Jungkook had a huge smile on his face, sitting on the hospital bed for (hopefully) the last time. The nurse wondered over to sit next to him.
"You excited to go?" She asked, also with a smile on her face. Jungkook nodded enthusiastically. Something about that made the nurses heart ache. As much as she was happy that he was better and he was getting to go back to his family, she was sad to see him go, because she'll miss him. Jungkook was truly a special soul, and she would miss him a lot.
The doctor then came in, saying everyone was here for him. Everyone. His parents, and all six of his band mates. He immediately hopped up, grabbing the suitcase and ran over to the door. They walked through the corridors, and there waiting at the end of them...

Was his family. His parents were standing with open arms and and tears eyes, the six others standing behind them. He subconsciously dropped his suitcase and just ran towards them at full speed. He embraced his two parents in the tightest hug he'd ever given, sobbing out a bunch of unrecognizable gibberish. He felt so overwhelmingly happy to see familiar faces again.
"Jeez this kid is making me feel guilty for keeping him in here in the first place." The doctor mumbled, to no one in particular, watching from afar and he sobbed into his parents shoulders.
"Oh my kookie. It's ok. Eomma's here now. It's ok kookie." His mother says softly, trying her best to comfort him, but in this case it's clear that he just needs to cry it out. He goes around hugging all six of them as tightly as he can. In reality he was only gone for a few days, but those few days felt like an eternity to him.

After all the drama was over, the doctor called all of them, yes all 10 of them including Jungkook, into her office to talk about everything.
"So mr and mrs Jeon, I guess we should go through his diagnoses and our future plans." The doctor says, sitting at the desk. The ten of them all crowded around, eagerly waiting to hear what would happen to their kookie.
"So Jungkook here has a diagnosis of severe depression, anxiety, anorexia and bulimia, and mild ocd." She lists out that wonderful list again. His parents tried to hold back their shock at how long the list was.
"He has decided that he wants to go ahead and try therapy. We will try different types of therapy and choose which one suits him best, and if none of them works then we will try medication. All I want to emphasise is that we will find a solution, so it's nothing to worry about." The doctor says, professionally.
"Thank you doctor." His mother says.
"Any questions?" The doctor asks. Namjoon lifts his hand shyly.
"Is there anything we can do in the meantime to help him?" He asks.
"Good question. Basically just support him and be there for him. Check up on him every now and then. Oh and as far as the eating disorders, just be firm and make sure he eats enough. Don't let him go to the bathroom unattended straight after a meal. And I think that's it. Of course if any major event happens again just call an ambulance again, or if it's not quite that major you can make an emergency appointment with his therapist, whoever that may be."
"Ok thank you." Namjoon says, feeling a sigh of relief.
"Ok. If no one else has any questions, you are free to go!" She says, and Jungkooks bright smile made an appearance again.

He was smiling like a maniac the whole time he was being led through the corridors to the exit. Walking through those doors was an emotional experience for him.
"Let's go home, kid." Yoongi said, swinging his arm over Jungkooks shoulders.