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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It was late, the sky outside painted with heavy clouds as if it, too, bore the weight of everything unsaid, everything left unhealed. Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed, the faint glow from his phone casting a cold light across his face. He felt as though he were underwater, like his heart had sunk somewhere so deep he couldn't retrieve it.
The city lights stretched out below him, Seoul's streets bustling even in the early hours. It was a cruel contrast to the emptiness he felt. He plugged in his headphones, scrolling through his music. One song pulled him in like a magnet—*Born to Die* by Lana Del Rey. He hadn't listened to it in years, but something about it felt appropriate. He hit play, letting the haunting melody fill his mind.
"Feet don't fail me now..."
The song echoed in his ears, her words almost mocking. He closed his eyes, letting himself drift into memories of happier days, simpler days—back when he was still figuring out who he was, when everything felt fresh and bright, and he was just a boy from Busan with big dreams.
But that had been before him.
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The first time Jungkook met Jiwon, it was raining, an uncommon downpour that seemed to wash the city clean. Jiwon was standing under a narrow awning, his hair plastered to his forehead, looking around as if he were lost. There was something gentle, almost delicate, about the way he held himself, and it was this that caught Jungkook's eye.
Jiwon smiled when he noticed Jungkook staring, and without thinking, Jungkook crossed the street to join him under the small shelter. They didn't speak at first; words seemed unnecessary. They just stood side by side, watching the rain fall, strangers sharing a quiet moment in the chaos of the city.
Eventually, Jiwon turned to him, eyes soft but curious. "Do you always walk in the rain like this?" he asked, his voice as warm and gentle as his smile.
Jungkook found himself laughing, surprised by his own ease. "Only on days like today," he replied, and for some reason, that was enough.
What began as a single shared moment evolved into friendship, though, for Jungkook, it quickly became something deeper. Jiwon was unlike anyone he'd ever met, and as time passed, Jungkook found himself thinking of him constantly, each interaction, each conversation pulling him further into Jiwon's quiet gravity.
He was everything Jungkook wasn't—calm, composed, unbothered by fame or pressure. Jiwon had a steady presence that grounded him, made him feel like he could breathe. For the first time in years, Jungkook felt seen, not as an idol or a celebrity but as himself, as just *Jungkook*.
And that terrified him.
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As Lana's voice filled his ears, Jungkook's mind slipped back to the night he'd realized just how deeply he'd fallen. They were sitting on Jiwon's small rooftop, bundled up against the chilly night air, gazing out over the city. Jiwon had brought out a worn blanket, wrapping it around both of them as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
