#don’t worry DK’s fine he just lost some blood

[lovehaleylo]

He went too far this time 🐊🦍🍌

[blu-joons]

When He Notices That You’ve Injured Yourself ~ Seventeen Reaction

S.Coups:

A loud yell came from Seungcheol, pointing his hand to the back of your arm where he noticed a large bruise that had suddenly appeared on your body.

“What happened to you whilst I was at work?” Seungcheol asked, carefully pulling you towards him so that he could inspect the marking and check it over.

Your eyes looked behind your back to see what had captured his attention. “I wish I could give you an answer, but I had no idea I had a bruise there.”

“No idea?” Seungcheol asked in surprise, brushing his finger over it, only for you not to react. “What could you have done to even cause a bruise on your arm like this?”

“I really have no idea, unless I bashed it in my sleep or something.”

A soft sigh came from him, unable to hide his frustration that he didn’t have the answers. “You’ve really got to take better care of yourself Y/N.”

Your head nodded, smiling across at him. “If I knew what had caused the bruise I could try and do a better job of taking care of myself too.”

“Are you sure you can’t remember?” He asked once again, only for your head to shake. “I want to keep an eye on it, make sure it heals well.”

“Don’t worry, now we know it’s there, we’ll keep an eye out.”

Jeonghan:

As soon as you felt Jeonghan’s hand stop running through the strands of your hair, you looked up to him in confusion as to what was going on.

“Since when did you have a cut on your forehead?” He questioned, inspecting it closely, “I swear that wasn’t there yesterday, was it?”

Your head shook back at him, “I did bang my head earlier, but I just presumed that I was fine because nothing hurt. Is it a bad cut? Does it need treating?”

“It’s only little,” he quickly assured you, pressing a kiss over it. “But how many times have I told you to be careful, sometimes you seem to forget just how clumsy you really are.”

“It was an accident, I just misjudged how tall the shelf was.”

His eyes rolled, moving his hand back through your hair. “I might have to start wrapping you in bubble wrap whilst I’m at work to stop you from hurting yourself.”

A soft giggle escaped from you, “I’m not that bad, anyway this small cut is far from the worst of injuries that I’ve caused myself whilst you’ve been at work.”

“That’s a given,” Jeonghan sniggered, “I still remember coming home to see you collapsed in the shower because you couldn’t stand on one leg.”

“I thought we agreed that was an incident that we didn’t speak of?”

Joshua:

You stopped walking as soon as you heard Joshua call out your name, spinning around on your heels to see what it was that he wanted from you.

“Why is there blood on the back of your shirt?” He questioned, beckoning you back to him so that he could take a closer look. “Is it yours?”

Your shoulders shrugged back at him, unsure of the answer. “I’m guessing that it must be, but I don’t remember hurting myself or bleeding either?”

“Let me take a look,” he spoke, lifting your shirt up slowly, hissing underneath his breath. “You’ve got quite the cut along your spine, what the heck have you been doing?”

“I don’t know, I can’t remember doing anything to make myself bleed.”

His head shook as he lowered your top back down, “try and think, you don’t get a mark like that from doing nothing. It’s like you’ve been in a fight or something.”

As you thought back, a memory popped into your head. “Well, I did fall into the coffee machine at work today, but surely that can’t cause a cut like that.”

“You’re so clumsy,” Joshua laughed, throwing himself back on the sofa, “did no one at work say anything to you with blood on your shirt either?”

“No! Damn, I really do work with a bunch of snakes at that office.”

Jun:

His eyebrows furrowed as he noticed what was a small cut on your arm from earlier in the day turn a darker shade of red, as it began to scab over too.

“That’s not looking good,” Junhui sighed, pulling you closer so that he could take a closer look, “does it hurt if I touch it or do anything?”

Your eyes looked to him in confusion as his hand ran along the length of your arm. “What’s supposed to hurt if you touch it? My arm?”

“The cut,” Junhui stated as if it were obvious, “don’t act like it’s nothing and shrug it off, it’s a pretty sore cut that you’ve got going on there Y/N, it can’t be pain free.”

