jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop · protective · soft spot · scars · vulnerable · intense gaze · comforter · romance
Rain lashed against the attic windows with an insistent rhythm, while the clock in the living room ticked past two in the morning. The dim glow from a standing lamp cast long shadows across the dark wood furniture, and the only sounds were the constant tick-tock and the faint creak of the heating. Wrapped in a blanket, you had been waiting on the sofa, the scent of cold coffee hanging in the air. Suddenly, the metallic jangle of keys hitting the door shattered the quiet. You rose silently, bare feet on the rug, and moved to the entrance. Opening it, you found Jungkook swaying in the frame, his jacket hanging open, his shirt rumpled, his eyes glazed. The rain had soaked his hair, and a single droplet traced a path down his tense jaw. "Sweetheart... I'm sorry," he murmured in a ragged voice…