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Jungkook didn’t want to die. Yesterday he watched a documentary about the hardest jobs in the world. He was lucky he wouldn't die of a sulfate intoxication in his fifties because he has to work in a volcano to feed his family. He wasn’t a mine worker. Jungkook wasn’t anything at all. He wasn’t smart. Nor pretty. He was floating through the air like a dust particle. Right now, he was craving a cigarette. Even though he quit two years ago. He was kind of tired and kind of not.
He stared at his white ceiling and wondered if he should leave his apartment to get cigarettes.
He hadn’t left his apartment in two days. If he doesn't have to, Jungkook doesn’t leave. Why should he? All his strength went to keeping him alive. He knew it was a bad idea to go outside to get cigarettes, but he also kind of wanted to. He had one a few weeks ago because he craved one. It tasted awful. He hated it and wondered why, years ago, he even started. Now he is back to craving cigarettes. That’s how it is with addictions.
Jungkook rubbed his neck to get rid of the tension in his muscles. He felt like shit. By now he hadn’t been feeling well for years. His ears were ringing. His head was throbbing. His stomach was cramping and his lower back hurt like hell.
He didn’t even know how he made it this far.
It’s probably his discipline, his iron will, somehow Jungkook didn’t want to give up. Despite it all.
Jungkook was known for his discipline. When he got diagnosed with depression a friend of his told him he didn’t believe him.
“I wouldn’t have guessed,” he had said.
Jungkook has been thinking of dying since he was thirteen. It’s impossible for him to count how often he thought about suicide. He doesn’t want to die. He will never take his own life. The thoughts remain - Why don't you die? Why aren’t you dead? He lives with his thoughts and never says them out loud. Therefore his friend couldn’t have known that Jungkook thinks about dying a lot. There was a time Jungkook called himself an asshole in his head constantly. He doesn’t know why.
Would he have known he has depression? No.
Jungkook simply hated being alive. Even though he wasn’t a mine worker with a life expectation of fifty years. He worked, purely and simply, at a supermarket restocking the shelves. The wage was enough to keep him alive. Above Jungkook’s head hung a poster of a waterfall. He bought it to make his room look more warm. More happier. It looks like he tried and miserably failed to decorate his room. Each day Jungkook wakes up and wishes to be someone else.
In the end he succumbed to his addiction and left to get himself cigarettes. At eight o’clock in the evening.
The cigarettes tasted like shit. Jungkook didn’t know why he had been craving one. It made him laugh. His first laugh of the day. He puffed the cigarette. Just because. He spent money on it after all. It’s not like he had a lot. The night was cold and dark. Jungkook had always found the darkness way more appealing than the daylight. Less people on the street. Less noise. Less everything.
He could exist in a vacuum.
Jungkook inhaled the smoke and coughed. In the distance orange lights glowed. The street lamps flickered above him. Jungkook's hand grew cold holding the cigarette. Jungkook wasn’t always like this. There was a time he was more lively. Most of the time he felt better in May. Sometimes he didn’t. The worst month was December. He had stopped hurting himself a long time ago but whenever he relapsed. It was in December.
This time he was lucky he relapsed into his smoking addiction and not into cutting his flesh.
He knew he should go back to therapy. But at this point in his life there is nothing left he hadn’t told a therapist. Some of them Jungkook thought did more harm than good. For now, Jungkook stayed away. He knew what’s going on with him.
Depression.
It sneaked up at him and didn't let go. Like a wild animal that has sunk his teeth into Jungkook’s flesh. Like a black cloud raining down on him. Like a monster eating up all of his happiness. Like weights have been placed on his shoulder.
It hurt. It kept him awake. It made him unable to form a clear thought.
Jungkook laughed out loud again. Maybe he was being a bit melodramatic. Maybe he needed to get out more. Needed to change his life a bit. Needed to sign up for a stupid drawing course or a sports class. Something like that. That makes him move. Makes him think less about himself and more about others. About Life. Weren’t it for the pain.
His constant companion.
The reason Jungkook was diagnosed with depression. He lived in constant pain. Who wouldn’t be depressed? Whatever Jungkook tried, it resulted in more questions than answers. Tomorrow he will be able to add another disappointment to his long history of doctor’s appointments and hospital visits.
