#jungguk x reader

“Maybe that’s because you haven’t taken a break in hours,” he suggests as he nudges the tray closer to you. Rubbing at your eyes that have become irritated from staring at your bright computer screen, you blink rapidly to clear your vision before scanning over the contents of the tray Jungkook brought, finding an array of your favourite snacks, some fruit that has been cut up into hearts and a glass of water. 

Picking up a piece of fruit, you pop it into your mouth, smiling as you imagine Jungkook cutting fruits into hearts in your kitchen. Picking up another piece of fruit, you hold it up for Jungkook. He bends down, gladly eating it from your hand before standing back up. “Come to bed soon, alright?” he reminds you of the time since he knows you tend to get caught up in your work.

You nod, eyes already back on your screen as you get back to work. You thank Jungkook for the snacks as he places one last kiss on your head before exiting your office, softly closing the door behind him. Content knowing you would at least eat the snacks he brought you, Jungkook enters your shared bedroom, flopping on the bed and going on his phone as he waits for you to come to bed.

It had been a long and hard few weeks at work but you finally had a day off tomorrow and for once, Jungkook’s day off lined up with yours. You two planned to go out together and just enjoy a day to yourselves. You didn’t want to have to worry about work at all while you were with Jungkook so you wanted to finish everything the night before.

Yawning for the seventh time in the past hour, Jungkook closes the app he was scrolling through, glancing at the time displayed at the top of his phone. Reading 12:01 am, Jungkook puts his phone down on the nightstand before letting out a sigh as he stands from the bed, making his way back to your office thinking you must’ve fallen asleep at your desk again.

But when he reenters your office, you’re still awake sitting in front of your desk, typing away on your computer. “Y/n?” Jungkook calls out to you, “Aren’t you coming to bed soon?” You simply hum in acknowledgement, not giving him an answer as your eyes remain glued to your screen. Slightly irked by your ignorant behaviour and the fact that he’s been waiting nearly two hours for you to come to bed, Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose as he lets out a sigh. 

“Y/n,” he calls again, his patience quickly thinning out, “It’s past midnight. You’ve worked enough for today.” But you continue to ignore him, acting as if he’s not even there. “Are you even listening to me?” Jungkook asks, the irritation now clear in his voice. Frustratedly slamming a hand on your desk, you snap coldly, “What do you want?”

“Well if you’ve been listening to anything I’ve been saying you would know that it’s already past midnight and you should come to bed!” he raises his voice slightly. With the pounding of your head more intense due to lack of sleep, you’re equally as irritated, if not more. “Well maybe now you see how it feels when you don’t listen to me when you’re overworking yourself,” the words fall out of your mouth before you can think, regret immediately washing over you.

Memories of all you’re fights and arguments about Jungkook overworking himself flood your mind. It was inevitable with his career and although you two always worked through it, the guilt never left Jungkook. He had opened up to you about his fears and insecurities: that it would all become too much for you and he wouldn’t be able to give you what you deserved. But you always reassured him that he was enough, that you would always support and take care of him and you two could work through anything together.

So when you use one of his greatest insecurities against him, Jungkook can’t help but feel betrayed. Full of guilt and regret, you remain frozen facing your computer. After a few tense moments, you hear shuffling behind you before you hear the sound of your office door being shut, followed by Jungkook’s retreating footsteps. Letting out a groan, your head falls into your hands as you realize how badly you just fucked up. 

The situation did nothing to aid your pounding headache or your irritable state, only adding to the frustration you feel. You probably should have listened the first time Jungkook told you to take it easy. And you most definitely should not have said what you said to him. But you weren’t thinking straight, your mind only focused on finishing so that you wouldn’t have to worry about work during your break. 

Shutting off your computer, you let out a sigh before turning off the lights and getting ready to turn in for the night. When you enter the bedroom, you find Jungkook already asleep with his back turned to you. And if he is awake, he doesn’t acknowledge you so you decide to give him some space, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead before going into the bathroom for your nightly routine.

Determined to make it up to him, you set an alarm for early tomorrow morning before shutting your phone off and falling asleep with Jungkook’s back turned to you.

Waking up the next morning, you let out a quiet groan as you regret making yourself wake up early on a day off. In hindsight, it wasn’t that early. It was around the normal time you both would wake up for work but when you don’t have places to be, it feels pretty damn early. 

But you don’t want this fight to ruin your day together so you force yourself out of bed, padding out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. You want to start cooking so that by the time Jungkook wakes up, it’ll all be ready. Pulling out all the ingredients and equipment you need, you start preparing a big breakfast consisting of all Jungkook’s favourite foods. 

But just as you’re about to crack some eggs into a pan, you hear the bedroom door open, followed by the sound of Jungkook’s approaching footsteps. Your brows furrow in confusion since Jungkook usually sleeps in on days that he doesn’t have work. “Jungkook?” you call out in confusion, looking over your shoulder to find him already dressed for work. 

He ignores you as he crosses the room and even though you know he’s giving you the silent treatment, you ask anyway, “Where are you going?” He glances at you through the corner of his eye when he reaches the front door. And even though he’s still upset with you, he doesn’t want to worry you. “Work,” he answers shortly as he grabs his coat from the coat rack. “But we’re not supposed to work today,” you remind him, hoping that Jungkook just forgot. 

