Jungkook Hurtfics / BTS

Addict pt.2

short Pt.2 of addict , same trigger warnings as chapter before + Overdose .

The weeks that followed Jungkook's initial withdrawal were a test of endurance and resilience. The members maintained a vigilant watch over him, ensuring he was never alone, supporting him through every painful step of his recovery. Slowly, Jungkook began to find moments of clarity and peace amidst the chaos.

However, addiction is a relentless beast, and Jungkook's battle was far from over. Late one night, as the members finally allowed themselves to sleep, exhausted from the constant vigilance, Jungkook found himself alone with his thoughts. The silence was deafening, and the cravings, which had never truly left, surged back with a vengeance.

His body ached, and his mind was a storm of anxiety and longing. He felt the familiar pull, the dark whisper promising relief from the relentless torment. Trembling, Jungkook fought against the urge, tears streaming down his face as he clutched at his pillow, desperate to resist. But the temptation was overpowering.

With a sense of dread and defeat, he quietly slipped out of his room and retrieved a hidden stash he had kept as a last resort. His hands shook as he prepared the drugs, the familiar ritual bringing a sickening mix of shame and anticipation. He felt like he was in a trance, the demons of addiction guiding his every move.

As the drugs coursed through his veins, Jungkook felt an immediate sense of relief. The pain, the anxiety, the overwhelming cravings – they all faded into a blissful numbness. He slumped back against the wall, his mind floating in a haze. But this temporary escape came with a heavy price, and deep down, he knew it.

Morning came, and the members woke one by one, ready to face another day together. Namjoon was the first to notice something was off. Jungkook's room was empty, his bed untouched. A cold sense of dread settled in Namjoon's stomach as he called out for the others.

"Guys, something's wrong. Jungkook's not here."

The panic spread quickly as the members searched the apartment, their hearts pounding with fear. It was Jimin who found him, slumped against the wall in the bathroom, the remnants of his relapse scattered around him.

"Jungkook!" Jimin's voice was a mixture of horror and heartbreak as he rushed to his side, shaking him gently. "Wake up, please."

The others gathered around, their expressions a mirror of Jimin's despair. Namjoon knelt down, his hand gently touching Jungkook's face. "Jungkook, why?" he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.

Jungkook stirred, his eyes fluttering open. The haze of the drugs still clouded his mind, but the sight of his brothers' devastated faces cut through the fog. Guilt and shame washed over him as he realized the full extent of his actions.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice weak and slurred. "I tried... I really tried."

Namjoon pulled him into a tight embrace, his own tears falling freely. "We know, Jungkook. We know you did. But we're not giving up on you. We'll get through this, together."

The members surrounded Jungkook, their expressions a mix of pain, determination, and love. They knew the road ahead would be even harder now, the trust they had painstakingly built shaken but not broken. The battle was far from over, and the demons of addiction still loomed large.

As they held each other in the dim light of the morning, the gravity of the situation settled over them like a heavy shroud. They had faced so much together, but this was a fight unlike any they had ever encountered. The path to recovery was uncertain, fraught with challenges and setbacks.