BTS 8th member ✔️

Love Yourself London

Before Anpanman I took Jungkook's first position to shake Taehyung's shirt, I felt really bad for taking his position, I honestly didn't want to, but the everyone else thought it was best. I wanted to check on Jungkook so I looked back to see his back turned, which confused me, I held Taehyung's shirt a bit too long as Jimin ran passed me, I connected the situation and instantly let go of Taehyung's shirt as I ran to where Jungkook sat, turned away from the crowd.

Jimin tried to calm him down as he looked at me sadly, I returned the emotion back as Jimin rubbed his back, I guess Jungkook noticed I appeared as his hand gripped my white shirt and pulled me, stretching the shirt as my body forced itself to softly collide with Jungkook as he hugged me while still sitting in his seat, his face crashed into my rib area as I felt his tears wet my shirt, I felt so bad my heart started to physically hurt, his arms wrapped around my waist tightly as my hands combed through his hair, I felt awful for the maknae.

Jimin looked me and went near my ear as Jungkook continued to cry.

"Should I go?" He asked concerned, I looked between the two younger men and shrugged my shoulders, my hands never leaving the strands of Jungkook's hair as I tried my best to comfort him, his hands gripped my shirt tightly.

"If you want to, it's ok." I told him, he nodded as he looked towards Jungkook in sadness as he rubbed his back again as a sort of comfort and started to jog near the rest of the boys to finish the rest of Anpanman.

Jungkook's grip never loosened as I tried to bend down to see his face, his grip instantly decreased as he realized I was trying to talk to him, but he turned away, I grabbed his left knee and pushed him back to face me.

"Hey, look at me." I said calmly which was hard since Anpanman was still playing in the background. His red eyes looked at me, his cheeks red and wet from the tears.

"I know it's hard, but this is the only way you can recover fast enough." I said as I used my thumbs to wipe away the tears from his eyes and cheeks, my chest started to ache seeing the poor maknae in pain, seeing Jungkook sad brought all of us pain.

"I failed them."

" you did not fail them." I responded sternly as more tears fell from his eyes, dropping onto his pants.

"I get it that you think this is your fault, it's not Kookie, you wanted to make this show the best and it got the better of you." I told him as he looked away, I stood up and he quickly and instinctively pulled me to him again, returning to the original position we were in the first place, I sighed deeply as one tear fell down my cheek.

"Please stay." I heard a muffled voice say as I felt the vibrations from where his face was.

"I won't leave you like this." I told him as his face went up to me and I wiped away his tears, I sadly smiled at him as he returned the smile softly.

Jimin must have felt bad for leaving because he soon returned after and started to dance next to him, I danced with Jimin as I moved Jungkook's arms playfully to make him dance, his small bunny smile softly showing, but soon left as his lips went back to a straight, neutral emotion .

As we were transitioning to the next song Jungkook grabbed my forearm and pulled me down so my head was near his face.

"I wanted to do my dance, but the crew backstage told me not to do it since it would further injure my heel." He whispered to my ear as I looked down sadly, I looked at him as my hand went to his cheek, my thumb swiping away the tears.

"You're going to get better soon I swear." I told him and smiled as he nodded turned to the crowd and waved a hand as his small bunny smile appeared again.

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As the concert was coming to close I helped Jungkook stand up from his seat, a crew member quickly brought the chair to where the rest of the boys were as I helped Jungkook bring him there.

When we arrived I brought him to the chair and as I was about to move to my spot on the other side of Namjoon, a tight grip stopped me, my shirt stretched as I looked behind me and saw a sad Jungkook, his eyes telling me 'don't leave', I softly smiled as I stood by him, but his hand pulled me closer to him, my hip collided with the chair as his fingers gripped on the back of my shirt, he used some excess fabric to loop his pointer finger on the back belt loop of my jeans, holding onto me as tight as possible, scared that the member he felt was closest to emotionally was going to drift away by gravity, he was scared I was gonna leave and never come back and that was the last thing he wanted at the moment of his recovery.

The crowd of ARMY's started to chant Jungkook's name and he started to tear up and cry, he crouched towards his thighs as he cried, all the members instinctively went to him and tried their best to comfort him as I rubbed where his shoulder blades were, occasionally my hands would go up where his hair was and lightly and softly run my fingers through his hair, hoping it would calm him down.

I felt bad for him, he works so hard...

"It's not your fault Kookie."

"It's never your fault... it's the stupid furniture."