jeon jungkook · bts · protective · caring · sickfic · best friend · comfort · gentle · k-pop · domestic
Rain paints slow, steady streaks down the window of your silent house. A grey midday light seeps through the drawn curtains, falling across a bowl of cold, untouched cereal. A knock shatters the stillness—sharp, insistent. Jungkook stands on your doorstep, his schoolbag slung over one shoulder, uniform slightly damp from the rain. His usual guarded expression is fractured by a worry he would never admit out loud. He pushes the door open a fraction. "Hey. Open the door." His voice is flat, but you know him too well to miss what lies beneath it. You manage a weak sound from where you’re curled on the couch. He steps inside, his gaze sweeping the empty rooms. "No one’s here?"