Chapter 13 - Why...?

[Jimin POV]

"He did WHAT?!" Jin hyung yelled into the phone, eyes filling with tears. "He-he- it's his th-third time..."

I could feel my nose stuffing up and tears threatening to fall. "I thought he was getting better.." I mumbled, finally letting the tears fall.

I felt the comforting hand of BTS' leader on my back, rubbing up and down my spine. I let out a shaky breath and glanced at the time.

12:32am

It's too late to go there now huh...

"You guys can come visit in the morning...Rest well, boys."

The deep voice of our director (Is he the director or manager or what... I'm not sure of his position in BigHit I just call everyone BTS' staff 😂) pulled me back to reality.

In an attempt to stop my tears from flowing, I bit down on my lip until I broke the skin.

Blood dripped out of the bite as Hoseok hyung pulled me into his embrace, knowing how much I must be hurting. Taehyung couldn't keep quiet, he had been sobbing (loudly) since Bang SiHyuk told us the news of our missing maknae.

I think it is safe to say that no one slept well that night. ...[Author POV]

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The ringing of 6 alarms sounded throughout the dorm, jolting the BTS members out of their light slumber. Everyone was exhausted, but the worry and concern for their maknae overwhelmed their sheer exhaustion.

They got dressed in a hurry before bolting out of the house, only their phones in their hands...It must've been weird to see 6 grown men wearing black masks fling themselves into the hospital and frantically asking the receptionist for a certain maknae.

"Jeon Jeongguk, 23 years old. Where is he?" Jin slammed his hands on the counter, startling the receptionist.

"Ward 203, please be careful-"

The boys didn't hear the rest of it, they immediately rushed off the moment they heard "203".

They panted, stopping themselves in front of a ward with a gold plated "203" on the front.

Namjoon hesitantly knocked, and out came a tall, male doctor clad in a crisp white suit.

"Hi, I'm guessing you are Jeon Jeongguk's hyungs?"

Everyone nodded impatiently, waiting for any news on the younger.

"It seems that his mental health has deteriorated, he was overwhelmed with thoughts and couldn't control himself"

The doctor looked up from his clipboard with a sympathetic smile, before a voice rang out from behind him.

"Doc-"

The voice stopped himself when he noticed members one of the biggest boy band standing in front of him.

"Ah, good morning Bangtan. I am Gi Hye, Jungkook's mental health doctor and therapist."

He bowed politely and BTS reflected his actions, giving him a sad smile.

"I'll leave you to him then." The doctor stated, leaving the scene.

"First of all, please don't startle him or overwhelm him when he wakes up, he could be easily shocked into a coma, and we wouldn't want that."

Taehyung cut him off, "Wasn't he already awake? How did you guys get the info-"Gi Hye smiled, silencing him. "Yes, he woke up, but was extremely exhausted. And for a reason. He told me what had happened. Here, listen to it,"

He took out his phone and played a recorded audio...

Flashback

[Jungkook POV]I figured that a walk down the Han River bridge would be nice. It would be great to get some fresh air. The silence was calming, or so I thought. The thoughts were back.

So useless.Such a burden.Why are you alive?You were a mistake. You weren't meant to be here.You're such an idiot.Did you really think your hyungs cared about you?

Before I knew it, the sky had darkened, and I was standing near the edge of the bridge. With my elbows on the ledge, I stared out to the river, letting my thoughts wander.

Jump. I dare you.

The thoughts were overwhelming, and it felt as if my body was shutting down. It was too quiet. Way. Too. Quiet.

I lost control of myself and eventually gave up, stepping up onto a boulder and stepping onto the edge of the bridge.

Feeling the cool breeze caress my face, I extended my arms out wide and closed my eyes. I let out a sigh of relief. I'm finally free.

My thoughts had been silenced. It was the best feeling I have ever felt in the past months. Or has it been years? I can't tell anymore. But it no longer matters. Freedom is on my side...

Before I could let myself go, I felt a strong tug on my arm. I opened my eyes and looked back blankly. There was a couple, staring at me with worried eyes. They seemed to be saying something, but I couldn't hear anything. Everything was so...so far away...

The man tried to get me down, and this was when I snapped back into reality.

"Leave me alone!"

I yelled with all my might, trying to get the man's hands off of me.

"No one cares anymore! There is no point anymore!"

I cried out, tugging on my arm, not afraid of falling back.

The man's wife grabbed onto me as i continued to tug, and it soon became a tug-of-war with our arms.

Eventually, my muscles gave out and I tumbled to the ground, collapsing into the man's arms. I heard the man mumble incoherent words to his wife before she whipped out her phone and dialled a number.

"Are you okay?"

Just then, a pounding migraine struck me. I groaned and weakly pointed to my head.

The man began massaging the back of it. It was a foreign feeling, but I could use some relief at the moment.

The wailing sounds of the ambulance got louder by each passing second, worsening my headache. The man began whispering nothings into my ear, calming me down. My eyelids suddenly felt heavy, and I fell to the ground in exhaustion.

End of flashback

[Taehyung POV]

We couldn't believe what we had heard. "J-jungkook.." I gasped as I approached his bed.

Though he was only in a slumber, it looked as if he was...dead. The rise and fall of his chest was barely noticeable, the oxygen mask covering most of his pale face. His arms lay limp on his sides, the heart monitor the only thing assuring us that he was alive. His heartbeats were slow, but it was still beating. ...Minutes...Hours...Nothing.We were about to give up when they heard a groan followed by a small whine come from the bed...or rather, the person on the bed. His eyes fluttered open as his hyungs approached his carefully, as instructed.

"Gguk?" Jin hyung cooed softly, before remembering the severity of the situation. He looked back at us with his doe eyes, as it stared right through us. I stared back into his eyes, the eyes that were once full of happiness and innocence have quickly morphed into a pit of darkness.His expression held no emotion. Just...blank.Jin hyung placed a hand on the maknae's cheek, half of it obstructed by the oxygen mask. "K-kook..." Jin hyung choked out, unable to contain his emotions anymore.I swore I saw Jungkook's eyes darken with sadness before returning to its emotionless state. "Patient Jeon Jungkook, attempted suicide and degrading throughts?" The doctor called out from the door, startling all of us.He chuckled with sympathy, coming over and removing the oxygen mask from Jungkook's face. We observed Jungkook's dull eyes follow the doctor's every move."He will have to stay here until he gets better, as he has been detected with a bad case of the flu. You may stay here if you would like, or you could take shifts."We nodded, taking the doctor's second suggestion, not wanting to overwhelm the maknae....That night, all I could do is stare at Jungkook's peaceful face, that held many dark secrets. I wonder how ARMY would react if they had been here...

"I love you, Jungkook ah. We all do. Please, don't do this to yourself anymore..." my voice trailed off, my whispers not being heard by anyone. I folded my arms on the bed and laid my head down, closing my eyes and following the rest of the members into a deep slumber.

[A/N: OMO I said I would post yesterday but I completely forgot! I'm so sorry 😭]

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