This chapter may be triggering for some readers. You have been warned.

◁ 15 December 20xx ▷
◁ 17:32 ▷

No one quite remembered what had happened two nights ago; all that was remembered was the loud music and the taste of alcohol. However, they knew something must have happened that night. Something that caused seven to turn to six.

The others had gone to see the body, everyone but Jungkook. He couldn't. He just couldn't. He couldn't look at his hyung's lifeless face. He couldn't bare to witness his still, stationary. He couldn't face the fact that his heart stopped beating. Taehyung was his euphoria; he didn't want him to be gone.

The young boy brought his hands up to his face in agony. He was finding it hard to breathe; the thought of Taehyung actually being dead was choking him. The thoughts began accelerating in his head. His breath began coming in gasps and his heart was hammering inside his chest as though it was a rabbit running, trying to escape, trying not to die. Kook felt the room slowly spin as he fell to the floor trying to make everything slow down to something that his brain and body could cope with. He felt sick. He felt like dying.

He shook while taking a few steps, reaching for his phone. He needed to call someone. He gripped the edge of the table tightly, trying to stabilise himself and stop him from falling.....falling......dying.....dead....Taehyung...he's gone.....Unable to take the voices in his head, Kook slammed his hand on the table, only to then discard all the items on the wooden furniture, throwing them away. The room echoed with the sound of broken glass and plastic.

His phone. He needed his phone. He fumbled as he finally got it in his grasp, crouching back on the floor with the device in his hands. He was shaking. He felt sick. He needed to call someone. His phone began ringing in his hands but he couldn't make out who it was. The ringing was hurting his ears, causing him to discard the phone and tremble on the floor. He needed help. But his help wasn't there....his help was gone...gone...-

A loud hammering infiltrated the room. "JUNGKOOK! OPEN THE DOOR!"

-...left him....gone....dead....gone....his love was gone...Blackness. Blackness began creeping in. "Hyun....hyung" he choked out, "hel...help m-me..." He was on the floor. The room began spinning-

"JUNGKOOK PLEASE!!"
Loud crashes were echoing through the room. Someone was trying to break in. Someone was trying to save him.
"HOLD ON KOOK! HOLD ON A LITTLE LONGER."

-His eyelids began fluttering. It was getting hard to hold on...blackness......spinning...his help was gone....dead....gone. He couldn't hold on. Not anymore.

At that moment, the door broke open, revealing a pale, breathless man. The man ran towards Kook and held him close, soothing his back, cradling him as though he were a baby. "Shhhhh....I'm here. I'm here Jungkook. It's ok. Breathe. You can breathe."

Feeling a slight bit of comfort, Kook raised his arms to hug the older back. They were crying in each other's arms, unable to hold back all their emotions. "You stupid boy! Do you know how worried I was?! You could have at least picked up your phone." Kook tried to speak, but all that came out of him were sniffles and quiet sobs.

"I'm never leaving you alone again. I'm staying with you. I'm going to help you. We are going to get over this issue. Alright Jungkook-ah?" The mans voice cracked as he said those words. His eyes were glossed over and he was thankful he decided to show up on time; he couldn't bare to think what could have happened if he didn't.

"Y-Yoongi-hyung...." He whispered. Kook felt comfort. He felt comfort being embraced in the arms of someone who cared. Someone who really cared.

He wasn't alone. He had someone now. Someone that could help him.

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A/N:
This chapter was a little shorter than the prologue. Hope it was still good.

*throws heart confetti at you*
See you again next time