You know that Jungkook heard you but he remains silent as he puts his coat on and it’s then that you realize he didn’t forget but he simply didn’t want to be with you today. Your vision starts to blur with tears as you watch him slip his shoes on but just as he stands back up, you look away so he can’t see your watery eyes or your trembling lips. Jungkook wills himself not to look at you but when he hears you sniffle, his head whips in your direction. He can’t see your face but he can tell you’re crying by the way your shoulders shake. 

He’s aching to pull you into his arms and whisper apologies and comforting words into your ears, but Jungkook ignores the way his heart calls out for you and the way his heart cracks as he walks out the door knowing he’s leaving you alone. 

Absolutely crushed that you would no longer be able to spend your day with Jungkook like you planned, you half-heartedly finish cooking breakfast. Dejectedly sitting alone at the table, you try to eat a few bites but your appetite is lost. Scraping your unfinished food into the bin, you pack the rest into the fridge before spending the rest of the afternoon moping around. Familiar with his usual work hours, you know he won’t be home for lunch, but you hold onto the small flame of hope in your heart that you’ll at least be able to have dinner together. 

But after spending more than three hours preparing dinner and waiting another hour more for Jungkook, you start to get worried. He’s usually home by this time but he hasn’t texted or called to let you know he’ll be out late. And when he doesn’t answer any of your texts or calls, you call one of the other members, hoping they know where he is and if he’s okay.

Scrolling to find Jimin’s number, you press the phone icon. “Hey, what’s up?” he picks up on the second ring. “Hey Jimin, is Jungkook there?” you ask. “Oh yeah, we just started eating dinner. Do you want to talk to him? Here, give me a second,” you hear shuffling as he moves to hand the phone to Jungkook, causing you to start panicking. “No!” you exclaim into the phone a bit too eagerly. 

Clearing your throat, you tell Jimin that it’s not necessary but he’s already suspicious. “Is everything okay? Why didn’t you come tonight?” Jimin asks, finding it strange that you didn’t join them for dinner like you usually would. Your heart cracks a little at Jimin’s question. You didn’t know they were going out for dinner since Jungkook hadn’t told you, let alone invited you to join them. “I just haven’t been feeling well,” you lie, ignoring the tightness in your chest.

“Oh no, do you want Jin or Yoongi Hyung to make you some soup?” Jimin offers, worry and concern lacing his voice. “Oh, no it’s alright,” you politely decline, not wanting them to worry. “Are you sure? Do you need one of us to come over? Jungkook shouldn’t be leaving you alone when you’re sick,” he grumbles into the phone, ready to give the maknae a scolding once he hangs up the phone.

After reassuring Jimin that everything was fine and you were okay on your own, he finally lets you hang up the call only after making you promise to call if you needed anything. Hanging up the phone, you stare at the dining table with a heavy heart. Not even having the energy or motivation to pack it up, you simply lay your head on the table as you let your tears fall freely.

“Who was that?” Hoseok asks once Jimin puts his phone back in his pocket. “Y/n,” Jimin answers, causing Jungkook’s eyes to widen as they flick over to his Hyung. Jimin had a feeling that the reason you didn’t come wasn’t because you were unwell. Jungkook would never have left you alone if he knew you were sick, and the fact that you were calling to ask if Jungkook was there told Jimin that Jungkook must not have told you.

All the members thought it was a bit strange that you didn’t accompany Jungkook today, and the way he stiffens up at the mention of your name is a telltale sign that something is wrong. Narrowing his eyes at the maknae and ready to scold him, Jimin’s gaze softens when he sees the guilt and sadness in Jungkook’s eyes. “Did something happen between you two?” Namjoon asks.

After confessing and receiving a lengthy scolding as well as some advice, Jungkook leaves dinner feeling slightly lighter. It’s nearly midnight by the time he gets home, which is why it surprises him when the lights are still on as he walks through the front door. “Y/n?” he calls out, confused because you’re nowhere in sight. Placing his bag down, he walks further into the house, stopping when he finds you asleep on the dining table.

Guilt washes over him as he realizes he kept you waiting and failed to show up at all. Kneeling next to your chair, Jungkook gently pushes your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. His chest pains with guilt when he sees the tear streaks on your cheeks. Carrying you to bed and tucking you in, Jungkook places a soft kiss on your forehead, wishing you goodnight and promising to make it up to you.

He knows it’s late and a very inconsiderate time to call anyone but he doesn’t let that stop him. Scrolling to find your boss’ number, he presses the call button with no hesitation, bringing the phone up to his ear and waiting patiently. “Hello?” Your boss, Mrs. Kim picks up on the third ring, confused as to why anyone would be calling at this time.

“Hi Mrs. Kim, this is Jungkook, y/n’s boyfriend,” Jungkook speaks into the phone. “How can I help you Jungkook?” Mrs. Kim asks, still not fully understanding why he was calling at this time. After charming his way into your boss’ heart, Jungkook hangs up the call, happy that his plan is coming along.

It was actually much easier than he thought. Mrs. Kim knows how hardworking you are and was more than happy to give you another day off, telling Jungkook to make sure you rest well. Tiptoeing his way back into the bedroom, he finds your phone on the bedside table, turning off your alarm before climbing into bed beside you.

Groaning at the bright sunlight shining down on your face, you turn away from the sun, burying your face in Jungkook’s pillow. It takes your brain a few moments to realize that the sun is never usually this bright early in the morning. Scrambling for your phone, you start to panic when you realize that you slept in. Had you forgotten to turn your alarm on?

