Yoongi held Jungkook tighter, not caring about the tears that soaked through his shirt. He could feel the tremors of the younger boy’s sobs, and he didn’t mind one bit.

“I’m so sorry we didn’t notice before, bun,” Namjoon said softly, his thumb gently rubbing Jungkook's hand. The sincerity in his voice made Jungkook’s heart ache.

"Don't be sorry," Jungkook mumbled, his voice weak and exhausted. Namjoon’s heart clenched.

“You’re safe now,” Yoongi promised, his voice low and steady, filled with reassurance. “That man can’t hurt you anymore, bub, and your hyungs are here with you, okay?”

Jungkook nodded. “Thank you,” he whispered, the words barely a breath.

Yoongi’s hand rubbed his back soothingly, just as Namjoon spoke again, his voice quiet but with an underlying concern. “Yoongi hyung… it sounds like PTSD to me.”

Yoongi paused, lips pressed tightly together, before he nodded in agreement. "I was thinking the same thing."

“PTSD?” Jungkook mumbled, the word feeling foreign on his tongue. “But… it’s nothing major. Just something stupid. I was just being sensitive… I’m too sensitive, that’s all.”

Namjoon’s hand tightened around Jungkook’s, the tenderness in his touch showing how much he understood. “Jungkook-ah, PTSD doesn’t always come from accidents or near-death situations. In your case… it’s the emotional trauma you’ve carried with you. The constant pressure, the fear, and the way you’ve been treated… that’s what weighs on you, love. Your wounds haven’t healed yet. They’re still hurting.”

Jungkook felt the sting in his chest. He didn’t want to be weak. He didn’t want to admit that something had broken inside of him, but the reality was clear. He was hurting, and he didn’t know how to fix it alone.

Namjoon continued, his voice gentle but firm. “I really believe seeing a therapist would help. You’ve been through a lot, and it’s not something you can fix on your own. We’re here for you, Jungkook, but therapy could give you the professional help you need. It’s okay to ask for that.”

Jungkook hesitated, his chest tightening. He didn’t want to feel like he couldn’t handle things. He wanted to feel strong again, to be the person everyone saw him as. But he couldn’t keep pretending that he had it all together.

“I want to,” Jungkook whispered after a long pause, “but…”

The familiar dread twisted in his stomach, a gnawing feeling he couldn't ignore.

“‘But’?” Namjoon gently prodded, sensing the hesitation.

“Will hyungs be there too?” Jungkook’s voice wavered. “I don’t want to be alone…”

Yoongi squeezed him tighter, his voice soft but unwavering. “Oh, Jungkookie, hyungs will be with you. Every step of the way.”

Namjoon joined the embrace, ruffling Jungkook’s hair affectionately. He made a mental note to update the other members and Sejin. Jungkook needed this, more than anything. His well-being came first. No schedule, no work, nothing was more important than making sure Jungkook felt safe and supported.

“We’ll be here, always,” Namjoon promised, his voice full of conviction. “You’re not alone in this, Kookie.”

The end!