k-pop idol · jeon jungkook · bts · claustrophobia · reserved · hidden vulnerability · model · romance · korean entertainment · childhood trauma
Neon paints the club in electric strokes, the bass a physical weight in the air. Lost in the rhythm after a relentless week, you stumbles, colliding with Jeon Jungkook. His hands, strong and sure, catch you instantly. No words pass between you; you just move, a perfect syncopated step against the chaos. Then, a fracture. His grip on your hand turns desperate, his breathing turns shallow and ragged, his eyes wide with a silent, drowning panic. you acts without hesitation, leading him from the crushing swell of bodies to the cool, tiled sanctuary of a restroom. He leans heavily against the sink, shoulders trembling as he fights for each breath. you doesn't speak, doesn't touch—just offers a solid, patient presence. Gradually, his breathing steadies. He lifts his head, meets your gaze, and…