Jungkook Hurtfics / BTS

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This story includes trigger warnings like death of loved one . (short chap)

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The dorm was quiet that afternoon, an unusual lull between their relentless schedules. The members had scattered around, each finding pockets of solace after weeks of practice, concerts, and fan meets. Jungkook sat by the window in the living room, a cup of tea in his hand, watching the rain drizzle against the glass. He felt a comforting numbness, his mind finally catching a breath after the whirlwind of activity.

Then, his phone buzzed. Just another message, he thought—probably from one of the members about dinner plans or a message from his family back home. But as he picked up his phone, he noticed it was a call, and not from a familiar contact. Curiosity piqued, he hesitated, but something in his gut told him to answer.

The voice on the other end was shaky, each word laced with an underlying weight that Jungkook could feel even through the static. He couldn't process the words immediately. "He's...gone, Jungkook," the voice kept saying, as though repeating it could somehow make it less surreal, less tragic. "I'm so sorry. I thought you should know first."

The words didn't make sense. His best friend—his laughter, his confidant, the person he turned to whenever the world felt too heavy or too loud—was gone.

At first, Jungkook didn't respond. He sat still, gripping the phone so hard his knuckles turned white. The silence stretched on for what felt like hours, broken only by the faint sound of his own shallow breaths. Then, as though his body finally caught up to his mind, his grip loosened, and the phone slipped from his hand, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Jin, who had been passing by, noticed the phone on the ground and Jungkook's vacant stare. "Hey, Kook, you okay?" Jin's voice was soft, concerned.

Jungkook looked up, his eyes wide but unfocused. His lips moved as if trying to form words, but nothing came out. Finally, in a voice so hollow it barely sounded like him, he managed, "He's...gone." The words echoed in his mind, replaying over and over, shattering any semblance of normalcy he clung to.

Jin's face dropped, realizing something was terribly wrong. He tried to pull Jungkook up, to bring him to the couch, but Jungkook resisted, his body rooted to the spot. He wasn't crying. He wasn't screaming. He just stood there, a lost child in a storm he didn't know how to weather.

One by one, the other members gathered, drawn by the quiet chaos unfolding in the living room. Namjoon's usual calm was missing, replaced by a silent panic as he exchanged glances with the others, unsure of what to do. Taehyung knelt beside Jungkook, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, but Jungkook flinched as though the touch burned.

"I...don't..." Jungkook started, his voice breaking. "It can't be...not him. He's always been...he's..." His voice trailed off, leaving him as an empty vessel, drained of everything he once was. The weight of reality was suffocating, a crushing blow that refused to let him breathe.

When the tears finally came, they weren't gentle or quiet. They erupted from him, breaking through the dam of disbelief and denial. His sobs were violent, wrenching out every ounce of strength he had left. He clutched at his chest as though he could somehow pull the pain out, but it only grew, overwhelming him until he was gasping for air.

Jimin moved closer, wrapping his arms around Jungkook, holding him as he shattered. But even in Jimin's embrace, Jungkook felt alone, as though no one could reach him in the chasm of grief that had opened up within him. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this helpless, this vulnerable, this broken.

He was their strong one, their golden maknae, the one who never seemed to falter. But now, here he was, crumbling before them, a reminder that even the strongest could be brought to their knees by loss.