“Junhui, I really have no idea what you’re going on about.”

His hand grabbed your arm and turned it so that you could finally get a look at the cut. “Are you really telling me that you had no idea that you had this?”

Your head nodded, although he still didn’t quite believe you. “It’s not sore at all, even if it does look nasty. You could probably hit it and I wouldn’t even feel a thing.”

“How?” He chuckled, dropping your arm back down to your side, “what sort of alien are you to not feel a single bit of pain from a cut like that?”

“I’m very much a human, just with a higher pain tolerance than most.”

Hoshi:

Soonyoung soon grabbed onto you as your top rose up, noticing a large bruise on your hip, turning you around in his arm so that he could take a better look.

“Is that from when I bumped into you in the kitchen earlier?” He instantly asked you, hopeful that something else had caused the bruising.

Your eyes glanced down at it, shaking your head as you noticed his panicked expression. “It was probably me; I did bump into the table leg earlier too.”

“But what if I was the one that caused it?” He whispered, brushing the pad of his thumb over it, only for you not to respond. “Does it not hurt? It looks like a bad one.”

“I didn’t even realise that I had a bruise there until you saw.”

His head nodded, feeling a little bit better about things. “Even if it wasn’t caused by me, I want you to know how sorry I am for bumping into you earlier like that.”

Your hand rested over his, “accidents happen all the time, especially when two people are trying to cook in a kitchen. I’ll survive, the bruise will go in a few days.”

“I’ll make sure that I look after you until then,” Soonyoung vowed, “it’s the least I can do if I was potentially the one who caused it.”

“I’m sure you didn’t, but I won’t complain about being looked after.”

Wonwoo:

A pair of hands quickly caught you as you tried to stand up from the sofa only to feel your body tumble back down, being eased into Wonwoo’s lap.

“Steady,” he frowned, noticing the surprise on your face too. “What happened there? Are you hurt at all and hiding it from me again?”

Your head shook as Wonwoo moved you to beside him so that he could take a look. “I’m not sure, maybe I lost my balance or something, I’m not too sure.”

“Balance is definitely the issue,” he sighed as he looked at your feet, “remember that tiny bump you had after your fall yesterday? It’s not so tiny anymore I’m afraid.”

“But how can a swollen bruise cause me to fall over like that?”

Wonwoo smiled sympathetically in your direction, “your ankle is pretty weak right now, that’s probably why, it needs a bit of time to heal, properly at least.”

You soon picked up on what Wonwoo was implying. “I’m not going to hospital, not for this. The last thing I need is crutches or anything like that to help me.”

“You need to get it checked over,” he tried to reason, “if it’s swollen like this then there could be something more serious going on. Please?”

“Fine, as long as you promise that you won’t leave my side at all.”

Woozi:

His hand grabbed onto your leg as soon as Jihoon thought he saw something, turning it over to see a cut just at the bottom of your knee as he thought.

“When did you do this?” He asked, turning your leg once again so that you could take a look. “This looks like it’s causing a bit of pain.”

Your head shook in response leaving Jihoon slightly surprised. “I had no idea that I’d even hurt myself until you pointed it out, it’s not been sore in the slightest.”

“Are you mad?” He chuckled, grabbing a tissue off of his desk to wipe it over, “you must not be human to not even feel that you’ve cut your leg like this Y/N.”

“I’m being serious, it’s not hurt at all, even on the walk over here.”

His eyes looked to you in complete surprise, “it looks pretty deep too, maybe we should keep an eye on this for a little while just in case it’s something serious.”

You took a closer look for yourself, noticing just how deep of a cut it was. “I’m sure it’s not that bad, it can’t be too serious if I haven’t even been able to feel it.”

“That’s what worries me,” Jihoon admitted, “don’t go home just yet, stay here so I can make sure that it starts healing properly first.”

“I’ll stay here for a little while, just to be sure and ease your mind.”

DK:

As soon as your eyes fell on the cheeky smile on Seokmin’s face, you knew you were in trouble as he knelt down to take a look at the cut on your leg.

