind him. He slumped against the wall, the weight of his secret pressing down on him. His hands trembled as he reached for the small stash hidden in his bag. The familiar ritual of preparing the drugs brought a twisted sense of comfort.

As the needle pierced his skin, a rush of relief washed over him. The world blurred, the edges softening as the drugs took hold. For a brief moment, the noise in his head quieted, and he could breathe again. But the relief was always fleeting, leaving behind a deeper emptiness that no high could ever fill.

Days turned into weeks, and Jungkook's double life continued. He attended rehearsals, filmed music videos, and smiled for the cameras, all while battling the demons that threatened to consume him. The other members noticed the changes – the exhaustion in his eyes, the moments of distant silence – but he deflected their concerns with practiced ease.

"Just tired," he would say with a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine."

One night, after a particularly grueling schedule, Jungkook found himself alone in his apartment. The silence was deafening, amplifying the ache in his chest. He reached for his phone, his fingers hovering over the contact list. He wanted to call Namjoon, to hear his leader's calm, steady voice. But the fear of rejection, of disappointment, held him back.

Instead, he sank onto the floor, tears streaming down his face. He was trapped in a cycle he couldn't break, and the weight of his secret felt unbearable. But he couldn't let go, not when he had to be strong for everyone else.

The next day, Jungkook arrived at the practice studio, his mask firmly in place. The members greeted him with their usual warmth, their laughter a balm to his weary soul. As they rehearsed, he felt a flicker of hope, a reminder of the bond they shared. For a few hours, he could forget his pain and lose himself in the music.

But as night fell, the darkness returned, and with it, the unrelenting urge to escape. Jungkook knew he was on a dangerous path, one that could destroy everything he had worked for. But the fear of being exposed, of losing the love and respect of his brothers, kept him silent.

And so, he continued to walk the tightrope, balancing between the world of light and the abyss of his addiction. He vowed to keep his secret, to protect those he loved from the truth. It was a burden he chose to bear alone, a sacrifice he made out of love and fear.