Lost-Jikook

Part 1|Jimin

Park Jimin woke up to the bright sunshine shining through the windows. He huffed and looked around. He didn't recognize where he was. This wasn't his apartment. He was sprawled out on a red leather couch, with a thin blanket covering his legs. The TV was on, playing a korean movie Jimin realized was Train To Busan.
How the heck did he end up here?
Then he got flashbacks from last night.

I was in a bar, ordering shots to get stuff off my mind. I hated life. Everything was going wrong I just wanted to drink until I died. After the tenth shot, a man grabbed my shoulder. At this point I was to drunk to care. He grinned up on me and I was uncomfortable. I remember him taking me to his apartment... he did things to me. Things I didn't like nor approved of. The rest of the night was hazy, went by in a blur. I couldn't remember any of it...

A hand grabbed Jimins face tearing him out of his memories. He looked into the persons face fearfully. Bloodshot green eyes stared back. It was the man who took him here.
"Jimin-ah... your awake. I think you should go now, before my wife gets home. She can't know we've been fooling around."

Jimin was startled. This man brought him home while he had a wife? He couldn't believe it. He would never ever even think of cheating on his partner. Not that he'd ever find one.

Jimin nodded silently and grabbed his stuff heading out of the apartment. Without saying bye he slammed the door. Tears welled at his eyes, threatening to fall as he stormed towards the sidewalk. His head was pounding and he was so hungover he could barely see. His vision was clouded as Jimin desperately tried to call for a taxi. But it was useless. He was useless.
When Jimin was drunk or hungover he became really depressed more depressed then usual. He thought of all the bad things that happened and would happen to his weak self.
And of course the voices encouraged this.
Your nothing. Everyone hates you. Your family had to die to get away from you, you rotton bastard. Go kill your self. It's not like anyone would care.
Shut up shut up shut up!
He told the voices angrily.
He'd been diagnosed with depression and severe anxiety at the age of 17. Now he was 22 (I edited the ages a bit ok pls don't kill me) and he still had it. Jimin couldn't get rid of the voices no matter what. He wanted to love himself but it was becoming harder each day. He looked in the mirror in the mornings and all he saw was a fat ugly pig. He was overweight. He had bags, his face was to chubby his hair was oily and he was a gross mess.
But what Jimin didn't know is what other people saw was a strong muscular man, with silky soft hair and clear perfect skin. He looked like a model. And everyone thought so except himself.

Jimin was sitting on the side of the rode crying and wishing a car would just hit him.

*Jungkooks POV*

Jeon Jungkook was walking down the street on his way to work. He owned a company, JJK Entertainment. It was a studio, and he had many kpop groups under his entertainment. Jungkook was quite famous. His newest group, Always True, was doing quite well and it reminded him of when he was a trainee to join a group back when he was 14. He shook the thought away. Those days were very much over after the incident...
Jungkook signed heavily. He missed those boys, the 6 other boys of BTS. They'd never even made it to debut yet, because the leader Kim Namjoon was in a terrible accident. Jungkook smacked his head. He didn't want to go back into those days.
He approached the doors of his studio, sighed again, and entered with a heavy heart.