“Move the tissue away,” he instructed, taking another look at the cut on your leg before taking the plaster out of his pocket to apply.

You watched closely, reaching out to stop him though when you realised what he had picked up. “I’m a grown adult Seokmin, I’m not wearing a frog plaster on my leg.”

“It’s the only one I could find in the dorm,” he argued, moving your hand away, “it’s this or walking around the streets with blood trickling down your leg like an idiot.”

“I think I’d rather just deal with the blood to be honest with you.”

His head shook, peeling off the wrapper of the plaster. “Don’t be stupid, you’ll barely be able to see the plaster through your tights anyway, it’s no big deal really.”

Your eyes widened at his words, “you might enjoy making a fool of yourself, but some of us have too much pride to wear a stupid frog plaster in public.”

“It could be worse,” Seokmin tried to comfort, “if the cut was big enough there’s a farmyard bandage that we have from years ago you could have had.”

“And suddenly the frog plaster doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.”

Mingyu:

A loud squeal came from you as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and lift you into the air, carrying you across the field and over to a bench.

“Are you alright?” Mingyu asked as he helped you sit down, “I noticed that your ankle was looking a bit swollen when you ran just then.”

You barely had time to comprehend what was going on before Mingyu was checking you over. “My ankle is fine, or at least I think it is. How can you tell it’s swollen anyway?”

“I’ve hurt my ankles enough times,” he commented, focused on taking off your trainer and your sock. “It definitely looks as if you’ve done a little bit of damage there.”

“It doesn’t even hurt, so how can you be so sure about that?”

Mingyu’s eyes looked up to you, “just trust me on this one, it might not hurt now, but when we get home later tonight that ankle will be giving you a lot of bother.”

Your head nodded as your body sunk down on the bench, “this is the last thing I need, getting injured during a stupid game of catch is just embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry,” he quickly assured you, “I know exactly what to do when ankles get injured, I promise you won’t feel much pain with me looking after you.”

“Aren’t you just the perfect knight in shining armour for me?”

The8:

You watched on as Minghao leant down and pulled at the top of your sock, noticing a trickle of dry blood that had run down onto the material.

“Did you hurt yourself?” He questioned, confused when your shoulders shrugged back at him. “How do you not know if you’ve hurt yourself?”

Before you had the time to answer, he pulled your sock back and noticed a large scratch along your leg. “That must have been from when I was on my bike earlier.”

“How did you not notice a cut this big? Or even the blood?” Minghao questioned, struggling to understand what had happened. “Does it not even hurt you?”

“Not really, I just thought it would be a soft scratch, no blood.”

His head shook as he took your sock off, throwing it to the floor. “The blood probably won’t come out of that now seeing as it’s a white sock too.”

You nodded back at him, taking a better look at the cut that you had. “I don’t care about my socks, but I am a little bit worried about just how bad this cut looks.”

“Don’t worry,” Minghao quickly comforted, “I’ll go and get the first aid kit and I’ll make sure that this cut gets cleaned up properly now that it’s noticed.”

“It’s a good job you’re on the ball and paying attention.”

Seungkwan:

He couldn’t hide the laughter that came from him as he ran his hand over the top of your head, feeling a large lump right at the very top.

“It’s like a mountain on the top of your head,” he instantly teased, “there’s no way that you could have not realised that thing growing.”

Your head shook, flinching away from Seungkwan’s hand, “funnily enough I don’t touch the top of my head too often to notice when it starts swelling.”

“What were you doing with your head in a cupboard anyway,” he continued to laugh, struggling to believe what had happened. “You do some weird stuff.”

“I was trying to find rice to cook for your dinner, actually.”

As he noticed the pain you were in, Seungkwan’s laughter began to stop. “You’re not going to need me to call an ambulance for you or anything like that?”

Your hand reached across to hit against his chest, “I’ve hurt myself Seungkwan, for once you could try and not see the funny side and help me out.”

“You’re right,” he frowned, resting his hand against your waist, “shall I order us some take out? We’ve probably got no rice for dinner now, right?”

