Chapter 7-Recovering?

[Jimin POV]

Jungkook...

"GET OUT! ALL OF YOU!" I yelled through tears, gesturing for the others to exit the ward.

They looked at me with apologetic eyes and reluctantly left me knelt beside Jungkook, holding his freezing hand.

"J-jungkook... I-I know you can't h-hear me b-but I'm so s-sorry..." I choked, "I-I sh-shouldn't h-have le-left yo-you alone."

I buried my head into the side of his stomach and sobbed.

Beep...Beep...Beep...

The familiar slow and steady beats started up again as I felt the warmth return to his hand.

"H-h-hyung..." A soft whisper next to my ear sent me into a state of shock.

"Y-you're ali-alive!" I tightened my grip on his hand, resisting the urge to pounce on him and hug him as tight as I can.

I immediately clicked on the red button to call for the doctor.

"I'm sorry for your lo..." The doctor looked up, seemingly surprised that Jungkook was awake.

"Oh! You're awake!" He started, a little confused, "We'll just run some tests first."

I smiled at the doctor and turned back to Jungkook, quickly placing a peck on his forehead. He giggled, making me smile.

I unwillingly let go of his hand and headed outside, where the others were breaking down slowly.

"Jimin I'm so sorry I didn't mean to kill Jungkook..." Taehyung started, but I cut him off.

"He's awake."

...[Jungkook POV]

Walking down the dark and long hallway, I finally saw light at the end. I ran towards it, being the only light I have seen in a couple hours.

In front of me were two doors, shining as bright as the sun. I slowly pushed them open, unsure of what was behind them. A familiar frail, grey haired lady had her back turned to me, staring off into the light. Wait...

"Granny...?" I blinked twice to make sure she was real.She turned around.

"GRANDMA!"

I ran to her and hugged her as tight as I could.I heard her chuckle lightly before pulling me away.

"Why are you here?" She asked, searching my face for any signs of pain.

"I...killed myself..." I mumbled, looking down and fidgeting with my fingers.

"Kook-ah why?" She started, "I know your hyungs have been bad to you, I heard everything you told me. But what would your mother think if she found out her son killed himself? And doesn't that Jimin person love you?"

I began to rethink my decision. What have I done?

"You still have time. Fight for your life."

I looked into her eyes that were full of love and support. I hugged her one last time.

"I love you."

I walked backwards and closed the doors, waving goodbye to her one last time. I turned back to the eerie darkness and took a shaky breath. Here we go.

I felt my eyelids twitch before I could slightly open them. I felt something wet on my right arm. Looking down, I recognised the blonde fluffy hair but I couldn't put my finger on it. I assumed it was one of my hyungs.

"H-h-hyung..?" He looked up, his eyes filled with shock and relief. I felt his grip on my hand grow stronger.

"Y-you're ali-alive!"

What did he mean? Did I die for a moment?

He turned to his side and clicked a big red button. Soon, a man clad in a white coat entered the room.

"I'm sorry for your lo..." He started, before looking up at me and his jaw dropped.

"Oh! You're awake!"

Was he about to say 'I'm sorry for your loss'? What loss? Me?

"We'll run some tests first."

My vision cleared, and I could recognise my assumed hyung as Jimin. The man in the white coat was a doctor.

Jimin left the room for a moment while the man came over and changed out my mask. I didn't know for what reason, but soon I felt my eyelids fall heavy and I was then pulled into a deep slumber.

[Jimin POV]

The hyungs immediately stood up and asked if they could see him, but I told then that the doctors were going to run some tests on him to see if there is anything wrong with his internal organs. They sat down sadly, upset that they couldn't see the maknae for another who-knows-how-long.

~Time Skip~

I hastily stood up when the doctor exited the room.

"How is he?"

He smiled warmly at me before turning to the rest.

"Nothing else is wrong, there is no internal damage, fortunately. He will have to be consulted by a mental health doctor to see if his mental health is good."

He paused, shifting his gaze to me. "He needs someone to accompany him."

My hand shot up.

"I'll do it."...Jungkook and I sat in chairs that were side by side. I held his shaking hand in mine, knowing he was scared.

"It's okay, I'll be here. Just answer the questions truthfully, okay?" I comforted him, rubbing my thumb on the back of his hand as a sense of consolation.

He nodded a little, looking down at my hand that was intertwined with his.

Soon enough, the mental health doctor entered the room and sat on the single chair opposite from us, a small table being the only thing keeping us separated.

