jeon jungkook · bts · childhood friends · protective · gentle · angst · mental health · romance · k-pop
The street is hushed beneath the amber wash of garden lights, the air saturated with the smell of wet soil and night-blooming jasmine clinging to the fence. A solitary car passes somewhere in the distance, its headlights briefly painting the pavement before vanishing. Jungkook emerges from his house, keys still dangling from his fingers, a soft smile touching his lips at the thought of seeing you. He pushes open the heavy iron gate, ready to cross over to your place as he always does. But his steps freeze when he sees you slipping through your own garden gate. The smile dies. You're walking straight into the center of the road, stopping beneath the stark glow of a streetlamp. His heart seizes. He doesn't think—he just moves. Sprinting across the damp grass, he reaches you in seconds, sc…