Fused

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Killed. Dead. Gone.

Jungkook still couldn't accept his big brother was never coming back.

Who would do such a thing? Yoongi never had any enemies. He always kept his head down and didn't get involved in any drama.

If Jungkook wasn't at Taehyungs that night, would he have been murdered too? Would the killer have spared Yoongi to kill Jungkook?

He had thought he had cried all the tears already, but he surprised himself when new ones welled up in his eyes.

He buried his face in Hollys fur as the puppy slept in his arms.

He heard his phone vibrate on the desk beside his bed, but he was too weak and tired to grab it.

He knew he should answer it, since it was most likely Taehyung checking up on him, but he couldn't find the strength in him to roll over.

He was about to fall asleep, something he did all the time now, when his door opened and his parents came in.

"Jungkookie..." his mom said. "Come on, we're taking you to a doctor."

And that's when Jungkook realized all the things his parents had said to him previously were lies.

"It's just a cold, Kook."

"It's not serious."

"You don't need medication or surgery."

"You'll be fine."

"Everything will be okay, Kookie."