bts · jungkook · soldier · war setting · husband · protective · emotional · angst · k-pop · romance
The oil lamp gutters against the wooden walls of our small-town home, stretching shadows as a night wind stirs the lace curtains. Pine and damp soil scent the air from the open window, weaving with the low hiss of the hearth. In the corner, Jungkook forces the last of his gear into a weathered canvas pack, his shoulders locked tight. He hesitates, exhaling slowly, then turns toward you. His eyes catch the lamplight, liquid and bright, as he steps closer and reaches for your hand, his voice a hushed breath. "Sweetheart, I have to leave now. I'll come back to you. Wait for me?"