“I meant help me out, not think about your hungry stomach.”

Vernon:

The gasp that came from Vernon instantly caught your attention, looking back you noticed his eyes firmly watching the back of your leg.

“What happened?” He asked, pointing to the spot that he was focused on, “that’s turning a pretty nasty shade of purple there Y/N.”

You tried to turn back around and take a look at what was on your leg for yourself. “Oh,” you chuckled when you noticed a bruise forming.

“You didn’t know?” Vernon asked in a slight state of disbelief, “that looks like it’s probably causing you some pain, and you didn’t notice that it was there?”

“I had no idea it was there; it doesn’t hurt at all though.”

A surprised chuckle came from Vernon, “so you can notice tiny things about me, but not when you’ve managed to bruise your leg as big as that is?”

“That’s because I care about you a lot,” you sweetly responded, “as for my own body, it’s already been battered and bruised plenty of times before.”

Vernon’s head shook back in your direction. “It’s a good job I care enough to notice you in that case, you need to make sure that you keep a bit of an eye on that thing.”

“That’s where you come in, always taking the best care of me.”

Dino:

You couldn’t hold back the hiss that came from you as Chan’s hand ran along your arm, clutching at it tightly as he moved away.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned, watching closely as you moved your hand to study where the pain had come from. “Are you hurt?”

Your head slowly nodded as you remembered banging your arm earlier in the day, “I think it’s just the beginnings of a bruise that you caught.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, instantly feeling guilty, “do you want me to get you some ice or something to try and take away some of the pain.”

“No, it’s alright, I think it was the shock more than anything else.”

Chan’s head nodded back at you, “one day you’ll learn to stop being so clumsy and watch where you’re going.”

Your eyes rolled in response to him, “I didn’t think I’d hurt myself because my arm didn’t hurt, maybe I should have given it sometime after all.”

“As long as you’re alright?” Chan sighed, taking a hold of your hand much more carefully this time around, “are you sure that you don’t need anything for it?”

“It’s nothing, except for probably a nasty bruise in the morning.”

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Masterlist

[ificouldau]

Section 1 - Chapter 4

50% of you chose to run for the cable car.

50% of you chose to hide and wait.

The boys stand around you anxiously, waiting for an answer. Part of you wants to back into the forest and hide, but part of you wants to run before it’s too late. Shit… you don’t know. You can’t decide.

“Great, so nobody here knows what to do?” Hoshi is kind enough to address the whole group, instead of targeting you alone.

“What did I say? Why should she be in charge of us? We don’t even know her.” The tall one with narrow eyes isn’t as gentle as Hoshi, and targets you directly. They both glance up at you in disappointment, then back at the cloaked man as he walks even closer.Your head feels so heavy, just lifting it feels impossible. Why couldn’t you just choose?

“I told you we should’ve hid, but don’t blame one person for all of this...” Seokmin seems to be the only one backing you up, which does nothing but make you feel even guiltier.

The shorter one sighs, staring in frustration down at the ground. “We shouldn’t have trusted her with that big of a choice.”

“Jihoon, come on. Didn’t you say she saved you and Mingyu earlier?”

“Well, maybe I was wrong about her.”

( -1 Reputation: DK, Woozi )

With your head hung nervously, you don’t notice the sound of rhythmic footsteps heading your way. Everyone is lost in the heat of the argument, and nobody has any time to react before the cloaked stranger turns into the patch of trees you all stand in. You still can’t see his face, but the scar across the back of his hand is much more visible as he grips the knife tighter. Hoshi gasps and stumbles backwards, but you can hardly look up by the time the man makes a move. He stretches his empty hand out towards Joshua and Seokmin, grabbing at the unconscious boy’s shirt between them. “H-”

Before you can even blink, a fist emerges out of the corner of your eye, headed straight towards the cloaked stranger’s torso. As Soonyoung’s knuckles meet the man’s chest, his fist loosens around Vernon’s shirt collar, causing both Seokmin and Joshua to lose their grip as well. Vernon’s limp body hits the snow, and so does the cloaked man’s. As the stranger falls, his hand finally lets go of his bloody knife, skimming Soonyoung’s forearm on the way down. The injured boy stumbles backwards again, wincing in pain at the blood now dripping down towards his fingers.

