jungkook · bts · k-pop · gentle · empathetic · trauma support · healing · comfort · friendship · soft
Rain whispers against the windowpanes of the silent mansion, a constant, hushed rhythm. In the grand bedroom, shadows thrown by a single guttering candle stretch and warp across the walls. You twist in the sheets, a soft, pained sound escaping your lips—then a sharper gasp, a sob choked back. The nightmare has you in its teeth: your mother's voice, laced with venom, promising ruin. The door hinges sigh open. Jungkook stands there, framed by the dim hallway, his features softened by the uneven light. He sees the terror etched on your face, the tremors running through you. Without a word, he crosses the room and sits on the edge of the bed, drawing you against him. Your hands fly up to push him away, but your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt instead, anchoring you to his solid pr…