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 mention of suicide ! (short chap)
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Jungkook and Taehyung's bond was unlike anything else in BTS. Over the years, the fans noticed it, the bandmates noticed it, and even people outside their circle couldn't help but see the connection between the two. It was deeper than friendship, closer than family; it was a brotherhood forged in laughter, long nights, and mutual understanding.
Among the countless memories and inside jokes they shared, one particular ritual became their signature: the "I love you more" game. It started innocently one night when they were still trainees, both exhausted from a day of hard practice. Taehyung had looked over at Jungkook, eyes soft with fatigue but filled with genuine affection.
"I love you," Taehyung had said, almost without thinking.
Jungkook's eyes sparkled as he smirked, replying in his cheeky, competitive way, "I love you more."
Taehyung had laughed, surprised by the playful challenge, and fired back, "No, I love *you* more." And so it began. They each insisted on loving the other more, claiming their affection was deeper, truer, stronger. It was funny at first, but as time went on, it became their little game, a quiet expression of something beyond words. No matter how rough their day had been or how exhausted they felt, the "I love you more" game always found a way to lighten the mood.
As they grew older, the game took on a new, deeper meaning. Whenever one of them felt down, the other would jump in, almost as if to remind them, "Hey, I'm here. You're not alone." And for years, it worked. Or so Taehyung thought.
Behind Jungkook's sparkling smile, there was a darkness he kept hidden from everyone, including Taehyung. From the outside, he was the golden maknae — talented, kind, and driven. But inside, he wrestled with memories of a painful childhood, moments he rarely spoke about, not even to the members. Loneliness and self-doubt were shadows that haunted him, growing heavier over time despite his attempts to ignore them. It wasn't that he didn't want to share his pain; he just didn't know how.
One night, after a particularly grueling rehearsal, Taehyung and Jungkook were the last ones in the studio. The others had gone back to the dorms, too tired to keep up with their intense practice schedule. Taehyung noticed Jungkook sitting on the floor, head resting on his knees, eyes closed. The weight of exhaustion was visible in the slump of his shoulders, but there was something more — something that tugged at Taehyung's heart.
"Hey, Kook?" Taehyung said softly, sitting down beside him. "You okay?"
Jungkook lifted his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, just tired."
Taehyung wasn't convinced. "Come on, let's go home. You know, we've got a long day tomorrow too. You need rest."
Jungkook nodded, and they got up together. As they walked back to the dorm, Taehyung decided to play their game, just to see if it would bring back that familiar light in Jungkook's eyes.
"I love you," he said casually, nudging Jungkook with his elbow.
Jungkook glanced at him, his smile soft but fleeting. "I love you more," he replied, but this time, his voice lacked the usual mischief. It was almost as if he was saying it out of habit, a line he knew he had to deliver but didn't quite believe.
Taehyung's chest tightened, but he tried to brush it off. Maybe Jungkook was just tired, he thought. But the nagging feeling persisted. In the days that followed, Taehyung couldn't shake the worry gnawing at him. Jungkook was spending more time alone, withdrawing from their usual activities, skipping meals, and zoning out during conversations. The other members noticed too. Namjoon tried talking to him, Jimin kept a close eye on him, and Yoongi even took him aside to have a quiet chat. But Jungkook reassured them all, saying he was fine, that he was just under a lot of pressure.
Then, one night, it happened.
The group had finished their last performance on a world tour, and emotions were high. They were all elated but exhausted, relieved to be heading home for some much-needed rest. Everyone was celebrating, laughing, and sharing memories of their favorite tour moments, but Jungkook had slipped away quietly.
Taehyung noticed his absence after a while and went to find him, sensing something was wrong. He searched everywhere — the dressing rooms, the corridors, the empty stage — but Jungkook was nowhere to be found. Panic began to bubble up in his chest, a feeling he couldn't explain but couldn't ignore. He called the other members, and they joined him in the search, worry casting a shadow over their excitement.
But by the time he reached him, it was too late. The light in Jungkook's eyes had dimmed, and the weight he had carried for so long had finally taken its toll.
The world felt frozen in that moment, grief crashing over Taehyung in waves. All he could do was hold onto his friend and whisper, "I love you... I love you more," over and over, hoping somehow Jungkook could hear him, that somewhere in the quiet of his heart, he'd understand that Taehyung had meant it all along.
The days that followed were a blur. BTS as a group fell silent, each of them mourning in their own way, struggling to understand how someone so full of life could leave so suddenly. Taehyung was inconsolable. He couldn't shake the memory of their last exchange, the way Jungkook had said, "I love you more," in that soft, sad voice. It echoed in his mind, haunting him, and he couldn't escape the guilt gnawing at him. He kept replaying their moments together, wondering if he had missed the signs, if he could have done something more.
Late one night, alone in his room, Taehyung found himself whispering to the empty space beside him, "I love you, Jungkook." His voice trembled as he choked on the words. "I love you more." And in that quiet darkness, he allowed himself to cry, releasing the grief he had been holding onto, the sorrow that had settled deep within him.
The other members tried to comfort him, but they too were struggling. Each of them had their own memories, their own regrets, their own "what ifs" that haunted them. They had all loved Jungkook in their own way, but Taehyung's pain seemed deeper, rawer, as if part of his own heart had been torn away.
In time, though, Taehyung found a sense of purpose in his grief. He knew that Jungkook had struggled in silence, that he had carried a burden he felt he couldn't share. So Taehyung began to speak more openly about mental health, about the importance of reaching out, of talking about the things that hurt. He wanted to honor Jungkook's memory, to make sure that no one else felt like they had to face their darkness alone.
At concerts, he would look out into the crowd, feeling Jungkook's presence beside him, his spirit woven into the music, the lyrics, the rhythm of every song. The "I love you more" game became more than a game; it became a way for Taehyung to keep Jungkook's memory alive, to remind himself and others that love was more powerful than any struggle, any pain.
Over time, the sharp sting of loss softened, replaced by a bittersweet warmth. Taehyung could still feel Jungkook's presence with him, like a soft whisper in the quiet moments. And every time he felt that familiar ache in his chest, he would close his eyes and say softly, "I love you more," knowing that, in some way, Jungkook had heard him.
In the end, maybe Jungkook had won their game. He had left, but he had left knowing that he was deeply, irrevocably loved. And Taehyung found peace in that small victory, a reminder that even in the darkest times, love remains.
But hey , at least we found out who won the 'I love you more' game.
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Final Reflection:
This story, while fictional, serves as a powerful reminder of the importance of being there for one another. Mental health struggles are real, and often, those who seem the strongest may be carrying the heaviest burdens. It's essential to reach out, to listen, and to let people know that they are loved. If you or someone you know is struggling, remember that help is available, and reaching out can be the first step to healing.