"Jeon Jungkook?"

I pointed to Jungkook and he looked up.

"I will ask you a series of questions, please answer them as best as you can," She smiled at him, able to sense his nervousness.

Jungkook nodded hesitantly, before the doctor looked down at her clipboard.

"In the past two weeks, how often have you felt down, depressed or hopeless? : Not at all, several days, more than half the days, or nearly every day."

"Nearly every day."

"How is your sleep? : Sleeping as usual, slight difficulty, sleep reduced by at least two hours or getting less than three hours of sleep per night." "Getting less than three hours of sleep per night."

"How is your energy? : As much energy as ever, less energy than before, not enough to do much, or not enough to do anything."

"Not enough to do...much."

"Do you prefer to stay at home rather than going out and doing new things? Yes or no."

"Yes."

"How often have you been bothered that you have poor appetite, weight loss or overeating over the last two weeks? : Not at all, several days, more than half the days or nearly everyday."

"Nearly everyday."

"How often have you been bothered by feeling bad about yourself, or feeling that you are a failure, and are letting others down? : Not at all, several days, more than half the days or nearly every day."

"Nearly everyday."

...We exited the room and saw the hyungs looking at us with hopeful eyes.

"Results?"

I shook my head, wanting to say "none yet."Jungkook sat next to me for comfort, and I noticed every time one of the others would come near him he would flinch a little and bite his bottom lip.

The awkward tension for the next five minutes was killing me. I was about to blow from the tension between us before the mental health doctor approached us.

"Jungkook is diagnosed with severe depression."

[Jungkook POV]

The hyungs all looked at me at the announcement, but I didn't bother showing a reaction.

I kept a blank face as I felt all eyes on me. Stares of concern and worry turned to stares of disgust and annoyance in my eyes.

I felt so small at that moment, although no one in particular was giving me a look of hatred. Voices.

"They hate you""They're acting like they care for you""They don't really care""They never did"

They were so loud, doing nothing to ease the throbbing headache I was currently experiencing. All sounds from the world was blocked out and all I could hear was negativity. I leaned my head back on the wall behind me and sighed, closing my eyes. I draped my arm over my forehead, trying to cease the increasing pain knocking on my scalp. Suddenly, I was being shook lightly. Snapping out of my trance, I turned a blank face to my right, to see all of my hyungs staring at me with wide eyes.

"Jungkook-ah?" Someone next to me whispered, "A..."

The rest of what they said was a blur. I could barely decipher what they were saying – it was all muffled.

I rested my elbows on my knees and dug my head into the palms of my hand, trying to cut off the muffled noises that were coming from my hyungs. I heard a loud voice before a warm hand was being placed on my shoulder.

"Jungkook are you okay?" A gentle voice helped to reduce the pain slightly, but almost barely. The hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my head, massaging it gently.

The action relieved most of the pain, thankfully. I was finally able to lift my head from my self support and look at my hyungs. It was then that I realised the one massaging my head was none other than Jimin.

"Sorry, headache." I mumbled.

"Let's take him home. He needs some rest."

I don't know who said that, but I wanted to decline immediately. I put my head back down as the thought of having to go back to the place where I suffered and had almost ended my life scared me. I think Jimin felt me tense up.

"Jungkookie you can stay in my room for awhile until you get comfortable," Jimin said, frowning, "You'll have to return to the dorms eventually..."

He bent down to look at my facial expression. Nothing changed. Still blank, still emotionless.

The last time I talked properly was about an hour ago.

He rubbed my back comfortably before carrying me up bridal style and bringing me to the car. He settled me in and buckled my seatbelt for me, thinking that I may not have enough energy or be in the right mind to do it on my own. As soon as he closed the door, I turned towards the window as my elbow rested on the window sill, my head on the side of my hand.

I decided to just watch nature fly by than make eye contact with my hyungs. The occasional bumps of the vehicle and soft music playing from the radio sent me back into dreamland, head rested on the window sill where my elbow previously was.

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A/NHi ARMY 💜 DNA JUST HIT ONE BILLION VIEWS A COUPLE DAYS AGO KDBDJDBFKDBFBRKFFB Isn't that insane?! It's either ARMYs have a lot of free time on their hands, or a lot of people were streaming DNA. Anyways, BTS' 7-year anniversary/birthday is coming in like what...a week! Ahh I'll try to post a chapter on that day! (13.6.2020)Anyways I hope you liked this chapter 😁