Don't Leave Me.✅(JJK X Y/N X KTH)

Promised

❗❗This chapter Contains triggering scenes like suicide❗❗

Jungkook's pov

I woke up feeling uneasy, a sense of foreboding lingering in the air. It had been two days since I last saw Y/N. Jimin had tried calling her, but she kept cutting the call. Something wasn't right.

With a growing sense of urgency, I called my older brother, who happened to be a psychiatrist. Maybe he could shed some light on Y/N's behavior.

*On the phone*

Hyung: "Hello, Jungkook. What's up?"

Jk: "Hey, Hyung. I need your help. It's about Y/N."

Hyung: "What's going on with her?"

Jk: "She's been acting strange since Taehyung's... you know..."

Hyung: "I see. Did she cry?"

Jk: "No, she didn't. Not a single tear."

Hyung: "Hmm. According to psychology, when someone experiences a significant loss, they can sometimes go into a state of shock. It suppresses their emotions, causing the grief and stress to build up inside them. If left unresolved, it can lead to severe mental and physical health issues, even self-harm."

My heart sank at his words. Self-harm? I couldn't let that happen.

Jk: "What should I do, Hyung?"

Hyung: "You need to make her cry, Jungkook. She needs to release all that pent-up emotion. Crying can be therapeutic, a way to relieve emotional stress. You need to get her to cry, and fast."

*******I hung up the phone, feeling a sense of urgency wash over me. Without wasting another moment, I rushed to Y/N's apartment. "Y/N-ah, please don't do anything rash," I whispered to myself as I sped through the streets. Time was of the essence.

I banged on the door and called her name repeatedly, but there was no response. Anxiety gripped me tightly, twisting my insides with worry. Without hesitation, I broke down the door, the urgency overshadowing any concern for the property damage.

As I barged into the room, the sight that greeted me chilled me to the bone. Y/N, once vibrant and full of life, now sat hunched over with a knife in her hand, tracing lines upon her skin. Panic surged through me, and without a second thought, I lunged forward, wrenching the blade from her grasp just in time.

Her voice, strained with despair, pierced the tense silence. "Jungkook, just let me die!" she pleaded, her words echoing with anguish. "I am the worst girl in this world. No one wants me. My love died in front of my eyes! Maybe he was never happy with me! I failed to be his perfect partner! Please let me at least die in peace? I beg you!"

The desperation in her voice fueled my resolve, and with a firm grip, I threw the knife across the room, its metallic clatter resonating in the air. "YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOU ARE INDEED THE WORST PARTNER FOR TAE!" I snapped, my own emotions spiraling out of control. "You call yourself his closest, then how come you are unable to know where his happiness lies?! Think over it! Will he be happy seeing you like this?! Will his soul ever find peace in this way?!"

I shook her vigorously, the weight of my words heavy upon us both. "For god's sake, Y/N, open your eyes. Stop being selfish for at least once. We recently lost someone very close to us, we can't lose you too! Think about Jimin, Jisoo, Lisa, Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, and Yoongi. Think about everyone who truly loves and cares for you. Think about me! Think about Taehyung, he loved you more than his life! He won't find peace even in the afterlife if he sees you like this. I refuse to let you die, no matter what! I love my friend, and I want him to be happy wherever he is now!"

My words hung heavily in the air, the weight of our shared grief palpable. Y/N stared blankly into my eyes, her expression unreadable. Then, as if drained of all strength, she collapsed to her knees, her body trembling with emotion. In that moment, I realized the gravity of what I had said, and the magnitude of the emotions we both carried.

I sat down and hugged her, "I-I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.."

"Jungkook", as Y/N whispered my name, a tremor of vulnerability laced her voice. "Will he never come back? I will not be selfish anymore, I promise. Please just tell him to come back. I beg you!" Her plea broke through her composure, tears finally flowing freely from her eyes. It was a relief to see her release the emotions that had been weighing her down. I held her tightly as she sobbed, feeling a mixture of relief and sorrow wash over me.

"I am sorry," I murmured softly, the weight of her pain heavy on my heart.

"Why..." she choked out between sobs, her grip on my shirt tightening.

Her tears continued to flow, a cathartic release of pent-up emotions. We stayed in that embrace for what felt like an eternity, until her tears subsided, leaving her drained but more at peace.

"Why did you save me again?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

"Because you are my friend, Y/N. Like Taehyung, you mean the world to me," I replied, my voice filled with sincerity. "And because I made a promise to someone to take care of you."

"Who?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Taehyung," I confessed, knowing it would only add to her turmoil.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, "you knew?". But I quickly explained what had transpired the night of his passing.

"'You're a strong boy, Kookie, please keep her safe for me,'" I quoted, the memory still fresh in my mind.

More tears welled up in her eyes, but this time they were accompanied by a sense of understanding. "I- I am sorry. I was not in my right mind. I will never do such stupid things again. I want my Tae to be happy."

"Good, now stop crying," I gently wiped away her tears, trying to offer what comfort I could.

"Thank you, Kookie. You need not feel guilty. It was not your fault. It's because of you I am alive," she reassured me, her hand finding mine in a comforting gesture.

"Thinking practically, it was no one's fault after all. He chose his own destiny. Perhaps he found more happiness there..." I offered, trying to make sense of the senseless.

"Uljima...." she urged me not to cry, her voice filled with empathy.

"Naega ulgoshipjianna... but..." I trailed off, unable to stem the tide of my own tears.

Y/N simply held my hand, a silent yet profound gesture of support. Eventually, I composed myself, wiping away my tears. "Let's have something to eat?" I suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

"I want to sleep, Jungkook. I am too tired," she replied, her exhaustion evident.

I nodded, understanding her need for rest. "I'll stay here tonight," I offered, wanting to provide her with the comfort and security she needed.

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What's up chingus?!
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Edit: 2022(after 2 years)

Me who has almost mastered korean looking back at this book and laughing at my mini usage of korean.😂