trigger warning - rape + suicide
jungkook
hoseok had cramps in his legs and arms from the way jungkook lay on him, both of them hadn't moved since hoseok found him, and now he gently unraveled his arms and placed jungkook on the carpet with a fluffy blanket. it was only 10am anyway and jungkook had no plans, as far as hoseok knew. he wrote out a small note, taping it to his pillow saying that he had work and would be back at 5, he knew how hard these kind of things were for jungkook, it had only been 2 years since.
"i'm sorry to inform you, but your brother, junghyun has passed away from suicide." jungkook collapsed to the floor of the hospital, feeling numb, he held junghyun's jumper to his chest with tears pouring down his face as the familiar smell surrounded him./
jungkook walked in the dark streets of seoul, his mind dizzy from the memories and the smell of alcohol entered a bar and took a seat. hours and many shots later, jungkook unsteadily stumbled out of the door taking a route home, through the alleyways. usually, he'd be more aware and caring of the dangers, but now he could barely give a fuck. pulling him out of his tears, rough hands pushed him back on the brick wall, pieces of glass piercing his shirt. the man locked eyes with jungkook, who tried weakly to push back which left him tired and unwilling to move.
"stay fucking still." the man said, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down while flipping jungkook over so his face was forced against the cold wall. warm, salty tears dripped down his face as he unsuccessfully tried to fight the man who pushed his dick inside jungkook. he would've screamed with pain without the man's hand blocking his mouth. it could've been an hour or a few minutes, but it felt like a lifetime for jungkook. feeling the stranger's breath on his neck, he curled his neck backwards allowing the man to pull his hair and drag jungkook onto the hard concrete. jungkook closed his eyes and prayed for it to end.
"f-fuck." jungkook woke up breathless, his body shaking and heart pounding. "hobi? w-where are you?" he called quietly, knowing he was the one who could help him most, as he'd witness many of these nights. he pulled himself up and stumbled to the shower, cold water might help, he thought while undressing and stepping into the freezing water. two years since the worst day of jungkook's life and it was hard to say that he felt any better, sure, he was able to live without junghyun but he missed him more than anything. jungkook decided to wear junghyun's jumper today, as he did last year, just to remember his precious brother.
jimin
he slipped out of the silk sheets and got dressed quickly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping taehyung. he closed the apartment door silently, walking down the 4 flights of stairs, smiling about last night. 10am, it blared on his bright phone, so early, so he jogged to the nearest coffee shop, with a surge of energy from the excitement of coffee.
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