Tangled up in the blankets, you nearly trip and fall as you climb out of bed, stumbling a few steps before you reach the door. Yanking it open, you run face-first into Jungkook’s chest but he places an arm around your shoulders to steady you. Absorbing the impact, Jungkook almost drops the tray he’s holding, barely balancing it in the palm of his other hand.

He lets out a breath of relief as you stare up at him in confusion, as he should be long gone for work by now. Chuckling at your frazzled and confused state, he leads you back into the bedroom. “I’m late Jungkook!” You try to resist him. “I called in for you,” he explains shortly. You’re confused as to why Jungkook called in for you and why he’s still here but you let him guide you back to the bed with no complaints. 

While you situate yourself against the headboard, Jungkook places the tray on the bedside table before settling next to you and pulling you into his lap, your back against his chest. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he mumbles into the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry.” You place your arms over his which are wrapped tightly around your waist, leaning into his embrace. 

“I’m sorry too. You know I didn’t mean it, right? I love taking care of you, it just hurts me to see you overworking yourself,” you tell him as your voice starts to waver and your eyes start to water. “I know, I know,” he gently hushes you as he comfortingly rubs his thumbs over your sides, “It hurts me too when you overwork yourself.” You will your tears not to fall as you apologize for both snapping at him and worrying him. 

Pulling away from your neck, he tells you, “Don’t cry, okay? I forgive you.” You nod  but you can’t help the stray tear that trails down your cheek. Gently wiping it away, Jungkook simply holds you in his arms for a moment. You forgive each other easily as you both understand where the other is coming from and you love each other too much to stay mad for long. Jungkook gives you a comforting smile before he reaches for the tray on the bedside table and places it on your lap. “I was able to get today off and your boss gave you today off as well. We can spend the whole day together like we planned,” he informs you.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? We’ve already lost half the day and we could’ve made breakfast together,” you pout at him. “Let me spoil you sometimes,” he says as he picks up a piece of fruit from the tray and feeds it to you. Even though this was his way of apologizing to you, you felt apologetic and wanted to make it up to him as well.

Frowning at him as you chew, you swallow before stubbornly telling him, “I’m making lunch then.” Playfully rolling his eyes at your stubbornness, he nods in agreement knowing that you won’t take “no” for an answer. “Fine, but we’re making dinner together. I miss cooking with you,” he says as he places a kiss on your temple. 

Ever since Jungkook started staying at the dorms with the other members to compensate for their super busy schedule, you’ve called him every night to make sure everything’s okay and that he’s taking care of himself. And deep inside, although you’ve never told him, you also call him because his voice never fails to comfort you and help you fall asleep without him physically by your side.

You patiently wait as the phone rings before Jungkook answers your call, instantly making you perk up. But when a heavy sigh comes from the other end of the line, you falter. “Jungkook?” you ask worriedly, “Is everything okay?” Hearing concern bleed into your voice over the phone, Jungkook runs a hand through his hair tiredly. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” he sighs through the phone, causing you to frown at the disinterest in his voice. 

“How’s practice going?” you try to ask him about his day, hoping that he’ll share his worries with you so he doesn’t have to bear them all alone. “Good,” he answers simply before the line goes quiet. You remain silent, giving him a chance to expand if he wants to but he never does. You secretly hope that he’ll try to keep the conversation alive and ask you something—how your day was or what you’ve been up to—anything to show that he had the slightest interest in having a conversation with you. 

You let out a small sigh of defeat when Jungkook doesn’t say anything, curling into yourself slightly as you wonder whether Jungkook really wants to be talking to you or if you’re just being a bother. “Are you sure everything’s okay? You can talk to me you know,” you try asking one more time. “Mhm,” he hums in acknowledgement. You curl into yourself more and more each time Jungkook gives you a dry response, a feeling of insecurity washing over you as you burrow deeper underneath the covers.

It was strange. Jungkook’s always been the epitome of comfort to you but talking to him now, you were suddenly feeling unsure of yourself. Discouraged by how one-sided this conversation was, you open your mouth to let Jungkook go and wish him goodnight but he beats you to it. “I’m busy, I have to go,” he mumbles into the phone, immediately hanging up the call without even giving you a chance to say goodbye to him, let alone say goodbye to you. 

You pull the phone away from your ear in disbelief, Jungkook’s cute profile picture staring back at you almost mockingly as it reminds you of the times you had that are now gone. You can’t help but feel hurt. Jungkook’s never treated you so coldly before but you give him the benefit of the doubt, hoping that he really was just busy.

You: goodnight

You: i love u <3

You send him a couple of texts since you didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to him over the phone and you’re about to turn your phone off when three dots appear on your screen, signalling that Jungkook was typing. You settle back into your pillow, patiently waiting for his message before going to bed.

Kookie <3: plz stop calling every night

Kookie <3: i don’t have time to text and call you every single day

You read Jungkook’s message over and over again, your vision starting to blur with tears as you pray for a “jk” or something else to pop up. But it never comes and after staring at his message for nearly five minutes, you give up on any hope that this is just some prank. With tears in your eyes, you reply with a simple “ok” before turning your phone off and placing it on the bedside table.

Turning to face Jungkook’s empty side of the bed, you shut your eyes tightly to hold back your tears, trying to forget about all the events of the night and fall asleep. because you have an early morning tomorrow Please stop calling. I don’t have time. But Jungkook’s words flash behind your eyelids, forcing you to open them and focus on something else in the room to make them disappear. Gripping the blankets tightly in your fists, you let out little sobs as your tears soak into your pillow.

