Unveiled

Two years after Yoongi has taken over Buleugi, now named Bangtan Sonyeondan, Jungkook wakes up from his coma in the morgue, ten minutes before he's scheduled to be placed in a coffin. Alone, cold, and out of time, Jungkook struggles to understand everything that's happened in the past two years.

Yoongi's taken over Buleugi, only it's no longer Buleugi; it's Bangtan Sonyeondan.

Jimin actually isn't dead.

Seokjin is being babysitted.

Oh, not to mention, his father's dead.

Wait, let's throw one more thing in there.

Seokjin's the one that killed him.

Of fucking course he was.

To add to the pile of news, Yoongi, apparently, has held a love for him. He'd had an epiphany when he'd heard about Jungkook's condition two years ago. Now, Yoongi is constantly confessing his undying love for Jungkook, showering the younger with gifts, love, and attention. Though Jungkook wants nothing more than to reciprocate his feelings, he's having a hard time.

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The therapist sighs as Jungkook sits before her with a blank gaze. It's twenty minutes into their third session and the therapist hasn't heard the man utter a single word. She pushes her glasses up and rubs the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and thumb.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what'd going on, Jungkook," she starts, exasperated. "Like my mentor always said, 'You can't heal what you will not unveil.'" Jungkook nods and for the first time since the therapist has laid her eyes on the now 20 year-old, he speaks.

"I don't think I love him."