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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This story includes trigger warnings like Panic disorder ! + short chap sorry guys (1800 words)
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The rehearsal room was thick with the intensity of practice. The music pounded, sneakers squeaked against the floor, and beads of sweat dripped off every member as they worked tirelessly. BTS was no stranger to grueling hours; they had been in this room for what felt like forever, running the same routine again and again until every move was seamless.
But tonight, something felt different to Jungkook. There was a heaviness in the air that no amount of fanfare could dissipate. He had seen the signs—the way Namjoon moved just a little slower, his face more drawn. Jungkook kept an eye on him, his instincts sharp, a sense of dread tugging at him.
Then, suddenly, it happened. The music came to an abrupt stop, the echo of the final beat still ringing in the room. Namjoon had halted mid-move, his face flushed, eyes wide. He reached out, one hand on his chest, the other gripping his side, and his breathing came in sharp gasps.
Jungkook froze for only a split second, then sprang into action. He knew exactly what was happening—he had lived it himself more times than he cared to remember. The panic attack had wrapped itself around Namjoon, trapping him, suffocating him.
"Hyung," Jungkook called out, stepping closer, his voice calm despite the sudden burst of adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Hyung, look at me."
Namjoon's eyes were unfocused, darting around the room, and his breaths came in short, rapid bursts. His chest heaved as he struggled for air, his hands now trembling as they clawed at his shirt, desperate for relief. The other members stood back, concern etched across their faces, unsure of what to do.
Jungkook turned briefly, meeting their anxious gazes. "I've got this," he said, his voice steady. He stepped directly in front of Namjoon, blocking everything else from his view. "Hyung, I need you to look at me. Just me."
Namjoon's eyes flickered to Jungkook, still wide with panic, still lost.
Jungkook crouched down, bringing himself to Namjoon's eye level, speaking gently but firmly. "Listen to my voice, hyung. You're not alone, and you're safe. I need you to follow me, okay?"
Namjoon made a small noise, somewhere between a sob and a gasp, his breaths still erratic. Jungkook reached out, placing a firm but gentle hand on Namjoon's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. "Breathe with me, hyung. Just like this—watch me."
Jungkook took an exaggerated breath in, counting in his head to four as he inhaled. He held it for a moment, then released it slowly, counting to six. He repeated the process, his eyes never leaving Namjoon's, his own chest rising and falling with deliberate precision. Slowly, he saw Namjoon's gaze shift—less frantic, a hint of recognition emerging amidst the fear.
"That's it," Jungkook said softly, his voice almost drowned by the ragged sounds of Namjoon's breathing. "In through your nose, out through your mouth. You're safe, hyung. It's just us here."