The next morning when Jungkook wakes up, the first thing he does is reach for his phone since it’s become routine for him to check for your good morning texts. Squinting at his lock screen, still half-asleep, his brows furrow in confusion when he doesn’t find any notifications from you wishing that he has a good day and to take care of himself. Slowly starting to wake up, Jungkook recalls your conversation last night, or rather lack of, and how cold he was to you.

He curses under his breath, sitting up and unlocking his phone to check your messages and make sure it wasn’t just some nightmare. But the proof is right in front of his eyes as he reads over the message he sent you last night. Falling back onto his pillow, Jungkook lets out a groan as he throws his arm over his eyes. Regret immediately washes over him and he wants nothing more than to drive home and apologize to you. 

He shouldn’t have said that to you. He didn’t mean it. He was just feeling so overwhelmed with work lately to the point where answering your texts and calls felt like a chore. But now that he was rested and able to think straight, it registers in his mind just how much he must’ve hurt you. But his schedule’s packed and he knows he won’t be able to return home to you in at least a week.

Kookie <3: im sorry

After sending you a quick apology, Jungkook throws the covers off himself, begrudgingly getting out of bed to get ready for the day.

Slowly coming to consciousness, you let out a groan as you bury your face in your pillow, not having the energy or the motivation to get out of bed. Listening to Jungkook’s voice before bed always helped you relax and soothe all your worries. But after last night, you felt more anxious than ever and didn’t fall asleep until around 3 am, resulting in you waking up feeling extremely groggy and fatigued.

Turning onto your side and picking up your phone, a message from Jungkook immediately catches your attention. Tapping on the notification, you stare at his apology, contemplating sending him a message. You type out a short but sweet message to wish him good morning, hovering your thumb over the send button but you’re unsure whether you should send it or not.

But when your eyes move up to your messages from last night, the answer is clear as day as you delete the message you typed out before putting your phone back on the nightstand. Rolling onto your back, you let out a sigh as you stare at the ceiling. Even though he apologized, you can’t help but hesitate every time you think about sending Jungkook a message, afraid you might be bothering him.

Jungkook knows his short apology isn’t enough. Of course it isn’t, insecurities can’t be washed away just like that. He isn’t able to apologize to you properly because of how busy his schedule is but when he doesn’t receive a single text or call from you for the next 3 days, Jungkook can’t take it anymore. And after talking to the company about how he was feeling so overwhelmed that answering his loved ones’ texts and calls felt like a chore, they were quick to understand and give them a break.

Leaving the company building, Jungkook decides to apologize to you and surprise you, picking up some takeout from your favourite restaurant and your favourite flowers on the way home. Entering the apartment, Jungkook sees your shoes and keys are still gone, meaning you’re still at work. He smiles, knowing he has time to prepare everything for you. He gets to work, setting the table nicely and arranging the flowers nicely in a vase.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion when you walk in through the front door to find the lights on. You haven’t been able to get a goodnight’s sleep ever since the last time you talked to Jungkook so you assume that you just forgot to turn the lights off in your exhausted state when Jungkook suddenly pops his head around the corner. He quickly approaches you and pulls you into his arms. “You’re home,” he whispers into your hair, cradling your head to his chest.

You bring your arms up to wrap around his waist, clutching the fabric of his shirt in your fists. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes sincerely, “I was just feeling so stressed and overwhelmed but I promise I didn’t mean anything I said. I always look forward to your good morning texts and your phone calls at night. These past few days have been hell for me.” When he finally pulls away, he takes a closer look at you, quickly noticing the dark circles under your eyes and the exhausted look on your face. “You look tired,” he observed out loud, “Have you not been sleeping well?” 

You shrug your shoulders at him, avoiding eye contact as you move your gaze to the floor. No matter how much he hurt you, you didn’t have the heart to tell him the reason you couldn’t sleep was because of him. But he can see right through you, blaming himself for saying harsh things to you, for being away from you when you needed him. “It’s because of me, isn’t it?” he asks sadly, looking at you with big, guilty eyes. He hates the fact that he’s the reason you haven’t been well when it was his job to make sure you’re well taken care of.

He pulls you back into a hug, whispering over and over again, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You bring a hand up, lightly patting him on the back to reassure him. “It’s okay, Jungkook. I know you’re busy, you’re doing your best,” you try to reassure him but he frowns down at you, shaking his head stubbornly. He guides you to the table, picking up some food with a fork before holding it out to you. “Jungkook you don’t have to-” you try to protest but he gives you a look that says he won’t let you raise a finger.

Giving in with a sigh, you open your mouth, allowing him to spoon-feed you but not without making sure he’s feeding himself as well. Jungkook keeps feeding you until you physically can’t eat another bite and you feel like you’re going to explode because of how full you are. He already failed to make sure you were well-rested and he’d be damned if he failed to make sure you were eating well too.

Once you two finish eating, Jungkook rushes to throw all the takeout containers into the garbage before coming back to you. He picks you up bridal style, carrying you to your shared bedroom and gently seating you on the bed. “I’ll run a bath for you. Wait here,” he tells you as he turns to enter the bathroom but you reach out to grasp onto the fabric of his sleeve, stopping his movements. He turns around at your hold, looking at you with questioning eyes. “

It’s okay, Jungkook, I know you’re tired too. Let’s just go to sleep,” you tell him with a soft smile. His bottom lip juts out as he pouts at you, his desire to make it up to you clear in his eyes. “Please?” you ask softly, “I just want to be with you right now.” Jungkook can’t deny you when you ask him so nicely, immediately giving in as you scoot over on the bed, creating room for him as he climbs into bed beside you. 