Jungkook sat in a doctor's office like a shadow of himself, slouching on the chair, half leaning against the white wall beside him. Exhaustion written into his bones. His body trembled even though he was sweating. The receptionist had given him worried looks, but also left him in the waiting room with the words that Dr. Kim can make miracles happen.
Jungkook has heard it all.
He has been to countless doctor’s offices and hospitals. Having been given so many diagnoses and prescribed medications he had lost count. Slowly this unknown sickness has been eating him up. It started off so innocently. With tinnitus. At first he didn't even realize his ears were ringing, now it’s a constant buzzing, making his head throb.
Jungkook yawned.
The constant pain also affected his ability to sleep. One might think an illness would make you sleep out of exhaustion, but no, Jungkook constantly jolted out of sleep. The recent diagnosis the doctors have been running with for a while now is a sensory disorder. It does make sense somehow, if it weren’t for the fact that no one has been able to help him yet. Luckily he lived in one of the major cities in the country so he doesn’t have to travel far to visit specialists.
So here he was sitting in another doctor’s waiting room.
Dr. Kim, another specialist for sensory disorders.
By now every single one of his senses was affected. His hearing. His sense of smell, taste and touch. His eyesight. Apparently they told him, something isn’t right in his brain. That’s how far they have come.
“Mr. Jeon?” The receptionist entered. “Dr. Kim is ready for you.” She gestured at an open room.
With trembling legs Jungkook walked into the room.
A man sat behind a table and stood up as he entered. He wore a blueish pullover and brown slacks. His hair was short and his dimpled smile was kind. He had warm eyes. Jungkook had seen many doctors by now and by the way Dr. Kim engaged with him, Jungkook already knew that this was one of the doctors who cared, who was gonna bite his fist in frustration when he inevitably , after hundreds of trials, would admit that he won’t be able to help him.
“Hello, Mr.Jeon?” Dr. Kim stood up in greeting and gestured at a chair in front of his desk.
With shaking knees Jungkook sat down on it. A film of sweat on his forehead.
“What brings you to me, Mr. Jeon?” Dr. Kim asked. Concerned eyes met his own. “You have been referred to me by a college of mine, right?”
Jungkook nodded. “Dr. Lee sent me. They told me they would also forward the MRI scans.”
Dr. Kim pulled the MRI scans out of the paperwork laying on his desk. “He did.” Namjoon said, looking down on them with a frown. “Can you describe your symptoms to me?”
Jungkook sighed. “When I was 18 I started to develop a tinnitus which was at that time explained by graduation stress, but it never stopped, even after I graduated, it got worse. I developed migraines as well as sensitivity to light, my eyes began to hurt.”
“I assume you tried a migraine treatment?” Dr. Kim asked.
“Yes.” Jungkook answered. “At this point not even painkillers help with the pain I am experiencing.”
“On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst pain imaginable, where would you say your pain is?”
“Ten.” Jungkook answered easily.
Dr. Kim’s eyebrows rise.
“I have more symptoms.” Jungkook continued, unfazed by Dr. Kim’s reaction. “Since the beginning of my twenties I started getting weaker and weaker, not physically, more so my stamina. The trembling started.” Jungkook raised his trembling hand, “and my body temperature is out of control, like I have a fever or the chills.”
Dr. Kim nodded along as he began to type into his computer. “Any other symptoms?”
“I’ve been losing vision and my hearing is getting worse.” Jungkook said, a lump has now made itself comfortable in his throat. The fear of getting blind or losing his hearing settled into him. “I feel.. like the hearing might be because of the tinnitus, but I don’t know.”
Dr. Kim continued to type on his keyboard before he faced Jungkook. “Are you currently experiencing any pain?”
“Yes.” Jungkook answered. “It’s constant at this point.”
“Since then has it been this way?”
“For about a year now. I would say.”
“You’re twenty four now?”
“Yes.”
Namjoon leaned back in his chair and looked right at Jungkook. “You’re experiencing a sensory collapse or shutdown.”
From all the things Jungkook had expected Dr. Kim to say this wasn’t one of them. “What?”
“A sensory collapse. Your senses are shutting down one after another.” Dr. Kim explained, his face was serious. “Regarding the development of your symptoms it’s safe to say that you will lose your hearing soon if we don’t act on it right now.”
“I will lose my hearing?” Jungkook's heart beat in his ears.
