[1] : Thoughts

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Jeon Jungkook, a failure.

The words kept repeating themselves in Jungkook's head, like a whisper in his mind.

He thought more and more about them, but they can't right. Right?

The maknae couldn't be any of those things, but the more he told himself, the more believable they sounded resonating in the core of his mind.

Jungkook wondered if everyone would be better off without him...they would probaly be more happier without him being constantly hyper.

The never-give-up, hyperactive, always smiling bunny.

But that was it.

The hyperness and smile was just a disguise he put on for his so called "friends."

It's the best way to hide pain, he tells himself.

Jungkook bolted straight up, having realized he's been lying there awake for a good 10 minutes now.

He gasped for breath and clawed at his throat, which seemed to not be taking any air in.

After regaining a steady breathing pattern, the hazy eyed male walked over and stared emotionless at the window to find that it was dark and gloomy outside.

His alarm clock read 6:45 a.m.

Jungkook knew there was still time left to sleep, but something inside told him to stay awake.

Maybe he could go get a snack, possibly some cup noodle soup.

But then he remembered how the other members joked about his overeating.

Maybe he could make a change.

6:48 ... Today was the day they planned for the next concert.

The maknae collected himself and urgently prepared for the day, as they were meeting at 8 a.m.

He quietly tiptoed through the dorm to the restroom, making sure to not wake up Yoongi.

Jungkook opened the door and walked over to the sink.

Plastered on the wall was a chart Bighit had put up a few years ago so Jungkook could record his height and weight, so he could be reminded of the adapt weight limit.

"Do I still use this?" He whispered to himself, and gradually grew curious.

The last entry was from a year ago, which read 145 lbs. Since then, the row remained empty and uncharted.

Jungkook looked down at his body. Maybe he needed to cut off some food, maybe a diet. Maybe Namjoon will congratulate him for sticking to it!

After a few minutes, he was out and ready.

"See you guys later..."

And with that he left walking to the practice room for a headstart.

[Later]

Jungkook practiced a bit early, but the staff was still walking around, mentally preparing themselves for the day.

He was actually happy about sharing his ideas to help out the members.

One by one, they arrived at the door and stepped inside.

His enthusiasm growed before slowly fading away.

He mindlessly dug around his jacket pocket and found a small portion of an uneaten Korean candy bar.

"Haha, Kookie! I knew you would be eating on your way here!"

"So much sugar will give you a heart attack."

"It's okay if you want to go get some more."

He didn't know who said what, but regardless Jungkook paused his music and sat down with Taehyung.

The only person he actually likes.

Well, Jimin too, but that's different. They goofed around until everyone finally calmed down and began talking amongst each other.

 They goofed around until everyone finally calmed down and began talking amongst each other

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