He pulls you into his arms, engulfing you in his warmth and washing away all your worries. Laying your head on his chest, your eyelids start to grow heavy as you listen to his steady heartbeat. “Jungkook?” you mumble drowsily, on the verge of falling asleep. “Hmm?” he hums in acknowledgement, the vibration rumbling through his chest. “Can you sing to me, please?” you request softly as you mindlessly trace the tattoos on his skin. 

Nervously, you eye the front door. It’s been propped open and you can hear yelling coming from the backyard where the pool must be. As you reach the door as a younger looking man in just a pair of swim shorts appears at the door. He obviously works out with how fit he appears, but yet it’s not over the top making him appear more like a biker or swimmer than like a bodybuilder.

“Well hello, gorgeous.” Danika simpers at him.

His lips widen into a smile, but he doesn’t show teeth and you don’t see the smile reach his eyes. “Hello.” His deep voice welcomes you. His dark eyes rake across Danika’s body from under his fringe of light blond hair before he gestures down the hall. “Everyone is out back. You arrived just in time too. Please join us.” He closes the door behind you.

jungkook!

You two are kind of dorky together but it’s really adorable

He likes anime just like you so you two often watch together while eating or cuddling

He also collects marvel figures similarly to how you collect anime figures and manga so many of the walls in your house are covered by shelves holding all your figures and manga

Since you both enjoy painting, you two have a small art room in the house dedicated to painting

It’s your little safe space where you two can relax and destress as you paint together in comfortable silence

Jungkook sneaks into the art room when you’re busy or you’re not around to paint a picture of you

When he finally finishes, he gives it to you as a surprise

You hang both your paintings all around the house, adding a touch of your own and making it really feel like home

Additionally, there is also a gaming room in the house for your PC’s and a television for your game consoles

Since video games are a common interest between you two, they helped bring you two closer as friends and form a close bond, eventually blossoming into something more than friendship

You have a lot of precious memories of date nights in that room, playing video games together until late hours of the night or even early hours of the morning

Since you usually end up passed out in that room, you have a few comfy beanbags and a couch just big enough for the two of you to crash on if you’re too tired to go back to the bedroom

There’s also a mini-fridge filled with drinks and a small shelf lined with snacks in case you guys get hungry

Jungkook is definitely the type to build you a surprise in Minecraft and ask you out through the game

He’ll build a beautiful garden or a roller coaster and at the end, he’ll give you a flower named something along the lines of. “Go out with me?”

Sitting next to him, you turn to find him staring intensely at the screen, his face and ears burning bright red

Giggling, you tell him yes before reaching over to kiss him on the cheek

He and Jin have made sushi before during In the Soop, and he knows your love for sushi, so he’ll try and recreate it again for you

He’ll smile and get all shy when you tell him how good at is, and he’ll be sure to make it again for you whenever you want

Since he is very ambitious, he’ll also ask you to teach him how to play piano

He learns quite quickly, and you can’t help but giggle at how cute he looks with his brows furrowed in concentration as he tries to learn a children’s song

When he finally perfects it, he’ll call you over excitedly and perform it for you before flashing you the cutest bunny smile

Clapping as you smile proudly, you praise him and shower him in kisses to which he happily accepts

As proud as he is to show you what he’s learned, there’s nothing he loves more than listening to you

He’ll pull you down to sit on the piano bench beside him and lean his head on your shoulder, asking you to play something for him

jungkook!

Similar to you, Jungkook can be shy but he can also be extroverted so you can understand each other and get along well

Your many common interests also help you become closer to the point where you’re practically inseparable

You’re often found playing video games together, drawing or painting, or even going outside to find things to take pictures of

You both have many hobbies and interests so you’re not always doing the same things

But even when you two are working independently on your own things, you work near each other in comfortable silence, simply finding comfort in each other’s presence

He’s not called the Golden Maknae for no reason, he’s naturally talented at many things

But a lot of his skills come from hard work and persistence

He’s fascinated by all your hobbies and how talented you are, and he admires you a lot for it

Jungkook loves to learn new things, especially when it’s you teaching him, and you love teaching so you two complement each other well

Oftentimes, he’ll ask you to help him with his English or other languages just for the fun of learning

To challenge himself, he’ll spontaneously ask you to only speak to him in a certain language so he can try to understand and learn the language, although it usually ends up with you two making strange gestures while trying to understand each other

But he’s a quick learner and whenever he gets things right, he stares at you with his round, doe eyes, silently asking for a kiss as a reward and who are you to refuse him?

One day, after seeing you cross-stitching, he asks you to teach him too

You two sit around the fireplace, shoulder to shoulder, and he watches you carefully as you slowly show him how to do it

It takes a while but you remain patient and once he gets the hang of it, he decides to cross-stitch you something as a present for Christmas

You try to take a peek at what he’s making but he holds it close to his chest, shooting you a glare as he tells you it’s a surprise

You pout at him but it slowly turns into a smile when you see how much effort he’s putting into making it

When he finally gives it to you, you see that it’s a little Christmas tree with a heart since he knows how much you love Christmas

He rests his cheek on his hand, staring at you expectantly

“Do you like it?” he asks as you pretend to think about it to tease him, “I worked really hard on it you know,”

Words can’t express how touched you are by his gift and instead, you practically tackle him into a hug, mumbling a hundred thank you’s into his stomach

You display it in the living room and every time you lay your eyes on it, you can’t help the small smile that forms on your face

Whenever you see it, you remember all the fond memories you have of teaching him how to cross-stitch and the look of concentration on Jungkook’s face as he made it for you

jungkook!

