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 .
If you have requests , just text me and I'll write them as chapter .
My English isn't the best but I'll try to m...
This story includes trigger warnings like overdose , withdrawal , morphine .
Guys give me some requests , im running out of ideas UnU
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The stage lights blazed down on Jungkook, illuminating his every move as he danced with fierce precision. The crowd roared, a sea of ARMYs holding up banners, chanting his name. It was a dream come true—a whirlwind of fame, success, and adoration. Yet beneath the surface of the glittering world, Jungkook grappled with an unseen weight.
As the final notes of the concert faded, he felt the adrenaline rush begin to wear off, replaced by an overwhelming fatigue. He loved performing, but the relentless schedule of tours, interviews, and practice sessions was taking a toll. When the cheers died down and the crowd dispersed, he was left with a hollow ache in his chest.
Backstage, his bandmates were buzzing with energy, high on the adrenaline of a successful show. But Jungkook found it hard to join in their celebrations. The exhaustion pressed heavily on him, and he slipped away to find some quiet.
In a small room filled with equipment, he sat on the floor, leaning against a wall. His mind raced, filled with thoughts of expectations—of being the golden maknae, the one who could do it all. But that pressure was suffocating. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through messages from his family, friends, and fans, each one filled with love and support. But all he felt was isolation.
It was in one of those late-night conversations with his manager that the topic of pain relief came up. Jungkook had been vocal about his struggles with anxiety and the physical toll of performing. His manager suggested seeking medical help for his lingering discomfort, a notion that felt appealing in that moment of vulnerability.
After visiting a doctor, Jungkook was prescribed morphine to manage his pain. He was apprehensive but also desperate for relief. The first time he used it, he felt a rush of warmth envelop him, easing the tension that had knotted his shoulders for weeks. It was a fleeting escape, one that felt almost magical.
When he first took the medication, it felt like a blessing. The pain that had been a constant companion suddenly faded into the background. For the first time in weeks, he felt free—free from the physical limitations, free from the weight of expectations. The euphoria wrapped around him like a warm blanket, making him forget about the pressures of his life as a star.
But as days turned into weeks, the dosage increased. What started as a necessary medication soon became a crutch. He was trapped in a cycle of reliance, and he didn't even realize it. Jungkook pushed himself through rehearsals, performances, and interviews, all while chasing that elusive high that dulled his pain and elevated his spirit.
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One evening, after a particularly taxing rehearsal, Jungkook found himself alone in his apartment. The silence was deafening, amplifying the doubts and fears that clouded his mind. He glanced at the vial on the table, its promise of relief calling to him. He hesitated but ultimately gave in. As he took the dose, a wave of warmth flooded through him, quieting the noise in his head.