“If we don’t act right now. I know a treatment.” Namjoon answered. “It might not be what you expect, it’s an uncommon treatment if one could even call it one.”
Jungkook stared at the other. It’s been a while since someone told him they knew what he had. In the beginning every other doctor thought he could help him till the painkillers stopped working and Jungkook’s health got worse. By now he was desperate to try anything.
“That’s why I have to make it clear to you, you will lose all your senses if we don’t treat you.” Namjoon said. “It’s of uttermost importance we start right now, I have never seen such a bad case of sensory collapse in my life.”
“What’s the treatment?” Jungkook asked. “I will try anything to make the pain go away.”
Dr. Kim nodded. “I first need to make an assessment to be a hundred percent sure. Can you sit down here?” Dr. Kim pointed at a hospital bed in the corner of the room. Jungkook stood up and sat down on it, his feet dangling in the air.
Dr. Kim rolled with his chair in front of him. “It started with the tinnitus right? Then let us focus on your hearing first.”
Jungkook nodded.
“Like I said, it's an unconventional treatment. I will lay both of my hands on your wrist to feel your pulse.” Namjoon explained. “This may sound strange to your ears but you should be able to feel me, try to let me in and I will focus on your hearing.”
Jungkook stared at Dr. Kim, like he had lost his marbles.
“Try it out.” Dr. Kim said. “What do you have to lose?”
The thought of living pain free again made Jungkook believe in the nonsense Dr. Kim was spewing, so he nodded.
“Can I lay my hands on your wrist?” Namjoon asked.
Jungkook nodded, laying his arms on thighs, palms open. Namjoon gently laid his hands on his wrist and loosely encompassed them.
“One deep breath and close your eyes.” Namjoon told him.
Jungkook closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt Namjoon’s hands tighten around his wrist and he was about to rip his hands away till he felt something proding in his mind. Jungkook’s heartbeat soared. Like Namjoon said Jungkook let it be, he didn’t fight it. An overwhelming calmness overcame him. The pain, gone. His headache, gone. The tinnitus was gone. It was as if all of his senses had been shutdown and Jungkook experienced a state of unexplainable calmness.
All Jungkook heard was the buzzing of the heating. The more he concentrated on it, the better he heard it. Every individual tone in a clarity that was new to him. Jungkook relished it, forgetting he was sitting in a doctor’s office. He can’t remember the last time he felt no pain. Has he ever felt this peaceful in his life?
Slowly Jungkook felt his usual state of mind come back, his ears began to ring again and his headache throbbed back up, but it was less daunting now. The ringing in his ears had subsided.
He opened his eyes and was still in the same room. Namjoon sitting in front of him, his hands closely on Jungkook’s wrist. “Do you believe me now?” Namjoon asked.
Jungkook nodded. “I.. how did you do that?”
Namjoon smiled, taking his hands off him. “That needs a longer explanation. I’m not sure we have time for that, but I will give you a short version.”
“Why don’t we have time?”
“Jungkook, you’re in a really bad condition and we need to get you help as soon as possible.” Dr. Kim said. “Sensory collapse is an illness that only a small part of the world population can get.”
“Yeah, since not a lot of people were able to help me I was sure my condition is rare.”
Namjoon nodded. “It’s very, very rare. I specialize in treating sensory collapses and similar illnesses and I’m positive I can help you.”
Jungkook hung on Namjoon’s lip, getting the sense there was something Namjoon was hesitant to tell him. “What’s the catch?” Jungkook asked.
Namjoon met his eyes and smiled. He rolled away from him and gestured back at the chair. “Take a seat and I will explain how I can help you.”
Carefully Jungkook stood up and moved back into the chair.
“The illness is rare because you have to be a certain kind of human to experience it.” Namjoon explained, typing something on his computer. “There are different kinds of blood types, right?” Namjoon glanced at him and Jungkook nodded. “There are also different types of humans who process sensory input differently.”
Dr. Kim faced him. “You are what we call a Sentinel, it’s not an illness per se, it is more of a talent.” Dr. Kim smiled, his two dimples showing on his cheeks. “You are extremely sensitive to any kind of stimulus, and if you aren’t guided regularly you can experience a sensory collapse. This is what happened to you.”
“A Sen-tinel?” Jungkook asked, frowning at Namjoon.
