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 self harm , suicide thoughts/attempt , depressions , mention of child abuse , other criminal stuff .
Requested by : @Levi25aot
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Jungkook sat alone on the rooftop, his legs dangling over the ledge, the city lights spread out before him like a sea of stars. From a distance, he seemed like any other young man enjoying a quiet moment of reflection, but in truth, the boy behind those brown eyes was crumbling. The night sky blurred, distorted by the tears welling in his eyes as memories long buried surfaced once again.
It had been years since he thought of his past, years since the scars of his childhood felt so fresh. But now, the edges of those wounds were ripping open again, each one more painful than the last. Jungkook gripped the edge of the rooftop, knuckles turning white as he wrestled with the thoughts flooding his mind.
He had made it out, hadn't he? He had escaped the darkness. But somehow, the shadows had followed him.
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Jungkook wasn't always the beloved idol the world knew him as today. His childhood had been the stuff of nightmares—a blur of harsh words, fists, and nights where he cried himself to sleep wondering what he had done to deserve the cruelty of his parents.
His father was a man of rage, a man whose love came in the form of bruises and harsh words. His mother, too weak or too afraid, never intervened. The abuse became his reality, and soon, Jungkook forgot what kindness felt like. He forgot what it was to be cared for, to be loved.
By the time he turned twelve, he had already become numb to the pain. But one night, after yet another violent outburst from his father, something inside him snapped. He couldn't take it anymore. He fled, leaving everything behind. No clothes, no food, no money. Just a broken boy lost in the streets of a world that didn't seem to care.
For weeks, he lived like that—wandering, scavenging, and praying that no one would notice him. Until they did.
The first time he saw the gang, he thought they would be the end of him. They were a group of men much older than him, hardened by the streets. They were dangerous, infamous, and feared. But instead of hurting him, they took him in. The leaders of the gang—Hyun, Min, and Jisoo—saw something in him. Maybe it was his brokenness, or maybe they were reminded of themselves in the boy who had lost everything. They fed him, gave him shelter, and for the first time in his life, Jungkook felt safe.
It wasn't the kind of family most people dream of, but it was all he had.
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Years passed, and Jungkook became one of them. The gang taught him everything—how to fight, how to survive, how to shield his heart from the world's cruelty. Under their guidance, he became strong, skilled in combat, and more importantly, someone others began to fear. But despite the power he wielded in the gang, his heart longed for something more. The one thing that had always been his escape—music.
