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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My English isn't the best but I'll try to m...
This story includes things like cancer , jungkook x female , just very sad...
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Jungkook sat alone in his dressing room, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His face was flawless, his hair perfectly styled, and his outfit immaculately chosen. The world saw him as a superstar, a member of BTS, the global phenomenon that had redefined music and culture. But beneath the surface, where the cameras couldn't reach, Jungkook was just a man—a man whose heart was breaking.
The beginning of their relationship felt like a lifetime ago, though it had only been a little over a year. He remembered the first time he saw Hana, on a rare day off when he was wandering through a small bookstore in Seoul. She was standing by a shelf, flipping through a book, unaware of the world around her. There was something about her that captivated him—her natural beauty, the way she seemed so absorbed in the moment, the simplicity of her presence. He had approached her, a casual conversation sparked by a shared interest in literature, and before he knew it, they were exchanging numbers.
Their first date was unlike any he had ever been on. There were no paparazzi, no fans, no managers hovering nearby. Just the two of them in a cozy café, talking for hours about everything and nothing. She was different from anyone he had ever known. She didn't care about his fame, didn't treat him like a celebrity. To her, he was just Jungkook, a man who loved music, books, and quiet moments.
As their relationship deepened, so did his love for her. She became his sanctuary, the place where he could be himself without fear of judgment. He would sneak away from the relentless demands of his career to be with her, finding solace in the warmth of her embrace. It was a secret world they had built together, one that was free from the pressures of his public life.
But that world was fragile, and it came crashing down when Hana was diagnosed with cancer. Jungkook had never felt so helpless. He was used to being in control, used to facing challenges head-on. But this was something he couldn't fight, couldn't fix with a song or a performance. The woman he loved was slipping away, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
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The day Hana told him about her illness was one he would never forget. She had been unusually quiet for days, her smiles more forced, her laughter tinged with something darker. He had sensed something was wrong, but he never imagined it would be something so devastating.
They were sitting in her living room, the evening sun casting long shadows across the floor. She was holding a piece of paper in her hand, her knuckles white from the grip. He could see the fear in her eyes, the way her body seemed to tremble with the weight of what she was about to say.
"Jungkook," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "I need to tell you something."
He moved closer, taking her hand in his. "What is it, Hana? You can tell me anything."
She looked down at the paper, then back at him, tears welling in her eyes. "I went to the doctor a few weeks ago. I've been feeling...off, and I thought it was just stress or something. But... it's not."
