bts x jungkook oneshots <3

⚠️take me home - btsxjjk

-suicide/death
-talk of self injury
-just overall sad :(

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"so, you've chosen to die."

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jungkook popped the final pill in his mouth, laying back down in his bed and staring at the ceiling. he closed his eyes tight and just focused on falling asleep. he wanted to drift away, and never come back.

he awoke what felt like seconds later. he found himself in a pale yellow room that was dimly lit, all that he could see was a door. he rubbed his eyes hard, trying to think about where he could be ... he didn't recognise a thing.

he managed to push open the heavy door and ended up in what looked like a run down cinema. there were maroon leather seats coated in dust and a screen with small rips in the fabric. the room was also dimly lit and he had to squint to make out the smaller details.

suddenly a voice boomed above him, making him jump out his skin. it was the voice of a man - again, jungkook failed to recognise him.

"so, you've chosen to die."

jungkook gulped, so he was dead? was he in heaven?

"answer me." the voice replied back, jungkook took a deep breath. "yes sir. i chose to die."

"can you tell me why?" the voice asked, but jungkook knew it was a demand. he wasn't sure where to look, so he chose to look down at his feet.

"i chose to die because i feel like no one truly likes me. i burden all my hyungs and i have disappointed my parents and my fans. i live in fear that if i was to keep living someone would try to hurt me and accidentally hurt my hyungs instead. i just don't want to keep upsetting people and i c-can't do that if i'm dead right? i just hate hurting people sir, i want to stop. i guess-"

"i've heard enough, little one. go and sit down." the man's tone changed to a softer one, he sounded a lot more calm and welcoming. jungkook obeyed and sat right in the middle of the cinema, settling into the dusty seat. the lights dimmed and four coloured boxes appeared on the screen. "here you see four boxes. your reaction to them will help me decide your next steps. please, pick any box.

jungkook gulped. "green, sir."

jungkook's eyes widened as his mother appeared on the screen. she was in the kitchen making dinner, wearing her signature pink apron with her hair tied back. he wasn't sure what was going to happen - until a phone rang.

"honey it's bighit! will you get that? i'm on a work call." his dad yelled through, jungkook's heart sank.

"hello?"

jungkook couldn't hear what was being said on the phone, but he watched as she slowly moved out of the kitchen and to the sofa, sitting down and listening intently. "what's going on?" she panicked.

there was even more silence, it was killing jungkook. he held his breath and gripped the arms of the seat.

all of a sudden she started to breathe very unevenly and quickly began to hyperventilate. the phone fell to the floor and she slipped off the couch, sitting on the carpet. she eventually cried out. screaming for her youngest son.

his dad sprinted into the room and and dropped to the floor, tilting his wife's face up gently. "sweetheart, what's going on? what's wrong?"

she continued to sob, unable to get any words out - she was in so much shock. "j-jungkookie!"

his dad was terrified now. he pressed for answers. "what? what about him?"

"he's dead! jungkook's gone. his company just phoned to tell me they found him dead... my sweet boy, what will we do?" she wailed.