One night, unable to bear it any longer, Jungkook decided to confront Taehyung. They were in their dorm room, the other members out for the evening. Jungkook stood by the window, nervously fidgeting with his fingers as he gathered his courage.
“Hyung, can we talk?” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper.
Taehyung looked up from his script, a look of mild surprise on his face. “Sure, what’s up?”
Jungkook took a deep breath. “I feel like… we’re not as close as we used to be.”
Taehyung frowned, setting his script aside. “What do you mean?”
“I just… I miss you, Hyung. You’re always busy, and I barely see you anymore,” Jungkook said, his voice trembling.
“I know you have new friends and responsibilities, and I’m happy for you, but… I miss us.”For a moment, Taehyung just stared at him. Then, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Kook, it’s not like that. I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“But you’re not, Hyung. You’re here, but you’re not really here,” Jungkook’s voice cracked with emotion. “I feel like I’m losing you.”
Taehyung’s expression hardened. “So, what? You want me to stop everything and just be with you all the time? That’s not fair, Jungkook.”
Jungkook felt a lump form in his throat. “I don’t want you to stop. I just want you to notice that I’m still here, too.”
Taehyung stood up abruptly, his frustration evident. “This is ridiculous. You’re just being jealous, Kook. I can’t always be around you. You need to understand that.”
Jungkook felt his eyes fill with tears. “It’s not about jealousy, Hyung. I just… I need you.”
Taehyung’s face twisted in anger. “Grow up, Jungkook. You’re not a child anymore. Stop acting like I’m the only person in your world.”
With that, Taehyung turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Jungkook stood there, stunned and heartbroken, as the tears finally spilled over.
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Jungkook’s world shattered with Taehyung’s harsh words. He sank to the floor, his body wracked with sobs. The room felt cold and empty, the echoes of their argument lingering in the air. Jungkook didn’t know how long he stayed there, but when he finally stood up, his legs felt weak, and his head pounded with a dull ache.
He walked unsteadily to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face in an attempt to calm down. But as he looked at his reflection, he saw only a pale, tired boy staring back at him, eyes red and swollen from crying.
Jungkook made his way back to the room, his vision blurred with tears. He sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him. He barely noticed when Taehyung re-entered the room, looking flustered and agitated.
“Hyung,” Jungkook’s voice was weak. “I’m sorry.”
But Taehyung was too caught up in his own anger to hear him. “I forgot my phone,” he muttered, not even glancing at Jungkook as he grabbed it from the table.
Jungkook tried to stand up, but his legs gave way, and he stumbled backward, hitting his head hard against the wall. A sharp pain shot through his skull, and he cried out, clutching the back of his head.
Taehyung turned around at the sound, his eyes widening in shock. “Jungkook?”
But Jungkook couldn’t respond. The pain was too intense, and his vision started to blur. He felt a warm, sticky sensation on his hand and realized with horror that he was bleeding.
“Hyung … I…” Jungkook’s voice trailed off as he slumped to the floor, the world around him fading to black.
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Taehyung’s heart raced as he rushed to Jungkook’s side. Panic gripped him as he saw the blood trickling down the back of Jungkook’s head. He shook Jungkook gently, trying to rouse him. “Jungkook! Kook, wake up!”
But Jungkook was unresponsive, his eyes closed and his breathing shallow. Taehyung’s hands trembled as he pulled out his phone, dialing Namjoon’s number with shaking fingers.
Namjoon’s voice was calm but concerned when he answered. “Hey, Taehyung. What’s up?”
“Hyung, it’s Jungkook. He’s hurt. He hit his head, and he’s bleeding. I don’t know what to do!” Taehyung’s voice cracked with fear.
Namjoon’s tone instantly became serious. “Stay calm, Taehyung. Where are you?”
“We’re at the dorm. Please, Hyung, hurry!” Taehyung’s eyes filled with tears as he looked at Jungkook’s pale face.
“We’re on our way. Hang in there, Tae,” Namjoon reassured him before hanging up.
Taehyung gently cradled Jungkook’s head, trying to stop the bleeding with his shirt. He whispered desperately, “Please, Kook, stay with me. I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me.”
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Taehyung’s mind raced as he knelt beside Jungkook, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight of Jungkook’s blood on his hands sent a wave of nausea through him. He could barely keep his hands steady as he applied pressure to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
“Jungkook, please, don’t do this to me,” Taehyung whispered, his voice cracking with desperation. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean any of it. Please wake up.”
But Jungkook remained unconscious, his breathing shallow and labored. Taehyung’s eyes darted to the door, willing the other members to arrive quickly. Every second felt like an eternity, and he feared that time was slipping away.
Finally, the front door burst open, and Namjoon, followed closely by Jin, Yoongi, Jimin, and Hoseok, rushed in. The panic in Taehyung’s voice had driven them to drop everything and come as fast as they could.
Namjoon’s face went pale as he took in the scene. “Oh my god, Jungkook!” he exclaimed, hurrying over and kneeling beside them. “What happened?”
“He hit his head, and he’s bleeding. He won’t wake up,” Taehyung choked out, his eyes brimming with tears. “Please, Hyung, help him.”
Jin immediately took control, his medical knowledge kicking in. “We need to get him to the hospital now. Namjoon, help me lift him. Taehyung, keep applying pressure to the wound.”
Taehyung nodded, his hands still trembling as he pressed the cloth against Jungkook’s head. Namjoon and Jin carefully lifted Jungkook, making sure to support his neck. Yoongi grabbed the car keys, his face set in grim determination.
“I’ll drive. Everyone else, follow us,” Yoongi ordered, and the urgency in his voice left no room for argument.
As they hurried out of the dorm, Taehyung felt a wave of guilt wash over him. This was all his fault. He had hurt Jungkook, not just physically but emotionally, and now his best friend was lying unconscious because of him.
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The ride to the hospital was a blur of flashing lights and screeching tires. Taehyung sat in the backseat, cradling Jungkook’s head in his lap, whispering reassurances even as his own heart was breaking. Jin sat beside them, his eyes filled with worry as he checked Jungkook’s pulse.