( -1 Health: Vernon, Hoshi )

You don’t have any time to process the scene before you feel a hand push you towards the direction of the cable car.

Joshua stands behind you, urging you to move. “Hurry!”

All at once, your group takes off running. Joshua moves to help Seokmin lift Vernon, but before he can, his foot hits a rock, tripping himself and causing Seokmin to stumble over into the hard snow.

( -1 Health: Joshua, DK )

“I’m fine, keep moving!”

The cable car is about 30 feet away, and the cloaked man is beginning to rise back to his feet. You’re so close, 17 feet away, 13, 10...

“Fuck,” Wonwoo curses quietly as his foot slips out from under him. “Just a patch of hard snow, I’m fine.” 

( -1 Health: Wonwoo )

You’re so close. 8 feet, 5, 3...

The snowy mountain air swirls around you as you stumble through the cable car door. Your arm automatically moves to block the door frame to allow the boys to pile in. You count heads as the boys arrive, frantically forcing their way in through the entrance.

As the last boy, the short one that nodded to you in the hallway, passes through the door frame, he slams a button on the wall, causing the car door to slide shut. It seems like his hand is bleeding.

You find a seat in the very corner of the cable car and glance around at the other six as they all catch their breath. Directly across from you sits Hoshi and the short boy from the hallway. To your left is Seokmin, with Vernon’s head in his lap. You spot a fresh, large bruise on Vernon’s bicep, peeking from under his shirt sleeve. At his feet sits the boy who glared you down just earlier, the one who clearly does not trust you, rubbing at his shoulder in pain. Across from him, Joshua clutches the leg he’d tripped on. You turn to look out of the window, praying that these minor injuries are their last.

Nobody speaks for a second. The silence is eerily loud.

You break the quiet first, trying your best to take everyone’s mind off of the moment. “Hey… We made it.”

Nobody reacts right away, but out of the corner of your eye, you can see Seokmin nod his head softly. Being reminded of the others surely motivates them to keep moving.

“Soonyoung,” You continue, “That was cool back there... Your reflexes are so fast.”

“Of course they are.” He’s clearly not in a good mood, but his anger doesn’t stop him from accepting your compliment. The small one sitting next to him rolls his eyes. Now that you’re able to take a proper look, you can see that his hand really is bleeding, and a lot more than you’d expected.

( -1 Health: Woozi )

“Ah...” You feel responsible for his injury. “Your… your hand-”

“I’m fine.” He snaps.

With everyone angry, holding a conversation is nearly impossible. Maybe it’s just a panicked instinct, or maybe it’s the guilt you feel for not being able to decide what to do back there, but you persist regardless, rambling without thinking through your words.  “I’m… I’m glad you’re okay. I don’t know your name yet, but-”

“Jihoon.”

“Oh, nice to meet you.”

The second your mouth shuts, the car immediately falls back into deafening silence. For a while, the quiet guilts you even more, until a slight nudge on your arm causes you to look up in worry. You turn to your right to see Seokmin, smiling softly your way. You return the gesture, feeling just a little bit better, but barely.

The car eventually pulls into the station at the cliff of another mountain, and you breathe a sigh of relief. Everyone walks out ahead of you as the door slides open, straight into the arms of the others who’d been waiting. Their bond is strangely warming, but, of course, not to be questioned.

As they exchange hugs and fuss over one another’s wounds, you begin walking towards the cable car station without realizing. Minghao’s familiar voice calls out after you as you reach for the door knob.

“Don’t bother,” He explains, “We tried. It’s locked from inside. No windows, either.”

You frown to yourself, eyeing the dusty old door before walking along the wall, headed straight to the back of the station. The boys follow you in confusion, but you aren’t really sure what you’re doing either. The back walls are completely hidden behind vines and snow to the point that the wood isn’t even visible anymore, but you reach into the cold mess anyways. Your hand is freezing, but as you slide your fingers over the wooden wall, they close around a metal handle, and you turn it with a click.

