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 started as a single restless night, a harmless fluke. After a long day of practice, interviews, and preparation for their upcoming album, Jungkook lay in bed, expecting the usual drop into deep, dreamless sleep. But his body refused him that mercy. His eyes stayed wide open, staring up at the ceiling as minutes crawled into hours. He tossed and turned, replaying the events of the day in his mind, his thoughts looping like a song stuck on repeat.
By morning, he felt strange but figured he'd shake it off. Lack of sleep was just part of the job, he told himself. They all had their hard nights, and he was used to exhaustion. But as the days turned into weeks, and then months, he realized this wasn't the same. This was different. It wasn't just one bad night; it was the beginning of a seemingly endless, unrelenting struggle.
As insomnia gripped him tighter, Jungkook's life began to shift in unsettling ways. His mornings started with heavy eyes and the bitter taste of sleep deprivation. Every sunrise brought a kind of dread he'd never known before, a sense of helplessness that he couldn't shake. When he looked in the mirror, he barely recognized the person staring back—pale skin, shadows darkening his eyes, and a tiredness that went beyond the physical.
Insomnia transformed simple daily routines into exhausting tasks. His mornings, once full of energy and eagerness, turned sluggish. Brushing his teeth felt like a chore, his hands moving slowly, almost mechanically. He struggled to get through breakfast, and even the smell of food made his stomach turn. He'd push his plate away, barely touched, knowing he needed to eat but unable to stomach anything.
And then there was practice. He would walk into the studio, determined to push through the fatigue, but the music, once his sanctuary, now felt overwhelming. The beats that once fueled his passion became loud and jarring, the movements that had always come naturally felt awkward and forced. His mind was slow, his limbs unresponsive. The routines that used to exhilarate him now drained him, leaving him stumbling and out of breath, his face flushed with embarrassment and frustration.
The other members noticed, of course. Taehyung would shoot him worried glances, Namjoon's brow would furrow as he watched Jungkook struggle through yet another practice session. Jimin would try to cheer him up with playful jabs, but even he couldn't hide the concern in his eyes. Jungkook appreciated their kindness, but it only made him feel worse. He hated feeling like a burden, like he was slowing them down. They had enough on their shoulders without him dragging them down.
When they'd finally head home for the night, Jungkook would feel a flicker of hope. Maybe tonight, he'd fall asleep. Maybe tonight, his body would finally give in. But as soon as he lay down, the familiar restlessness would return. His mind would come alive in the darkness, thoughts racing, worries piling up. He'd stare at the ceiling, the hours slipping away as he waited for a sleep that never came.
Soon, his insomnia began to affect his relationships with the members. He started to withdraw, pulling away from the close bond they shared. He was exhausted, irritable, prone to snapping over the smallest things. He'd see the hurt in Jimin's eyes when he brushed off his attempts to talk, the worry in Namjoon's voice when he asked if everything was okay. But he didn't know how to explain it, didn't know how to put into words the loneliness, the frustration, the endless, relentless fatigue.