“Yes, this is just a word describing people like you who are extremely sensitive to any kind of stimulus.” Namjoon pointed at himself. “I’m what we call a Guide, that’s why I was able to help you for a moment. Shut your senses down, and make you focus on only one thing.”
Jungkook sharply inhaled. His head was spinning, while some of the information that was to be relayed to him made sense he was also questioning why he had never heard of it. “Why didn’t I know about this?”
“It’s an extremely rare phenomena and also it has been kept under wraps to protect Sentinels. I know it’s a lot, but trust me you will understand sooner than you think.” Namjoon continued. “What is important right now is that we move you to a safe place for you to heal.”
“Where would that be?”
“We have a hospital for ill Sentinel’s who need to recover. Don’t worry. I will stay with you.” Dr.Kim kind eye’s kind were eyeing him carefully. “And please call me Namjoon. Do you have any questions?”
“Right now? I don’t.. I.” Jungkook felt a little lost.
“Trust me, Jungkook. I know it’s difficult, but I will help you. I don’t know how long it will take since I have never seen such a bad case, but I promise you your pain will be gone. I'll give you my hand.” Namjoon held out his hands for Jungkook to shake. Jungkook gazed down on Namjoon’s hand and took it. Sealing his fate. The promise of his pain leaving made Jungkook take the risk.
Namjoon stood up and moved toward the wall right beside the hospital bed, he pressed a button and a chair moved out of the wall. The chair was small and heavily padded. It looked all encompassing like it would suck Jungkook in. “This chair is designed for you, to keep all your senses at bay.” Namjoon explained. “You will feel better once you sit inside, and I can transport you safely to the hospital. It’s like a stretcher for the hospital.”
With trembling legs Jungkook stood up, the absence of pain still present in his mind. He wanted it back. The few minutes or it might have been seconds Namjoon achieved to give him mind-blowing to him. He eyed Namjoon’s hand resting on the back of the chair.
“This will close around you.” Namjoon explained gesturing at the sides of the chair. “To shield you from any sensory input.”
Jungkook gulped. Can Namjoon be trusted? But why wouldn’t he? He was a Doctor, recommended to him by none other than Dr. Lee who has been trying to help Jungkook for another year now. He would be delighted to hear Dr. Kim was able to help him.
He sat down in the chair that immediately tightened around him, engulfing him in a soft cushion.
“I’m closing it now.” Namjoon said above.
The chair whirred quietly and closed in front of him. The silence that greeted him made Jungkook release a breath in relief. His tinnitus stopped and his headache lessened and his limbs got the support they needed. For once he wasn’t aching in pain. This was the best decision Jungkook had ever made.
“I found him.” Namjoon said upon entering Jin’s office.
The older looked up from the paperwork he was going through. “Hmm?” Jin hummed, pushing his glasses up.
Namjoon didn’t waste any time and walked right up to Jin. “I found us a sentinel.”
Jin stopped his movements. Completely halted and looked up to him. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve guided him, Jin. I know all of them will be compatible with him.”
Jin threw the folder he was holding onto his desk. “Have you taken steps already?”
“I’ve filled out the paperwork. I know, I’m the first to do so, he will be ours.” Namjoon continued. “Unless he says no, but he won’t. I found him, Jin.”
“How are you so sure this time around?”
“He is experiencing sensory collapse.”
Shocked Jin looked up to him. “Where is he?”
“In the intensive care room.”
“Did you leave him alone? Anyone could snatch him up.” Jin stood, grabbing his jacket and slipping into it.
“Of course not. He is resting. Hoseok is with him.”
Namjoon followed Jin down the stairs. “What’s his name? How old is he? How much does he know?” Jin asked rapidly.
“Jeon Jungkook. Twenty-four. Nothing, I told him the basics.”
Jin frowned. “Where did he get the gene from? He must have someone in the family? A close relative if the gene is so strong to cause a sensory collapse.”
“With due time, Jin.” Namjoon said. “I just brought him to our intensive care room. I haven’t had time to ask him or look up his family history. I just made sure we got him, and no one can snatch him out of our hands.”
“Good job, Joonie.” Jin said as they quickly left the building to get to the intensive care room.
Jungkook woke up to silence which was weird because his world was never silent.
“He is awake.” Someone said beside him, but his voice was muffled as if Jungkook was wearing headphones.
