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The thud and crash Jungkook hears pounding in his ears doesn’t come from Jimin’s limp body dropping off the stage and into the merciless speakers positioned below them, but from his heart.

It happened in the tick of a second, but it doesn’t stop tearing into and echoing through every hollow part of Jungkook even as Jimin’s hair shifts when he finally finally stands or when Jungkook’s holding Jimin’s hand before he has to climb into his ride to the hospital as if it’s the most fragile thing he’s ever touched.

And Jungkook would think Jimin is the most fragile thing he’s ever touched, the way Jimin’s eyes twinkle like fire-blown glass whenever he looks at him, Jimin’s teeth white like papery eggshells whenever he is the reason for his smile, the way the purple black bruises develop too quickly on Jimin’s forehead, if he didn’t know how terribly delicate his own heart was.