He is healing. Slowly. Real slow. But he can feel himself healing.

He smiles when Jimin wrestles him to the ground for joking about his height. He giggles when Jin exaggeratedly scolds Namjoon for stepping into his kitchen, crying out that he is a walking catastrophe.

He laughs when Hoseok dances with him on a slow song during the break time, commenting on the maknae's thin waist. He sighs in content when Yoongi tugs Jungkook into his lap and embraces him in a sudden hug.

And slowly, but surely, Jungkook is healing.

He still cries. Still feels a sudden drop in his mood but he remembers Yoongi's words.

Their arms were open for him.

Seven pairs waiting to catch him if he fell.

He'd be okay, he'd be better someday. With them, to catch him, he just knew it.

The end

Sorry, this was...all over the place. My bad, my anxiety has been acting up again and today I feel totally lost. I guess my fic gives that away. It's so...chaotic. I'm sorry.