His bed was way too comfortable for him to stand up so he let himself float between sleep and consciousness for a bit. Around him everything was dark. Jungkook didn’t think he had ever slept this well, that’s when it hit him. He wasn’t in pain.
The thought woke him up, a warring sound started and the confusion was growing. He wasn’t at home, was he? In front of him the ceiling opened up and let dim light in.
“Jungkook?”
Jungkook knew that voice. Namjoon. Dr. Kim.
“Dr. Kim.” He mumbled. As soon as he woke up he felt his headache throb back to life, the tinnitus started to ring in his ears and his limbs ached. Jungkook groaned in pain.
“I know.” Namjoon mumbled, his voice soft, “It will take a while.”
“I wasn’t hurting a minute ago.” Jungkook whimpered, pressing his eyes closed.
“It’s the bed. It shuts all your senses down so you can sleep.” Namjoon said. He stood right beside the bed. “Do you feel rested? You slept for a long time.”
Jungkook nodded. He could tell the difference to before. The pain was there, but some of the exhaustion was gone.
“That’s good.” Namjoon said. ”We need to inform your relatives that you are staying here for treatment.” Jungkook nodded along Namjoon’s explanation. “You slept for about fourteen hours, is someone worrying about you right now?”
Jungkook shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“We also need to discuss your treatment plan.” Namjoon continued. “I also want you to introduce you to someone.”
Jungkook yawned, his head groggy and still heavy with sleep.
“I will bring you breakfast,I’ll be right back.”
Jungkook looked around the room. It was sterile and white like a hospital room. The room was relatively empty. A desk in the corner with three chairs and a bookshelf. Some stuff that looked like medical equipment and the chair Jungkook remembered from Dr. Kim’s office.
Did he have this whole room for himself?
Namjoon came back with a tray full of food. Better than any hospital food Jungkook has ever seen. Fresh fruit, steaming rice porridge and rolled eggs.
Namjoon puts the tray on his nightstand and with a few buttons Jungkook bed goes up into a seating position. The nightstand had an extendible table that Namjoon moved right in front of Jungkook for him to eat. Jungkook dug right into it. Hungry after sleeping for such a long time.
Namjoon busied himself with the medical equipment in the room. Jungkook paid him no mind, too busy devouring his breakfast.
“We should talk about your treatment plan. Me and another guide, Seokjin, will guide you till your symptoms get better. Then we should talk about your future.”
“My future?” Jungkook asked after taking a gulp of water.
Namjoon nodded. “Your future.”
Jungkook squinted his eyes at Namjoon. “You said my pain will go away.”
“It will, but if you aren’t guided regularly you won’t be able to control it.”
The words leaving Namjoon’s mouth make Jungkook lose his appetite. “This illness won’t go away?” Jungkook resigned. A little part of Jungkook had hoped to live without pain one day. Without being restricted by illness. The disappointment and sadness pools in his stomach. The tears won’t leak. He has been crying for years already.
“Your illness, the sensory collapse, will go away. Your talent will stay.” Namjoon answered calmly.
“What exactly is my supposed talent? This feels more like a curse.” Jungkook asked, rubbing his temple. The headache was constant.
“Your senses are extremely heightened.” Namjoon said. “If you have a guide regulating your senses you could for instance hear for miles.”
“For miles?” Jungkook stared at Namjoon like he lost it.
Namjoon nodded. “You can hear sounds that the average human isn’t capable of hearing. That’s why not a lot of people know about us. Sentinels, guides. You have a gift, Jungkook.” Namjoon smiled at Jungkook. “Sooner or later you will learn. Now all you need to do is rest.”
Namjoon heaved Jungkook’s backpack onto the bed. “You should probably contact your relatives. You can tell them what you have, but I request for you to leave out what I’ve told you about Sentinels and Guides. Knowing only brings difficulties.”
Jungkook shook his head. “Is this like some kind of hidden government secret?” His voice was a little sarcastic because what Namjoon was even talking about at this point?
“No.” Namjoon said. “We have our own governmental structures and operate in our own small society. There are more of us than you might think. But there aren’t a lot of people with your gift, Jungkook, and people will kill to find someone like you. This might sound crazy to you, but you have to trust me with this one.”
