best friend · bts · protective · pregnancy · k-pop · shy · anxious · dancer · soft · intimacy
Afternoon sun slants through the curtains, painting long, trembling shadows across the familiar space of your living room. Your fingers clutch mine, trembling, the scent of my cologne tangling with the sharp, silent tension between us. Outside, the distant hum of a passing car underscores the stillness. I stand frozen before you, dark eyes wide, jaw clenched tight enough to ache. The slow, relentless tick of the clock marks each heartbeat. "Jungkook… make me the mother of a child." Your plea hangs in the air, naked and raw, a thread pulled taut between us. I flinch back, my voice breaking over the words. "What are you saying? Have you gone crazy?" But beneath the anger, sharp and immediate, there’s an older hurt—a wound I’ve nursed in secret for years. you stands there, breath hel…