The first time Jungkook meets you, it’s like love at first sight

Your life-of-the-party energy immediately attracts everyone in the room, including him

The other members immediately take notice of the way he looks at you with heart eyes and laughs a little too hard at your jokes (but they have to admit they are funny)

They’ll be sure to tease him about how obviously whipped he is later, but for now, they do their part to try to help him out

Making up the excuse that they have work to do, they send Jungkook winks and a few thumbs up before leaving you two alone

Jungkook is quite shy at first, his interest in you only making him more nervous

But your fun and humorous personality puts him at ease and helps the conversation flow easily

As you two talk and get to know each other better, Jungkook becomes more comfortable and confident when he realizes how friendly you are

After learning that you love sports, you become Jungkook’s go-to gym partner and the person he calls when he needs someone to help him practice for a Run BTS episode

On some of their days off, you and Jungkook play against Jimin and Taehyung in a variety of sports

On the days that he’s tired and would rather relax, you two catch up on some anime, sometimes joined by some of the other members

But the combination of Jungkook’s competitiveness, his natural athletic ability, and the chemistry between you and him is unbeatable, resulting in a whining Jimin and a pouting Taehyung when they lose yet again and have to pay for dinner

The first time Jungkook asks you to hang out, he takes you out for a karaoke night with the boys because he’s nervous and thinks you would be more comfortable in a group setting

You don’t mind at all and you have a great time with all of them, but you can’t help but wish you could also spend some alone time together

At the end of the night, Jungkook offers to drive you home, and during the ride back, you two end up blasting music and singing your hearts out

Too focused on yelling out the lyrics and the feeling of the wind blowing through your hair, you don’t realize that Jungkook’s taking the long way home to prolong the moment

Nor do you notice the way he stares and smiles at you fondly, wanting to ingrain every detail of you in his mind and remember this moment forever

When you finally reach your house, you thank him for driving you home and invite him inside

You talk more about your passion for music, and Jungkook shares how he loves music as well, but can sometimes struggle with writing songs because of the perfectionist in him

He gets a lot of inspiration from you, and you’re always the first one he’ll show his finished songs to

You two have a very playful relationship and he loves to tease and imitate you

But he can also be extremely soft and clingy, especially when he’s tired

Five years of marriage and two kids later, being with Jungkook was amazing, but not always perfect. The majority of ARMY, his fans, had congratulated Jungkook on his marriage with you and had accepted you; however,  there was still a group of “fans,” who couldn’t accept that Jungkook was married to you. These “fans,” had band together, creating social media pages against you and recruiting followers to harass you and your family whenever Jungkook wasn’t around. You received constant hate and threats on a daily basis, which became overwhelming after awhile even though you tried to avoid them most of the time. 

That afternoon, you had gone out to the supermarket with your kids, along with the security team Jungkook had hired to keep you all safe in public if you needed it; however, you had asked them to wait outside for you, thinking you’d be safe with your kids for a few minutes in your local market--boy were you wrong.

Things were going well for the most part with you playing around with your children and having a good time picking out the ingredients for the dinner you had planned on cooking that evening, but then you saw them. A group of girls in their teens to early twenties making their way towards you. 

“There they are!” one yells signaling the others with her as they all crowd around you, “You know Jungkook is only with you temporarily right? He belongs to ARMY! Get that through your head.”

You try to ignore them and just turn around with your kids to leave quietly without causing a scene, but the girls had other plans.

“Where do you think you’re going?” another one yells, grabbing the back of your shirt with force, causing you to stumble back and fall onto the ground with a loud smack. 

You’re winded for a few moments, but the cries from your kids pulls your attention back to them.

“Go outside!” you hurriedly instruct your children, hoping the girls won’t stop them before they could get to the security team that were waiting outside.

Your kids follow your instructions and take off in a quick dash before the girls have time to react. It’s then that the crowd of so-called fans begin taking turns throwing grocery items at you. Eggs pounded hard onto your head and back, as flour was throw over you to stick to the wetness of the eggs. A few of the girls came over and dug their nails into your arm with force, trying to hold you down as another group squirted condiments on your helpless form. You tried your best to wiggle yourself out of their grasp, but they only tightened their grip, continuing their assault with more ferocity, sending a few kicks into your abdomen as all you could do was face each beating you received.

“That’s enough! Get Y/N off the ground and collect as many of these assaulters as possible,” the lead guard disrupts the crowd and instructs his crew. 

He then turns to you and offers you a hand up as the girls begin to run off, “Are you alright? I’m sorry for not making it to you sooner.”

You grab his hand and heave yourself off the floor with his support. Your abdomen was burning from all the kicks you had received and scratch marks littered your arms, already a bright shade of red from the force of angry hands holding you down; you knew there’d be bruises in a few hours. 

“I’m fine,” you curtly respond, “Are my kids okay?”

“Yes, they’re already in the car waiting for us. Let's get you to a hospital to clean you up and make sure you’re all right,” he says, leading you to the car that was waiting outside.