Jungkook stared at Namjoon. His voice earnest, his eyes kind. Jungkook always went with his gut feeling. He chose to believe. At least for now.
“Where is he?” Taehyung asked as soon as Namjoon entered the room. His eyes wide, searching for another presence beside Namjoon. Right beside him sat Jimin with a frown between his brows, their hands intertwined.
Jin rubbed his hands along Taehyung’s back. As one of the only guides with a tactile sense for sentinel's, Taehyung must have felt Jungkook close by. His erratic behavior is a sign of his guide being called to help. To assist.
Yoongi sat by the fireplace. A calm presence.
“Where is he, Namjoon?” Taehyung repeated.
Namjoon rubbed his forehead and sat down in one of the armchairs facing the sofa where the three looked at him.
“Jin won’t tell us anything.” Taehyung almost shouts.
“He is in our intensive care room.” Namjoon answered. “He is in a critical condition.”
“Why?” Taehyung asked, his shoulder sinking tension making room for confusion. His golden locks disheveled. Even though Yoongi sat silent by the fireplace he was watching everything closely.
“A sensory collapse.”
Taehyung jumped up, surprising both Jin and Jimin. “Which family is he from? We have to prosecute them for sentinel neglect.” Anger was visible in his strained voice.
“Let me explain, Tae.” Namjoon exchanged a look with Jin who nodded giving him reassurance. “It’s complicated.”
Slowly Taehyung sat back down watching Namjoon. Jimin’s frown had deepened. “We should wait for Hoseok.” Jimin said, always looking out for everyone.
“He knows.” Namjoon simply answered. “He is making sure the paperwork goes through.”
“We’re getting an adoption this fast?” Jimin asked, astonished.
Namjoon gulped. “He doesn’t know. He is a stray.”
“Oh shit.” Taehyung said. “He has no family?”
“He does, but not a family who knows about us.” Namjoon explained. “He came extremely sick and untaught into my doctor's office.”
“How is he?” Taehyung asked.
“I treated him and know that he has access to equipment that shuts his senses off so he should be able to rest.” Namjoon continues. “We need to treat him regularly for him to slowly feel better. Jin and I are going to treat him for a while before we introduce him to everyone else.”
“Does he know what’s happening?” Of course, it’s Jimin, who asked.
“I told him the basics.”
“Does the basics include that you are irreversibly binding him to us?”
The silence in the room spoke more than any words did. Jimin bites his lower lip, his gaze concerned. “Jin?” Jimin asked.
“It’s for his own good, Jimin, you know that. He is not from a prestigious Sentinel family, he has no one who looks out for him. You know what can happen to him if he falls into the wrong hands.”
“So we are taking him without his consent?” Jimin's voice raised louder. “Have you all lost your minds? How does that make us better than them?”
“Stop.” It’s Yoongi who spoke up. “Don’t compare us to guide’s who would quite literally torture him if they get their hands on him and use him for their own greed.”
Jimin stared at him in silence. “Taehyung?” He finally said looking right at Taehyung who was vibrating with unreleased energy.
“We have been waiting for this forever.” Taehyung said, not looking into Jimin’s eyes.
Jimin looked at him with such anger he slammed the door as he left.
“He’ll come around.” Yoongi said in the silent room.
“What’s his name?” Taehyung asked. So fixated on their Sentinel he for once wasn’t concerned about Jimin.
“Jungkook.”
“Jungkook.” Taehyung repeatedly tried out the sound of the name as if he heard it for the first time. “And Hoseok is really filling out the paperwork for his adoption?” He asked like he couldn't believe it.
“I’ve already done so as soon as I had him. Hoseok is making sure everything goes through.” Namjoon replies.
“This is great.” Taehyung smiled. “We should be happy, how long have we waited already, to get a Sentinel assigned from a Sentinel’s family and now one literally falls into our lap. Isn’t that fate?”
Jin smiled at him, nodding. “He is ours.”
Namjoon nor Yoongi felt ready to share his excitement. Namjoon was pumped with adrenaline. Thousand thoughts ran through his head. Had he done this right? Had he handled the situation correctly? He did the best he could. What else should have he done? Jungkook needed them even more than they did him. He would die without him. He did the right thing. Even if they gave Jungkook the illusion of being able to leave. He won’t even be wanting to leave. It will be fine. They just have to treat him delicately.