BTS X Reader One-Shots

Jungkook

"(Y/n)? Who's (Y/n)?" You sit on an empty chair in the hallway, curled in a ball as you silently cried. You watched as a nurse exited your best friend's room. "She'll be like that for a while. I'd recomend you going to a family for a while, see if (F/n) gains her memory while she's alone." You give a silent nod, taking out your phone. "Thank you." You murmur. As the Nurse leaves, you begin to sob. You didn't want to leave your best friend alone. She wouldn't know what to do. But it's best for her to be alone for now. With a sigh, you stand up and leave to your shared apartment.
       You watch through the window as your plane takes flight. You were on your way back to Busan, in hopes to find your big brother there. You had texted him in advance, but he never answered back. You turn on your music and close your eyes for a little, listening to Euphoria. Jungkook is your bias, someone you'd like to meet sometime soon. You take out your lyrics journal and begin to write down your thoughts.
 
I didn't know what I got into
Somehow I can't go back
Even if I wanted to
So what more can I do?
Here in the end, it's me and you

I never wanted to play by all the rules
A knife at hand,
I'm playing the part of the fool
So here we go
You can judge me thoroughly
It's too late for apologies

Go ahead and just hit me since you're able
You know my determination is unstable
I'm not even mad because I keep on dying
But I don't even know why I'm trying
This isn't what I want
Its what I asked for
Curiosity over all my morals
I took away your perfect, happy ending
Resetting the world despite the warnings
Right now I'm made of LOVE

I know who you are
You remember who I am
I knew that once in a timeline
We had grown to be good friends
And yet I killed your brother
Without giving him a chance
Everytime you throw me down
I hope you kill me once again

So go ahead and hit me since you're able
All the sin that I can feel is unbearable
If I could only hit you once it would be over
But the consequences last forever
The flowers are in bloom as the birds will tell
It's a beautiful day to be burning in hell
You gave me advice, I chose genocide
But I know how to make it right

I am made of LOVE...
But I'll give up for you

     You made it to Seoul after a few hours in the airplane. As it landed, you put away your journal and grabbed your bag, leaving the plane with the others.  As you grabbed your luggage, you began to walk around Seoul. You looked at your phone, still no messages. A sigh escapes your lips as you dial his phone number. No answer. Tears begin to fall as you leave a message. "Joonie...I'm at Seoul right now. I- (F/n) got in an accident, she has amnesia. They suggested for her to be alone for a while, so I came hoping to be with my big brother...But I guess I won't. Have a good day." You end the phone call and sit on a bench, your body shaking due to your silent sobs. It was currently 10:30 p.m, A late time to arrive at Korea. You sit up and take a deep breath, begining to sing the song you had just created. You take out your piano and begin to play the tune of the song. You gain the attention of the people who were on their way to their homes, most stopping to listen to your song. Tears begin to fall once again, hoping for your brother to find you. It's freezing cold, the air begining to affect you. As your eyes begin to shut, you see someone running towards you as you fall to your side. As the person nears you, you fall unconscious.
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   You jump up in surprise, finding yourself in a bed. You look down to find yourself in an oversized Shirt and short shorts from your bag. Your face flushes embarassment, thinking on who changed you. A sneeze escapes your lips as you shiver slightly. A knock sounds on the door before it slowly opens. You throw the covers over your face as the stranger walks in. "(Y/n)?" You tense. "Joonie?" You ask quietly as you sit up. Right in front of you was Namjoon, your older brother. You tear up as you throw yourself on his arms. "I tried calling you Joonie...You never answered." You cried out. His hand goes through your hair. "I'm so sorry (N/n). I was so busy with work. By the time I got your voicemail, I ran out to look for you." He whispers as he lifts you up bridal style. "What are you doing?!" You yell out in panic as he exits the room. Namjoon chuckles. "It's time to eat. I doubt you can walk." He tells you with a smile. As he places you in a chair, all eyes are on you. One of them spits out their drink, their face bright red. "H-Hyung! Why is she in my shirt?!" He cries out in surprise. "Yours was the only one that could actually stay on her Jungkookie." The male cooking responds. He faces you, a smile on his face. "Nice to meet you, I'm Kim SeokJin." He introduces himself. You give a small smile. "I'm Kim (Y/n). Joonie's younger sister." You say with a small bow. "These children are Min Yoongi, Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok and Jeon Jungkook. We're Bangtan Sonyeondan." You look at them in disbelief. "As in, BTS?" You ask. Namjoon nods. "We're BTS. We were busy with out choreography when you called and sent your messages. We got off two hours after you called." Your brother tells you. Seokjin places a plate of pancakes with bacon and eggs in front of you. "Eat up! You must be really hungry." With a small thank you, you begin to eat with the rest of the males. Your eyes meet with your bias, he shyly looks away. After breakfast, you change to black tights, a (f/c) tank top and a black jacket. You put on your white snow boots and fix your hair in a low bun. Exiting the guest room, you head to the living room where Yoongi was asleep on Jimin's lap. You give a small wave. "Where are you going?" Jimin whispers. You shrug. "I'm going to the cementary to visit an old friend of mine who passed away three years ago." You reply as you put on your beanie and gloves. "If you see Joonie. Tell him where I am please." You say quietly as you step out.
     Your way to the cementary is quiet yet nice. Gives you time to think. You check your phone in hopes for (F/n) remembering you. Nothing. Only a message on her recovery. A sigh escapes your lips as you reach a certain gravestone. America Sil was written on it. Your best friend before you left Seoul. She had it so rough, and you couldn't help her at all. It was said she had commited suicide. The last thing of her was a letter for you, hidden in your books. You take it out of your pocket, tears threatening to fall. You had been going through your things in (c/n) when a letter had fallen from a book. (Y/n) was written on it. A letter for you, left un-opened for three years. Inside, was the reason for her death. You look down as you read the blood stained letter full of tears.
   
