Lots of Jungkook hurt/sick one shots. There will be many many triggers and I will put every trigger at the beginning of the chapters .
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The lights of Seoul shone bright against the night sky, casting a shimmering glow over the city. In a luxurious high-rise apartment, the seven members of BTS were winding down after a long day of rehearsals and meetings. Laughter and the occasional burst of music filled the space as they shared stories and enjoyed a rare evening off.
Jungkook, the youngest of the group, was in high spirits, his energy infectious. He had always been the glue that held them together, his enthusiasm and optimism lifting everyone around him. Little did they know, a sinister shadow was about to be cast over their seemingly perfect world.
The BTS members had always had a complex relationship with their management team. While most of the managers were professional and caring, one individual had always seemed different—Manager Lee. His presence was often unsettling, his temper unpredictable. The members usually avoided him when they could, but for Jungkook, that fateful night offered no such escape.
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The BTS members had always had a complex relationship with their management team. While most of the managers were professional and caring, one individual had always seemed different—Manager Lee. His presence was often unsettling, his temper unpredictable. The members usually avoided him when they could, but for Jungkook, that fateful night offered no such escape.
It was late, and Jungkook had stayed behind at the practice studio to perfect a dance routine. The rest of the members had already left, trusting that their youngest would be safe in the familiar confines of their company building. The studio, usually a place of joy and creativity, was eerily quiet, the only sound the rhythmic thud of Jungkook's shoes against the wooden floor.
As Jungkook worked through the choreography, he didn't notice Manager Lee enter the studio. Lee's eyes were cold, his expression hard. He stood watching Jungkook for a moment, his presence unnoticed until he purposefully slammed the door shut. The loud bang echoed through the room, making Jungkook jump.
"Why are you still here?" Lee's voice was low, almost a growl.
Startled, Jungkook turned, wiping sweat from his brow. "I wanted to practice a bit more. I need to get this routine right."
Lee's eyes narrowed. "You think you're special, don't you? Staying late, working extra. You're just trying to outshine the others."
Jungkook frowned, confused by the hostility. "No, I just want us to do well. We all work hard."
Lee stepped closer, his demeanor growing more threatening. "You think I don't see what you're doing? Acting all perfect. Well, I'm sick of it."
Before Jungkook could respond, Lee's fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. Pain exploded in his face, the suddenness of the attack leaving him disoriented. He tried to scramble to his feet, but Lee was on him, kicking him viciously in the ribs.
