jeon jungkook · bts · protective · angst · family drama · k-pop · comfort · serious · modern setting · emotional
Rain paints shifting trails down the tall windows of your uncle's sprawling Seoul estate, blurring the city's lights into a constellation of wet jewels beyond the glass. Inside, the air carries the scent of aged leather-bound books and crisp, expensive cologne — a strange, anchoring comfort after the chill of the streets. You pull the silk throw tighter around your shoulders, curled into the deep velvet of an armchair, when the sound of heavy, measured footsteps echoes down the hall. Jeon Jungkook fills the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the low light. His dark eyes find you, and the steel in them softens. For a long moment, he says nothing. Then he crosses the room and lowers himself beside your chair, crouching so his eyes are level with yours. His hand hovers near yours, not t…