The boys stare in astonishment as you pull open a rotted wood door.

“How’d you even see that? Good eye,” The first boy you met says, warmly patting your back and nodding for everyone to hurry in.

The boys filter into the abandoned station one by one. After counting twelve, the one you’d first met takes the door handle from your grip, gesturing for you to head on in first.

You walk into the room and flick a light switch on the wall. The bulb overhead flickers weakly before bursting, launching the room right back into the darkness it was before.

“No worries,” the boy says as he enters the room last, closing the door behind him. “Light would make us seen anyways.”

You don’t say anything as everyone scatters about the room, sitting amongst the floor, standing by the walls, some scavenging through drawers as thoroughly as they can. They really do move like clockwork, always in sync.

You lean against the closed door and catch your breath.

The boy you first met clears his throat yet again. “Is everyone okay? Does anyone need anything?”

The boys one by one assure each other on their wellbeing before bringing up the topic of getting back home. Some of them begin to suggest ideas, but they all wind up without any clue as to what happens next. You hear a lot of them mention calling the manager and returning to the company. You have zero clue what they mean.

The boys sit in uncertainty for a while before the first one places a hand on your shoulder. “”And how about you? Are you okay?”

The boys take notice of you for the first time in a while. It seems like they forgot all about you, lost in their worry over each other, but you find yourself thankful for anyone asking at all.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you say, feeling oddly embarrassed. It’s threatening, in a way, to have so many people staring at you at once.

“Any ideas for our next move?” The boy asks.

“Um..” You look around and meet their eyes one by one in the dark, “...I think we need to rest before anything.”

The group nods in approval, finally taking their eyes off of yours and falling back into their own quiet conversations. You take a deep breath, heart pounding as though you’d just passed a test.

“Then we’ll stay here for tonight and leave tomorrow.” the first boy you met announces, “Rest up for now.”

He walks over to you as everyone around him settles down. “Hey, I just realized you don’t know us yet.”

You shake your head, and over the next hour find yourself sitting against the wall beside him as he goes through each stranger one by one.

After getting to know almost everyone, he turns to you with a warm smile. “Now the only name you don’t know is mine. I’m Seungcheol, but you can call me Coups. What’s your name?”

Before you can answer, a commotion starts up on the other side of the room. The boys hurry over to Vernon, whispering and gasping at the sight of the boy pulling himself slowly into a sitting position. He’s finally conscious.

“Bro,” Soonyoung yells, clearly not too angry anymore, “That girl over there saved your life!”

The boys move aside, allowing Vernon to meet your eyes. He stares blankly for a moment, a little too long. He’s dazed. You know the feeling. “I- Ah- thanks…?”

You shoot him a quick grin before everyone surrounds him once again.

As everyone settles in for the night, you do your best to practice names in your head. Junhui, Seungkwan, Jihoon… You turn to look at the figure lying next to Seokmin. It’s the boy from the garage, Vernon. For a moment, the moonlight makes it look like he’s staring at you, but now you can clearly tell that he’s fast asleep. Strange.

Satisfied at your progress with the group’s names, you finally drift off into a drowsy slumber. For once, you are able to rest. For hours, it is peaceful.

That is, until the sound of footsteps awakens you. You bolt upright into a sitting position as the boys around you wake up slowly. Coups puts his pointer finger to his lips in a shushing motion, warning you all to stay quiet.

By the sounds of it, the abductors have caught up.

“Shit. they found us.” Jihoon whispers.

“We gotta go.” Wonwoo says, rising cautiously to his feet, “Before they see us in here.”

Jeonghan shakes his head in fear. He clutches at his hurt leg. “What do you expect me to do? Run?”

“How are we supposed to hide in here? They’ll take us. Or worse, some of us.” Dino frowns. Minghao nods in agreement. “If we’re outside, we can at least run. If we stay here, we’re trapped.”

You all watch as Mingyu unlocks the front door, peering out the crack just a bit before carefully closing it again. He turns to you all with a confident stare. “They’re not that close yet. We can sneak past them.”

