No Time To Heal [BTS J.Jk]

VII

Jeon Jungkook never ran faster. He was desperate to get away as fast and as far as possible.

The voice still lingered in his ears. The deep voice he heard in his dream. The very same voice he heard just some seconds ago.

It whispered in his ear. So soft and so faint. He wouldn't have heard it if he hadn't been completely alone at the same spot the figure stood.

It's following him, following him everywhere, chasing after him like a wild animal its prey and waiting until he was distracted and weak before it beats him up internally.

As soon as he opened the door to the outside world, he rushed to the car, opened the door and slammed it close as soon as he stepped into the car.

His group members looked at him curiously. You could tell that they were highly confused. Some even had the word "worry" written all over their faces.

But the maknae paid no attention to anything. He was too consumed in his own atrocious world to notice anything.

Nothing really mattered at that moment.

His usually tan skin turned sickly pale. Even paler than it already was, considering that he was still sick.

His lungs felt like they were on fire. He could barely breathe without sounding like he was about to suffocate on air.

His head was spinning and his thoughts were completely over the place.

The car started moving, but he didn't even notice.

With every second that passed, the members grew more worried over the silent Jungkook. That's how Jimin decided to carefully approach him.

He lightly tapped his dongsaengs shoulder, just like what Hobi did not too long ago.

Jungkook flinched slightly, being brought back to reality all of a sudden and having a bruise being tapped. But no one acknowledged it.

They really don't care about you.

They do.

„Yeah?"

„You alright? You are acting quiet off."

The younger only shook his head slightly. „Everything's alright. No need to worry."

As if they would anyway. Never did, never will.

They do worry about me though...

Why of all times did this voice decide to attack him right now, when they just had their comeback. And how did it even appear without any notice? Did something trigger it or what is going on?

Jimin looked hesitant, but he stayed quiet. Neither he nor the others wanted to put pressure on their maknae and seem like they worry too much.

Jungkook never liked them worrying about him anyway. So why make him angrier by worrying when he looked so stressed.

But little did they know that Jungkook needed exactly that. Now that he was drowning in all the loneliness and lack of the others' worry he didn't acknowledge throughout the years.

Everything was catching up to him at a rapid pace. A pace he couldn't deal with. A pace he couldn't outrun. A pace even Agust Ds rap couldn't compete against.

His mindset was floating in a small sphere filled with darkness, fighting against the invisible force and the hateful voice.

His mind just had to be louder than the voice.

He knew that his hyungs worry about him. They care about him. They wouldn't leave him to the loneliness. That's what his heart kept on telling him. But he felt quite the opposite.

He always stood, looking from afar. Taking in all the love, all the care, and all the adoration and worry his hyungs gave each other.

He could also have had all of that, but at the very beginning, he decided to stand on the sidelines. Lonely and left behind.

Before he could continue his thoughts, the car stopped and Sejin hyung opened the door for them to get out.

Jungkook slowly got out of the car. He carefully took some steps, paying attention to how he walked.

Walk straight. You better not sway, Jungkook.

He started walking to their practice room without looking back at the others. They were having fun talking anyway.

Who would even notice when you leave? Sway as much as you want. They won't care.

Shut up.

A frown formed and he walked a little bit faster, now also swaying slightly.

His steps echoed through the halls and he was thankful that no one was anywhere near him at the moment.

Faster than usual, he felt exhausted and his breathing fastened.

He felt like he was walking on glowing hot coal and sharp tiny needles which were violently burning and cutting his skin.

Finally, after what felt like centuries, he arrived at the practice room which was already accompanied by their dance teacher and some staff members.

The young Idol quickly rushed to a chair and sat down. He sighed when he touched the rough material of the chair.

He shut his eyes and tried to relax his muscles a bit. His head wouldn't stop throbbing and the voice wouldn't shut up either.

His whole body ached and he was sweating buckets even though they haven't even started practice yet.

He quickly opened his eyes when he felt something cold on his forehead.

A staff member had put a cool-pack on his head which made him realize that he was burning up. His whole face was red even though he was pale. It was also slightly warm in there.

In front of him were a water bottle, painkillers as well as some small snacks.

The maknae hadn't eaten yet. Too much in a rush and panic, he forgot about it completely and threw it to the back of his mind.

Jungkook looked around and caught some staff and their dance teacher glancing at him.

He flinched when he heard the sudden sound of something cracking right next to him.

His head snapped to his right and he let out a sigh of relief when he realized that it was only Hobeom hyung who was trying to open the bottle of painkillers.

When he did manage to open it, he got out two pills before closing the bottle and moving on to the water bottle.

Jungkook in the meanwhile just stared at his Manager hyung. Was he in pain? Did something happen?

But instead of taking the pills, Hobeom hyung handed them to Jungkook and put the now opened water bottle in his hand.

The maknae stared bewildered at the older who was just silently smiling at him.

„Seems like you got sick again and haven't healed yet. Make sure to take them, alright? We wouldn't want you to be in pain, would we?"

Jungkook didn't react. He only continued to stare at his manager.

Song Hobeom shook his head and ruffled Jungkooks hair before going to Mr. Son, their choreographer, to talk to him about Jungkook condition.

Jungkook couldn't hear what they were saying but he noticed all the worried glances the staff member kept on sending his way.

A small smile formed on his still ashen face.

He suddenly felt at ease and didn't even notice that the voice in his head got quieter with every passing second.