BTS: I Need Your Blood, Sweat, Tears

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    Jungkook woke up on a couch with a massive headache.

"Ah!" someone nearly screamed. His personal space was invaded by a face. "You're alive!" He furrowed his brows, trying to comprehend what they were even talking about.

What...were they talking about?

"What?" he asked, then tried to sit up. "Where am I?" The person stepped back. "What? Don't walk away, tell me what happened and who you are." The person turned around, and Jungkook balled his hand into a fist. "Hey!" he yelled. "Tell me what's happening!" The person, whoever they were, turned back around.

"Um...," they said, then stopped again. "Hold on." As the person left the room, Jungkook took the chance to look around. This was nowhere near what his house looked like. Had someone kidnapped him? Saved him? Tried to kill him?

"What?" a different, deeper voice said from out of view. "What do you mean, he's talking? Full sentences?" As the person said this, they revealed themselves. Bulky, a tall stature, almost a little frightening.

"Who are you?" Jungkook asked. The person held up their hand.

"Not important," they said, walking forward and kneeling to meet Jungkook's eye level. "You... I found you sitting in an alleyway. You were...bloody, bruised, practically dead. But you were still breathing, so I carried you here."

"What?" Jungkook asked. "Why didn't you take me to a hospital?" he moved, but winced at his leg. He leaned down and yanked the pant leg up, seeing a large gash in his calf, along with a multitude of other wounds. "Oh, my God. Did you do this to me?" The person held up their hands and moved back.

"I know it might be hard to believe, but...," the person sighed, "you did that to yourself." Jungkook was breathing hard, looking from the wound to the person.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

"My name's Na-" They cut themself off. "Uh... Namjoon." Jungkook simply stared as the person raised their eyebrows.

"Is that supposed to mean something?" he asked.

"It doesn't...ring a bell? Rap Monster? Yoongi, Jin, not even Hoseok?" Jungkook looked at him, bewildered.

"What do you mean, I did this to myself?" he asked, going back to the wound. "Why would I do this to myself?" Namjoon scratched his head, as though he was trying to figure how to explain it in a way Jungkook understood.

"Jungkook, you...," he began, but stopped again. "It's... I don't know. I just know that you must've done it."

"Well, clearly, I must not have, because I don't ever remember wanting to hurt myself. I don't have a death wish."

Jungkook moved again.

"Hey," the other person said. "It's Yoongi, remember?" Jungkook shook his head. "Well... There's some noodles if you want some." Yoongi held out a bowl to Jungkook, who took it eagerly. It felt as if he hadn't eaten in ages. That's when he caught sight of his arms and legs.

Had he always been this skinny?

"Thank you," he said to Yoongi. Yoongi nodded, a strange look on his face. Why did they think Jungkook was so odd? There was nothing wrong with him. "Hey, do you have a phone?" he ended up asking. Namjoon nodded and, without hesitation, handed it to Jungkook.

Quickly, Jungkook dialed a number and held the receiver to his ear.

"Hello?" he said when someone answered. "It's Jungkook, are you home?" He paused. "Oh, sorry, sorry, wrong number. My mistake." He hung up and looked down at the number he had dialed. It was correct, but it didn't work. Strange.