Coups, clearly panicked, turns to face you. “What do we do?”

His eyes are full of trust, yet pure terror. Your heart is beating at a hundred miles a minute, but everyone’s panicked and waiting for an answer. You level your eyes with Coups and match the intensity behind his stare. You have to do what’s right.

- Sneak out?

or

- Hide?

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NamKook angst requested

yay, I got this done and I am so sorry that it took me so long to do! I will say this now, this isn't my greatest angst and I think I did poorly on this. So enjoy.

Warning: attempted suicide and mentions of alcohol.

Too young; that is what Jungkook was always told.

“Hyung, can I go to the club with you guys?”

“No Kookie, you are too young”

“Hyung, can I watch this movie with you?” “Sorry Kookie, you are a bit too young.”

Being told he was too young irritated the golden maknae and it made it even worse when one of the people telling him that he was too young was the one he loved the most; BTS’ leader, Rap Monster AKA Kim Namjoon.

“KOOKIE~!”  Hoseok yells and hugs the younger from behind as they walk back to their dressing room after they finish performing Blood, Sweat and Tears on Inkigayo for the second time this month. The maknae chuckles at his hyung’s energy and he sits on the couch while checking his phone. He sees a message notification and he opens his texts. “Hey, a bunch of us are going out for some clubbing and drinks tonight? You wanna come with~?” the message read and he sighs while typing back to the other.

“How many people are you talking about BamBam?” he hits send and he plays a few games while waiting for the other 97 liner to text him back. A few minutes later, his phone buzzes signaling that the Thai male has messaged him and he takes a look at what the other said.

“Well so far I got Yugyeommie, DK, Mingyu and Minghao to come along so 6 if you come as well~!” BamBam’s message read and Jungkook looks when a shadow blocks the building lights. The maknae looks up to see Jimin standing there and he gives a small smile towards the other. “What cha reading there Kookie~?” the elder asks a bit too loudly catching the other members’ attention and takes a seat next to the youngest member.

“A message from BamBam. He wants to know if I can go out to hang out with him and some others,” Jungkook says, leaving out the part about drinking and clubbing so he doesn’t worry his hyungs. “I don’t see why you-“Jin begins saying, but is cut off by a different voice.

“Absolutely not. Knowing BamBam, he will be bringing you out for drinks and taking you to a club,” Namjoon says crossing his arms and giving a stern look, “plus you are too young for that kind of stuff.”

 The maknae stands up and looks at the leader with a stern look as well and he walks over to the elder.

“I am the same age as them for your information Namjoon hyung so I am not too young and I haven’t been able to hang out with my friends because of our comeback. Please, let me go out with them. Just for one night,” Jungkook pleads trying to get the elder to give in and he gives his best puppy eyes.

“I don’t care if you are the same age as them. My answer is still no,” Namjoon says and goes to get his makeup removed. The maknae frowns and sits in one of the chairs to get his makeup removed as well then he pulls out his phone to text BamBam back.

“I’ll go. Meet me outside the dorm at 9,” he hits the send button and gives a side glare in Namjoon’s direction.

*Time skip; 8:50 pm*

Jungkook quietly looks around the hall to make sure the members that stayed in the dorm (Jin suggested that they go out since Jungkook wasn’t allowed to go out with his friends) are sleeping then he gets up to get ready to go. He pulls on a pair of tight black jeans that show off his well-toned thighs, a loose white t-shirt and his boots (not the ones he usually wears) then he grabs his phone and wallet. He checks the time and he quietly sneaks out to wait for the others to show up. He sees a black van pull up and the door is opened to reveal Yugyeom looking at him with a slight smile. “Hey Kook. Hurry up and get in. Bammie is getting impatient cause we aren’t at the club yet,” the other says as Jungkook slides into the seat. He greets the other three people in the car as they drive off to their destination and he feels his phone buzz in his pocket letting him know he has a call. Jungkook looks at the phone and his smile is lost seeing that the caller is none other than Namjoon.