      Hey (Y/n). Sorry I had to leave so soon. I never told anyone about this, you're the first to actually know. My father used to abuse me twenty-four seven. He sexually used me for his own pleasures, he'd rape me almost every day. When he had a bad day, he'd take it out on me. He would kick me, punch me, use his cigarette on me. There came to a point where he'd harm me with sharp things, be it a bottle of alcohol or a knife. He'd write on me. Claim me his property. Mother did nothing to help. She herself couldn't handle it. She left too soon, just like I will. Don't blame yourself babe. You'll always be my best friend. I'll be watching over you.  And I hope you find your own happiness. Something I wasn't able to do. In my gravestone should be a clue on the last parting gift I have for you. Best of luck.
     Your best friend, America Sil

You look at the gravestone, printed on it was 'where we first met.' You place your flowers on the grave and look around. The first place you two met? The school playground. You run towards your old middle school, holding your shirt rather tightly. As you reach the school, you give out your name. Apparently they knew you'd arrive some day soon. The lady hands you a letter and an old plush. With a thank you, you exit the building. You open the envelope.

Remember that one shop we went to buy this doll? That cute guy we saw? Try finding him. He has something of mine.

You let out a small sigh, walking towards the old abandoned toy store. In front of it was an adult, holding an envelope. He gives you a smile and hands you the letter. "I hope you find what America was meant to give you." He tells you before he walks away. You wave at the man, Jackie goodbye. You look at the abandoned toy store, a sad smile on your face. Inside was a photo of you and America, being in an Amusement park. Along with... Jungkook?

Remember him? Try finding his old home. Inside the abandoned house is a letter you must give him. Inside the house is also your gift. I hope you like it.

You place the letters in your bag and collapse on the ground. How were you to find his old home?! You dial Joonie, hoping for him to answer. "Hello?" You cry in happiness. "Joonie. I needa speak to Jeon." Namjoon chuckles. "He stepped out, but he told me this: '18th Lakeview' hope that helps." He says before he hangs up. Ypu google up the place and groan. It was across the city. You tighten up your hoodie in hopes to warm up. As you're about to walk, a car stops in front of you. "Need a ride?" You look up to find Yoongi and Jimin. You smile and nod. Jimin opens the door amd you slide in. "Thank you." You murmur as Jimin gives you a coat. The drive to 18th Lakeview was calm. As Yoongi pulls over, you open the door and exit. "Thank you so much Yoongi, Jimin." You say with a smile. You walk towards the entrance and try the door. It was unlocked. You slowly open the door and close it behind you. You walk around the house in hopes to find the letter. As you go to the second door, all doors were open except for one. As you're about to head downstairs, you trip and land on your face. You whine in pain and sit up. In front of you was a picked up piece of wood. Opening it up completely, inside you find a key and a letter.

You remember our little Jungkookie right? He's in that locked room. He's liked you for a while, and I know the feeling is still mutual. How about you tell him that? Inside with him is my final parting gift.

Jungkook was inside the room? Your childhood friend? You clutch the key tightly and head to the door. Your hand shook as you unlock the door. Opening the door, you gasp. The bedroom was full of gifts, all from America. But where was Jungkookie? The closet door opens and you feel faint. In front of you was Jeon Jungkook. In his hand was a final letter. He nervously hands it to you.

The final gift is this house (Y/n). I wanted you to have something of mine, something you can keep. Bring anyone with you, but please keep Jungkook happy for me. I don't want neither you or him upset. After all, you two are special to me. My final farewell.

Tears begin to fall as you hold back your sobs. You missed America so bad. Jungkook slowly walks to you, wrapping his arms around you. You lean your head against his chest. Jungkook kisses your forehead as he runs his fingers through your head. "I miss her." You whisper out. He hums. "I miss her too." Jungkook tells you quietly. He lifts you up amd places you on the empty bed. You hold on to him as he lays on the bed with you. Your eyes begin to shut as you cling to Jungkook. "I like you Kookie." You whisper as you fall asleep. He presses his lips against yours for a quick kiss.
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(F/n) gives a small smile as America appears in front of her. "Everything went well?" She asks the spirit. America nods, a grin spreading. "Thank you so much for the help (F/n). I can finally rest well." America says with a sad smile as she begins to fade. "Goodbye Ame.." (F/n) whispers as America kisses her forehead. "I'll watch over you, my dead sister." America whispers as she finally vanishes.