The Six Stages Of Grief {BTS fanfiction}

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"Jimin?" Jungkook's soft and gentle voice called out as he slowly and cautiously tip-toed into Jimin's room. Small sobs were the only response that Jungkook got. "Hey, can we talk?" Jungkook asked Jimin as stood in the doorway. Jimin slightly nodded in response.

Jungkook made his way to Jimin's bed, almost tripping a couple of times due to the mess of clothes and tissues that Jimin had not cleaned up. Jungkook sat on the end of the bed and began, "I know that losing all of them is really hard. It's hard for me too, but I really need you, okay? So, please try to get better?" 

"Jungkook, there is no 'getting better'. We just lost everything that we had. Who gets over that?" Jimin said coldly.

"Hyung, you're all that I have left. We didn't lose everything, we still have each other, don't we? We can do this. I know we can. Namjoon hyung will come home soon and we can all move on-" Jungkook was cut off by Jimin's outburst.

"I lost Yoongi! I practically let him kill himself! What do you mean move on? Namjoon isn't coming home, you realize that, right? It's been two weeks since he left! You can't be the 'poor maknae' anymore! Grow up." Jimin spat out and then buried himself back under the covers.

Jungkook had no retort and so he quietly got up and left the room. Jimin's words had hurt him, but he couldn't show that. Jungkook decided that Jimin just needed to be left alone, so Jungkook grabbed his coat and left.

It was cold and snowing and the wind didn't spare Jungkook, so his face was red and going numb and his hair was now pushed back. 

Jungkook's eyes sightly stung due to the bitter wind that dried out his eyes. He found himself wandering the unknown streets and dark paths that went through alleyways and then he found himself on the cliff that Taehyung jumped off of. The cliff was high off the ground and right below it were sharp rocks. Jungkook slowly walked to the very edge of the cliff, his hands in his coat pockets as he stared out into the city and darkening sky. Jungkook slowly sat down; letting his feet dangle off the edge of the cliff. 

It amazed Jungkook that Taehyung had been here. Right here. Not too long ago did Taehyung stand here until he let himself fall down on the rocks below. Jungkook thought about what it was like for Taehyung when he stood here. He imagined that Taehyung looked out to the city while he let himself truly see the beauty for the last time. He imagined that Taehyung smiled as he looked at the sun as it set. He imagined that Taehyung let the wind gently brush his hair back and let the sun set one last time. He imagined that Taehyung stood right where Jungkook was sitting and stared at the dark sky that loomed over the bright city and then he took one step and ended it all. He imagined that Taehyung was at peace as he closed his eyes and let himself fall and maybe Taehyung even felt as though he were flying for a second. Maybe Taehyung smiled a big rectangular smile and then he harshly hit the rocks. His body then bloody and disfigured. Never the same.

This led Jungkook to think about the other members and how Jimin felt right now. Jungkook imagined that Namjoon was on a train somewhere to nowhere. Maybe that's all Namjoon wanted. To get out of here. Jungkook though about Yoongi's last thoughts and imagined that he had let out an almost insane kind of laugh as the whole place was enveloped in the flames that he had summoned. Maybe it was a laugh of relief though. Maybe Yoongi just wanted to get out of here too. Maybe Hoseok had just felt that he belonged somewhere else too. Maybe Hoseok just wanted to relive all the good times once again. 

And maybe just maybe Jin was happy now. Maybe Jin was happy to be somewhere else too, even if he didn't intend for his friends to follow after. 

Then Jungkook had a gut feeling. A gut feeling of loneliness, but he wasn't alone. He still had Jimin. Or maybe he didn't. Maybe Jungkook lost them when he lost Jin. Maybe they were all already gone.