“Is your babysitter calling you? Dude, just ignore it,” Yugyeom says from the front seat of the van and the maknae of BTS hits the ignore call button while putting his phone back in his pocket. The van stops in front of a very full club and Jungkook notices that all the people going in are males then he shoots a confused look at BamBam who gives a sheepish grin.

“Come on, let’s go inside before it gets too full. Remember, we aren’t idols tonight, just some guys looking for some fun~!” BamBam exclaims and hops of the car while grabbing Yugyeom’s hand in his own. The group of 6 enters the club and the bass of the song hits the BTS maknae in the chest, hard, but in a good way. They all head to a booth in the corner of the club and the Thai male gets up from the seat.

“I’ll be back~! I’m gonna go order us some shots to start this night out right~!” the other yells over the music and rushes to the bar. After 5 shots, Jungkook continues to sit in the booth while he watches Yugyeom, BamBam, Mingyu and Minghao on the dance floor, grinding against one another (BamBam on Yugyeom and Minghao on Mingyu) and DK flirting with some random cute guy on the other side of the room. He downs the rest of his drink before getting up and heading to the dance floor himself. The maknae of BTS dances alone for about 2 and a half songs when he feels hands on his waist pulling his back against a broad chest and he smirks feeling that the other is half hard.

“You like me dancing that much~?” He whispers back in the person’s ear as the man starts kissing and sucking on his neck earning a moan from the other, “let’s take this somewhere private ok handsome~?”

*Time skip; the next morning*

Jungkook walks up to the sound of clothes rustling and he opens his eyes to see a figure standing in the middle of the room looking for their clothes. His eyes adjust to the light and they go wide when they see who the figure is.

“N-Namjoon hyung?”  Jungkook stutters causing the older male to freeze in the middle of putting his clothes back on and the leader of BTS looks over to see the younger male awake and sitting up in the bed, “D-Did we…have sex?”

“Jungkook, forget everything that happened last night ok? I was drunk, you were drunk, it was a mistake,” Namjoon says with a sigh and he puts the rest of his clothes on. The elder leaves the room, leaving Jungkook alone, naked and heartbroken.

‘It was a mistake….that’s right Kookie…..your love for him is a mistake,’ the younger thinks to himself and he breaks down while sobbing. The next few weeks after the incident, the members see how tense and awkward things are between Namjoon and Jungkook while seeing how the maknae rarely smiles now.

“Kookie, are you ok?” Taehyung asks one night when they are at dinner, being concerned over his best friend barely touching his food and playing with it instead.

“I’m fine Taetae hyung. Just not very hungry,” Jungkook says quietly and he gets up from his seat, “I’m going to bed early. Goodnight.”

The maknae closes the door to his room and he lies on his bed while some tears fall from his eyes.

‘I can’t do this anymore….i can’t keep pretending that my feelings for Namjoon hyung aren’t a thing anymore. I don’t deserve to be in his presence anymore,’ Jungkook thinks and he pulls out a pill bottle from under his pillow and he pours a handful into the palm of his hand. He closes his eyes and swallows all the pills then he lies down and the last thing he remembers is someone yelling his name. When he opens his eyes again, he sees a bright light above him and he squints his eyes.

“Am I in heaven?” he whispers and he jumps hearing a new voice speak.

“You’re in the hospital you moron,” the voice says and the maknae of BTS looks up to see Namjoon sitting next to him, “what were you thinking Kookie? You could have died and we would’ve lost you forever.”

Jungkook gets tears in his eyes and begins sobbing making Namjoon worry and hug the younger close to him.

“Shh, Kookie, it’s ok. We aren’t mad at you,” the elder says and rubs the 97 liner’s back, trying to comfort the crying male.

“N-Namjoon hyung….i-I love you…as more than a h-hyung,” Jungkook confesses and his sobs are captured by a pair of lips on his own.

“I love you too Kookie. For now, let’s just focus on you getting better than we will talk about our first date~” Namjoon says and gently kisses the younger again. Later on that day when the others come to see how their maknae was doing, they find the leader and the maknae in the bed together, snuggling with small, content smiles on their faces.