“No need, just take us straight home please.”

He stops and stares at you for a while, contemplating something for a few seconds before nodding in agreement, “Very well, let's go.”

In the car, you hide your arms from your children, covering them with a sweater you had brought with you as you assure them that everything is okay.

“I’m fine, my loves! Those girls were just playing around too roughly; everything is going to be okay now, don’t worry!” you force a smile for their sake, not wanting them to see you in pain or crying.

Back home, you jump in the shower to wipe away the mess of the incident after making sure your kids were occupied with their favorite show in the living room. Chunks of egg shells fell out of your hair, down the shower drain as silent tears followed, getting lost in the moisture of the water flowing down your face as well. 

It was a lot--not being allowed to spend the day with your family in public without security breathing down your neck; there just was no sense of normalcy that you felt you needed. 

After your shower, you dried off and made your way to the security guard that was still hanging around.

“Were you able to get in contact with my husband?” you ask him after your many failed attempts at contacting Jungkook.

“No, Y/N I’m sorry. He must be busy with group business at the moment. Would you like me to stay here until he comes back? You have security posted outside at all times anyway, but after what happened today, perhaps you’d feel safer if I stayed inside?”

“That’s all right,” you shake your head, “I really just want to be alone with my family right now, but thank you for everything today. Please contact me if you’re able to reach Jungkook.”

He nods his head in understanding and quickly leaves so you can relax. 

Instead of relaxing though, you continue to try to reach your husband. Call after call, text after text, but nothing--no answer. 

And the day continues on. Your body aches from the beating you received from those girls, but nevertheless, you push through and tend to your children until evening strikes when you finally put them to sleep. By then though, your frustrations only seemed to grow as there was still no sign from Jungkook. 

You felt hopeless and confused; something like this had never happened before and your husband wasn’t around to bring you any comfort when you really needed it. You understood his work with BTS was important and you supported his career 100%, but family should always come first. 

You had waited all night for him, growing more miserable and agitated as each hour passed without a single word or from him. 

It wasn’t until around 1am when you hear the sound of the front door opening, signaling the arrival of your husband at last. You remain seated in your place in the living room, not making a single attempt to get up to greet him at the door.

He quietly enters your shared home, probably thinking that everyone was still asleep, and is surprised when he sees your form on the living room couch.

“Hey baby. What’re you doing up?” he greets with a grins upon seeing you, but that changes as soon as he notices the bandages littered up and down your arms.

He walks closer to you, now also noticing your cold expression as well.

“What happened?” he asks you, trying to pick up your arms to examine them, but you move away from him slightly, making his face fall even further. 

“Where have you been?” you ask, ignoring his own question, trying to keep your voice stable, but failing as it shakes a little.

“I was with the boys. Why, what happened?” he asks nervously again. 

You finally look over at him and get up to move closer to him, close enough that you can smell the alcohol reeking off him. 

“Out drinking with the boys, huh?”

“Well yeah, we were celebrating the completion of another one of our albums, but baby please tell me what happened, you’re worrying me,” he asks a third time, a little louder, now losing his patience since he was worrying about your injuries. 

“Ohhh, so now you’re worried about me. Over 30 missed calls later and now you want to be worried,” you scoff, “Unbelievable.” 

He scrambles for his phone in his pocket and his eyes widen as he finally sees all the missed calls and texts from you and his security team. 

“I'm sorry baby, I didn't hear my phone ringing,” he runs his hands through his hair, visibly stressed about missing all your calls when something big clearly happened to you, ”But please answer my question...what happened?”

“Your fans are what happened, Jungkook,” you say, really starting to get upset, “They attacked me while I was out shopping with our children.”

“What?” he raises his voice, his eyes widening as he paces back and forth, “Where were the guards? How could this happen while they were around? Let me see your arm, are you all right?”

He goes to inspect your arm once more, but again, you move away from him.

“I told them to wait outside, they weren’t around,” you say ignoring his question about your injuries.

“Seriously Y/N, I hired them for a reason! Why would you ask them to wait outside? You could have put our children in danger and look at you,” he points to all your injuries, “You’re all bruised up along with all your other injuries that I probably can’t even see, for crying out loud!”

“Is it so bad that I wanted to feel like a normal family with my children for once without guards looming over us?” you scream, feeling frustrated that you couldn’t live the normal life that other families could.

“And that’s my fault? We decided to get married, and I’m sorry that some of my fans don’t know how to act, but this isn’t on me! This could have all been avoided if you just kept the guards around like I we agreed from the very beginning.”

“I signed up to marry you, not deal with all this bull that suddenly came with it!” you huff, tears now flowing freely down your face.”

Jungkook opened his mouth to respond, hurt clear across his face at your words, but he’s stopped by a small voice from the hallway. 

“Daddy?” one of your kids ask him from the doorway with their sibling beside them, “Why are you both screaming?”

“I’m sorry sweetie, did we wake you guys up?” Jungkook's voice lowers as he approaches his children, “Don’t worry, we’re just talking. Let’s get you both back to bed.”

He looks up at you once more with a sigh before carrying your children both out of the room, back to their own bedroom.

You throw your face into your hands in his absence, already regretting the words you said to him. Does he think that you regretted marrying him? Because you didn’t. Jungkook was the love of your life, your soulmate; someone you saw yourself with for eternity. 

Stupid stupid stupid, you think to yourself as the tears continue to silently make their way down your face. I shouldn’t have told the security to stay outside, this really is all my fault, but here I am trying to take it out on him. 

