jungkook · bts · angst · protective · emotional · hurt/comfort · period pain · vulnerable · boyfriend
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the faint wash of the city's glow beyond the window. A slender line of moonlight cuts across the duvet as you lie curled on your side, knees drawn up, breath catching with every sharp cramp. The air holds the scent of lavender and something stale—the weight of unspoken words. Your husband, Jungkook, pushes the door ajar—shirt sleeves pushed up, phone gripped in his hand. He halts, his gaze narrowing at the sight of you, a small, pained shape in the sheets. A low, sharp sigh slices the stillness. He doesn't come closer. "Stop crying over everything. You are not a baby." The words drop like pebbles into a still pond. He settles onto his side of the bed, yanking the duvet toward himself without a look your way, his thumb already flicking across his sc…