The soft morning light seeped through the hospital room blinds, casting pale, hesitant rays across the room. Jungkook blinked, waking up in the sterile silence, remembering where he was and why. The previous day's memories resurfaced with jarring clarity: the fall, the backstage chaos, the doctor's steady voice breaking the news. The word "arrhythmia" echoed in his mind, heavy and foreign, like a weight he didn't yet know how to carry.

The stillness was broken by soft footsteps and quiet voices outside his door. He barely had time to brace himself before it creaked open, and his six brothers filed in, their faces lined with fatigue and worry, but layered with smiles meant for his comfort. Namjoon was first, his presence calm and grounding. Behind him came Jin, Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi, each carrying something to offer him—whether a smile, a look of reassurance, or simply their quiet, unwavering presence.

"Morning, Kookie," Taehyung said, his voice soft but warm as he approached Jungkook's bedside. He reached over and gently ruffled his hair, the familiar gesture easing some of Jungkook's nerves. "Gave us a bit of a scare yesterday, didn't you?"

Jungkook forced a small, sheepish smile. "Sorry about that," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Didn't mean to make it such a big deal."

"Don't apologize," Jimin said firmly, sitting down at the edge of the bed. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "You've been pushing yourself so hard for so long, Kookie. We just... we all want you to take care of yourself." His voice softened. "For all our sakes."

Yoongi, who had been standing a bit off to the side, finally spoke up, his voice quiet but carrying weight. "Jungkook, we've been through so much together already. And we're still here. None of us would ever leave you to deal with this alone. If you need more time to rest, then we'll find a way to make that work. You're family. That's bigger than any schedule or performance."

Jungkook's chest tightened again, but this time with the overwhelming warmth of their support. He had known, on some level, that they would care, but hearing it so plainly made it all feel more real. He looked around at each of them, taking in their expressions—there was no frustration, no impatience, only love and genuine concern. But still, the guilt lingered, and he found himself looking away, unable to fully meet their eyes.

Jin cleared his throat, stepping forward with a familiar, comforting smile. "Besides," he added, trying to lift the weight in the room, "you're not that special, Kookie. We've all had our share of issues." He flashed a grin and lifted a thermos he'd brought along. "I thought you might like some soup. Something warm and comforting."

The smell of Jin's cooking filled the room as he unscrewed the lid, and Jungkook felt a pang of nostalgia. Jin had made this soup for him countless times before—a reminder of home, of warmth, and of simpler times. "Thanks, hyung," he said, managing a small smile. He accepted the thermos gratefully, his hands curling around it as if holding on to the comfort it represented.

"Yeah," Taehyung added, grinning as he nudged Jungkook's shoulder playfully. "You're just finally catching up to us old guys. Getting older comes with a few aches and pains, you know?"

Laughter filled the room, lightening the air as the tension dissolved. For a moment, it felt like any other day—teasing, camaraderie, the gentle ribbing that spoke of years of friendship. Jungkook found himself laughing along with them, the knot in his chest loosening, if only for a moment.

But as the laughter faded, a quiet settled, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Namjoon finally broke the silence. "I've been reading up on arrhythmia, Kook. It's manageable, especially with the right lifestyle changes and treatments. We're all here to help you with that. And the doctor said we'll work together to create a plan that balances everything. You're not in this alone."

Jungkook absorbed Namjoon's words, feeling his guilt waver slightly, replaced by a tentative sense of hope. But there were still doubts, fears lurking just below the surface. "But what if... what if I can't keep up? What if I'm never the same again?"

Jimin reached over and took one of Jungkook's clenched fists in his own hands, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Kook, you don't have to be perfect. We love you for you—not for how fast you dance or how high you can jump. We'll work through this together."

Jungkook felt the tension melt away under Jimin's steady gaze. He was overwhelmed, a part of him wanting to argue, to keep insisting that he didn't deserve this level of support. But their words, their presence—they were too real, too sincere to deny.

Jin, sensing the lingering weight, placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to carry everything on your own. We've all had our moments, and we'll have more. That's what family does—we share the burdens." He opened a second container of food, setting it on the small bedside table. "Eat up. You're going to need all the energy you can get."

One by one, the members shared stories, moments meant to distract and uplift him. Hoseok told him about a funny incident that happened during practice when he tripped on his own shoelaces, drawing laughter from everyone. Yoongi, ever the quiet support, offered a few dry remarks that made them all smile, his understated humor filling the room with warmth.

They spent the next hour together, the conversation drifting between lighthearted stories and quiet reassurances, a steady flow of love and support. Jungkook felt his heart swelling with gratitude, a comfort he hadn't realized he needed settling into his bones. His brothers were there, each in their own way, creating a sense of calm that chased away the worst of his fears.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, Namjoon finally suggested they let him rest. But Jungkook felt a pang of panic at the thought of being left alone, the reality of his condition too stark, too real when the room emptied. Sensing his hesitation, Hoseok gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "We'll be back first thing tomorrow, I promise," he said, his voice soft and steady.

Jimin lingered by the door, his face softened by a mix of concern and quiet affection. "We're just a call away, Kookie. You don't have to go through any of this alone."

They left, one by one, each of them casting one last look before closing the door behind them. As the silence settled, Jungkook let out a shaky breath, the full weight of everything pressing down on him. He looked down at his hands, still gripping the thermos Jin had left, a small, comforting reminder of their visit.

For the first time since hearing the diagnosis, he felt something stir inside him—a fragile, tentative hope. His brothers had seen him at his most vulnerable, his most broken, and yet they had stayed. They'd reassured him, held him up, and offered their strength without hesitation. No matter what happened, they would be there, and he could rely on them.

Taking a deep breath, he lay back against the pillow, letting himself sink into the warmth of their support. And as his eyes drifted closed, he clung to the small but powerful certainty that, whatever the future held, he wouldn't be facing it alone.