#we are bulletproof
What I need for we are bulletproof is a side by side concept image now vs then in the same outfits (minus namjoons hair )
Part 14 of the Boys with Luv series
Pairing: Reader x BTS, BTS x BTS
Summary: The members help Y/N through her recovery
Warnings: Mentions of rape, self-harm and suicidal thoughts, domestic abuse, kidnapping, PTSD flashbacks
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AN: This is going to be quite a sensitive chapter, containing topics that could trigger some people. Please proceed with care. Sorry it’s been so late for me to update guy, I’ve just started univeristy and it has been hard to get back into the work-life balance, but I’m back! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys!
It had been a few hours since Y/N’s surgery and Jungkook had not stopped nibbling on his thumb nail since Yoongi had told him what had happened. He felt awful over what had happened, even though his hyungs had told him multiple times that it wasn’t his fault. But telling him that would never change what had happened, would it?
He noticed Yoongi was staring at him and turned his head away. Footsteps approached and Yoongi was kneeling down in front of him. “Stop beating yourself up about all of this,” Yoongi urged. “It is not your fault, okay?”
“Why didn’t I go after her? I noticed she had left her phone just after she left the room. I should have taken it to her, and then maybe she wouldn’t have been taken.” Jungkook grumbled to himself. Yoongi brushed the hair out of his face.
“Even if you had gone after her, she would have still gone home and since Sejin had been intercepted, it still would have been Jackson waiting for her.” Yoongi said. “Now, these arms need to be stitched up because they keep bleeding.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened as a wave of nauseating anxiety washed over him. “What if they tell the company that I did this to myself?” He asked. “They might terminate my contract, hyung!”
“They won’t do that.” Yoongi reassured him. “It will all be okay.” He took hold of one of Jungkook’s hands between his own. “Now, please, can we get your arms stitched up.”
“Promise they won’t terminate my contract, hyung?” Jungkook did not want that to happen. It would kill him to not be able to perform and sing and dance in front of ARMY.
“I’ll make sure they won’t.” Yoongi said firmly, straightening up. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”
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“Hyung, how much longer until her surgery is finished?” Jimin asked, looking up at Hoseok. The younger boy had been having a quick nap so his face was all puffy and swollen with sleep.
“Soon, baby boy. The surgery will be finished soon.” Hoseok stroked Jimin’s hair gently. “And Kookie will be back from getting his arms stitched any moment now.”
Jimin hummed in acknowledgment and shuffled on Hoseok’s lap to get comfy. “She’ll be okay, won’t she, hyung?” He said.
“Of course she will. She’s just going to need a lot of help from us to get better. It’s going to take some time, but she will be okay.” Hoseok said. He knew that what had happened to her would definitely affect Y/N a lot, and it would take all of them to help her get to the end of her road to recovery.
Footsteps approached them, making Hoseok look up from staring down at Jimin. Yoongi and Jungkook were back. The maknae’s arms were wrapped up in bandages and there were tear stains on his cheeks. He was tucked into Yoongi’s side. Hoseok found it endearing that even though Jungkook was taller than Yoongi, he would always find a way to look small next to his hyung.
“How’d it go?” Namjoon asked from where he was sat with Taehyung and Jin.
“He’s okay. Only a couple were deep enough to need stitches.” Yoongi said as he sat down in one of the waiting room chairs that faced the doors to the OR.
“How are you feeling Koo? Do you need some water?” Hoseok asked. Jungkook nodded his head, curling up on Yoongi’s lap. “Okay, Jiminie love, I need to get up.” Jimin nodded and slid off Hoseok’s lap. Hoseok quickly got some water and handed it to the maknae.
“How’s he doing?” Hoseok asked, looking up at Yoongi, who shook his head.
“He’s scared Y/N isn’t going to love him anymore because of what he did.” Yoongi said.
“Kookie, is that true?” Jimin was knelt down in front of Jungkook now. He reached out and took hold of one of his hands.
“I’m sorry.” Jungkook started crying again.
“It’s okay, bun. It’s all okay.” Yoongi rocked the youngest gently.
Jimin kissed the back of Jungkook’s hand. “Y/N will never ever be able to stop loving you.” He said softly.
