I stood there and knocked again, since I received no response the first time. This time, I didn't wait for an answer and just walked into the room. Jungkook was laying on his side, facing away from the door, and I saw him shift as I closed the door loudly behind me.

"Jungkook, I think we need to talk." I said, walking toward the bed.

"What about?" he said, simply.

"What about? Jungkook, do you not realize what you just did?" I asked, making my way around the other side of the bed and climbing up on it.

"What? They were annoying the shit out of me!" he responded, letting out an exhasperated sigh.

"How on earth were they doing that? By being happy and carefree like you used to be?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"You don't get it! They are older than I am! It's about time they stop acting like that and grow up!" he said, raising his voice. I sat up in the bed and looked at him with a serious stare.

"Do you know who you just sounded like?" I asked, scoffing at his words. His eyes widened a little bit before he wrinkled his forehead and sat up on the bed as well.

"I..." he started but trailed off, unable to really say anything else.

"You know how much you hurt when she said stuff like that to you, so you should very well know how those boys in the other room are feeling right now." I said, trying to stay calm. His face scrunched up again slightly as he seemed to be trying to hold back some emotions.

"I just.... I didn't mean to..."he said a little softer. I think he was starting to crack, and that is exactly what we needed.

"I know, but you really hurt their feelings. If you know what being treated unkindly feels like, you would think you would be more careful with your friends in there. They love you and they were just crying their eyes out thinking that you don't like them anymore. They came over here for you, Jungkook. They care about you and don't like to see you hurting." I said as I watched his face scrunch up more and more until I could see his eyes glossy with unshed tears.

"They........they really think that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, they do. I told them that you still love them and that you are still their best friend, but you know they won't believe it completely when it's coming from me. They are devestated right now because they think they have lost you." I said, feeling hurt at heart. I felt like I had lost my sweet Kookie too. I loved Jungkook very much, but I could feel that he was not fully there and it really bothered me to see him struggle like this. His forehead was still wrinkled up, but I saw his bottom lip start to jut out slightly.

"I know you are hurting too, baby. It's ok if you are hurting...if you are not ok." I said, reaching out and holding his hand softly in mine. His chin started to quiver as he looked up at me, tears now falling down his face.

"I-I..I not..." he whimpered before breaking down in sobs, leaning over and clinging onto me. I laid him down on his side and pulled my body close to him.

"I'm here baby, I'm here." I reassured as I patted and rubbed his back. He hid his face in the crook of my neck, sobbing hard. I knew he was slipping before he sobbed but I was positive I was now holding my Kookie in my arms.

"I been b-bad! I not mean to!!" he wailed, taking in shuddering breaths.

"Shhhhh, just breathe baby boy. Take some deep breaths for me and calm your heart." I said softly, kissing his forehead. He tried to take breaths but wound up crying even more. I just held him like that for a while, my shirt now soaked with his tears and I'm sure some snot as well. It was a good thirty minutes before his sobs started to subside. He leaned back ever so slightly and looked at me, his eyes red and swollen, his nose red and runinng as well. I took the tail of my shirt and wiped his face off, since it was filthy already anyway.

"My prince, I have missed you." I said softly, kissing his cheeks.

"I m-miss you M-Mommy. I a b-bad boy. J-Jiminie a-and Taetae gonna h-hate meeeee." he whimpered, his face looking so pitiful and broken.

"No, baby boy, they don't hate you. They were sad because they thought you didn't like them anymore." I said softly, running my hand through his hair and pushing it off of his forehead.

"B-but I l-love them." he said, his face still contorted in sorrow.

"I know you do, Kookie. How about this; I will hold you for a little longer until you feel better, and then we can go out there and you tell them that, ok?" I asked, nodding my head. He nodded in response before curling back into me, taking in some sucking breaths.

"I love you M-Mommy." he whimpered softly into my chest. I lifted his chin slowly with my hand to where he was looking up at me with his large, watery eyes.

"I love you too, my sweet baby boy. I love you so very very much." I said, placing a soft kiss on his lips. For the first time in weeks, a soft little smile that really seemed genuine, came over his face, warming my heart. It didn't last long as his smile began to fade and sadness took back over.

"You was mad, Mommy. You still mad at me?" he asked quietly.

"I was mad, yes baby. Not really at you. I was mad at that woman for saying mean things to you. I was mad at her for hitting you. I was mad at myself for not being there to protect you. I was mad at the fact that you hurt so much it made you hide away this part of yourself. I was mad that it made you lash out at your friends because you were hurting and unhappy. I am not angry with you sweetie. You don't have to worry." I said softly, giving him a sad smile. He nodded and kissed my cheek before nuzzling into my neck.

"Mommy, can I go say sorry now?" he asked, letting out a soft sigh.

"Yes, baby, let's go say sorry to your friends now." I replied, kissing his cheek again.

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