“Exactly.” Hoseok agreed. Y/N loved each and every one of them endlessly and he knew that nothing that they could do would make her love them any less. That was something he was extremely confident in because he knew that none of them would do anything drastic that could cause their whole dynamic to change. “She knows that none of this is your fault, okay? You could not have known that Jackson would have been planning something that extreme, so please stop beating yourself up about it.” He said, stroking the younger boy’s hair. “I promise you, Koo, she will never stop loving you.”
Jungkook glanced up at Hoseok. His doe eyes were glistening with tears that were yet to fall and his long eyelashes were clumped together from the tears that had fallen. And in Hoseok’s eyes, he still looked ethereal. “You swear?”
“I swear on my life, baby.” Hoseok said, kissing the top of the maknae’s head. “Okay?” Jungkook paused before nodding. He sniffed and wiped away his tears, his crying beginning to cease. “You know, she’s going to be awake soon, and then you can go and see her.”
Jungkook’s eyes lit up at this. “Really?” Hoseok nodded.
“Really, baby. She’s going to be just fine.”
There was some peaceful quiet as the boys waited for the doctors to let them know that they could see their soulmate. But…
“Where is my sister?” A male voice shouted as footsteps thundered into the waiting room. A boy who seemed younger than Jungkook. “Where is she?” He had almost shoulder length blond hair and was very handsome. He also had dancer legs. He turned and saw the seven boys just watching him. He narrowed his eyes as he took them in. “Who the fuck are you? And where the fuck is my sister?”
BOYFRIEND MATERIAL
They are so cute when they speak Spanish
LEARNING ENGLISH WITH JUNGKOOK
COMEBACK ON 10TH JUNE
I wrote this earlier but couldn’t stop crying enough to post it and then I rewatched it and cried some more
I’m crying so much. I’m sitting here next to my new purple crutches that arrived about an hour ago. It took me about a year to get the courage to order them. I know they will enable me and I should forget the things I’ve been told, like what if I ‘look’ disabled or that I’m giving in, but it’s an ongoing journey to learn and accept that I can do things in my own way and not to let fear of getting it wrong or upsetting others hold me back. That I can be proud of who I am as a disabled person and still find it hard. Love myself despite- or even because- of everything no matter what I’m told. It’s a daily process and I couldn’t do it without them.
They say you find BTS when you need them the most. For me, I was at the start of a very long journey. A few years, 8 diagnoses, multiple hospital trips, doctors and countless tears later and I know I probably wouldn’t still be here without them. Every day they help me in so many ways. They make me laugh when the pain is unbearable, help me cry when I just need to let it out but let me know it’s ok, show me why I keep fighting but remind me it’s ok not to be positive all the time and I’m allowed to be angry sometimes. I will never be 'well’, whatever this is.
My life will never be how I thought it would be. Sometimes it breaks my heart- when you’re little you don’t think that one day you’ll wake up in pain and it will never go away- and the grief process is long and complicated. But someone once gave me an analogy that I think describes the meaning of this song for me so well. They said that when you’re grieving, something or someone is gone from your life and that part will never be filled. You can’t replace it, that part of your world will always be missed. But as time goes on your world expands and new space opens up for new things and new people and even though it still hurts, there’s a whole new part of your life and your own little mikrokosmos of people and memories and things that make you smile and for me, that is what BTS and ARMY are. I might be lonely sometimes and it might hurt, but I’m not alone because as an ARMY I have not only seven who mean so much to me and make my world so bright but a whole family of army who are so kind and encourage me every day. I hope I can be part of that for BTS and other ARMY who need it too
Also I’m too tired for another ramble that probably no one will read anyway but the Whalien reference gets me so much because as an autistic person I often feel so disconnected from everything and everyone else but BTS is the bridge that seems to help me cross that gap. They might speak another language but I’ve finally found a frequency that I can tune into and it’s a wonderful feeling. It feels like home.
PROOF -Bangtan
Get ready to stream- PROOF- released 6/10
WE ARE BULLETPROOF
WE ARE BULLETPROOF
Joon
Just made this last night and then they announced pre-orders today ♀️