A few minutes later, when your kids are all tucked away in bed, Jungkook comes back out to the living room. Your head jumps up when you hear his footsteps approaching.

“I’m sorry-,” you both say at the same time, making you crack a small smile, wiping your tears from your face. 

“I’m sorry for blaming you,” you continue, “I just felt overwhelmed, I didn’t mean to lash out at you like that. It really was my fault for asking the guards to stay outside while I shopped alone with the kids. And for your information, I love being married to you. Despite all the people out there who may not love us together, I love you and I'll always love you.”

“You don’t need to apologize, my love. I do--for letting you go through all that alone because I couldn’t pick up the phone. And no it’s not your fault, I’m sorry for insinuating that it was. I know it’s hard not being able to go out and enjoy time with the family without eyes always watching you, but I appreciate that you're strong enough to stay with me through it all. I love you too, more that you can ever imagine,” he apologizes, reaching down to pull you into his arms carefully, trying not to touch any of your bruises and injuries, “And I’m sorry they hurt you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there myself to stop them.”

“It’s okay baby, I-”

“No it’s not okay. And it never will be okay. It’s been years. If they really call themselves my fans then they need to support the people in my life that I love. I promise I’ll talk to the company tomorrow so we can sort this all out,” he explains with a kiss to your forehead

You smile, happy that things worked out in the end, “Thank you,” you whisper, hugging him closer.

“Now, let's take a look at those bruises, I refuse to go to bed until I kiss every single one of them better,” he pouts.

“You big baby,” you laugh, giving him a playful smack on the chest, “That sounds amazing though.”

And that’s exactly what he did. He kissed every bruise, glaring holes into them hoping they would just disappear from your skin. But from that day forth, Jungkook upped the security around you and your kids and kept his phone ringer on, checking in multiple times a day to make sure he didn’t miss a thing. He loves you and wants to be there for you and your kids whenever you guys need him, and he always will be there for you guys.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

You had called him several times when he was late for the dinner you two planned, and when he didn’t answer any of your calls, you drove all the way to HYBE to give him a piece of your mind. You loved everything about Jungkook, including his hardworking and dedicated nature, but sometimes he didn’t know where to draw the line between working hard and overexertion. That’s when you and the other members would have to step in, stopping him before he could burn himself out.

You burst into BTS’ practice room, slightly panting from all the flights of stairs you had to climb because you were too impatient to wait for the elevator. “What are you doing here?” he asks as he stares blankly at you. “Nice to see you too,” you say sarcastically, crossing your arms over your chest as you give him an unimpressed look. “It’s already 1 am, shouldn’t you be at home?” he ignores your snarky comment as he states the obvious. 

“I could be saying the same about you,” you shoot back. He rolls his eyes at you, moving towards the monitor to start the music again. “Jungkook,” you call out. “That’s enough,” you say sternly. When he doesn’t seem to hear you, or at least he doesn’t acknowledge that he heard you, you start to get ticked off. 

“Did you hear me?” you ask, raising your voice as you try to be heard over the music. But he continues to dance as if you weren’t there at all. Stomping over to the monitor, you turn the music off, waiting for him to acknowledge that you’re there. “What is wrong with you Jungkook?” you ask frustratedly. Even though he could be stubborn, he was never this immature, going as far as ignoring your entire presence.

But just like you, he seemed to be reaching his patience’s end and your comment caused something in him to snap. “You’re what’s wrong with me!” he blurts out without thinking. “You’re always bothering me and telling me to rest and take care of myself. Don’t you understand how important work is? I can’t just take a break whenever I want to y/n!” he says glares at you coldly.

Ignoring the sharp pain in your chest caused by his harsh words and the tears forming in your eyes, you continue to fight back, “Everyone’s already left except for you!” You knew just how important his work to him was and he had your full support. But you also knew that he wasn’t required to stay hours later than everyone else and work himself to the point of exhaustion.

“You’re so annoying,” he mumbles under his breath. “Why? Because I’m right?” you spit out. “Because you never shut up!” he shouts at you, his breathing ragged as he stares at you. Any retorts you had get stuck in your throat as it constricts and it suddenly feels hard to breathe. You blink rapidly to keep your tears from falling, refusing to show how much his words affected you.

Jungkook doesn’t miss the hurt that flashes across your face, and it causes a tight feeling in his chest as his heart constricts. It almost makes him want to reach out to you and apologize. Almost. “You should leave, y/n,” he says staring down at the floor, regretful but too stubborn to say sorry. You open your mouth to protest against him, refusing to go home without him, but only a broken noise escapes you.

You could usually stand up to Jungkook because you knew at the end of the day, you two loved each other very much. But now, you’re heart was filled with so much insecurity. You’re always bothering me. You’re so annoying. You never shut up. You had no idea he felt this way about you, so how could you be so sure he even loved you anymore? With a silent nod, you keep your eyes cast to the floor as you cross the room, swallowing the lump in your throat when you reach the door. Jungkook hasn’t moved since he told you to leave, and you cast him a sad look over your shoulder as you reach for the doorknob.

“I love you,” you choke out. But he stays silent as his eyes remain on the floor. Your vision starts to blur as you stare at his back, desperately hoping for him to say it back. But he doesn’t. And when the first tear falls from your eyes, you’re rushing out the door feeling rejected and humiliated, something you’ve never felt around Jungkook before.

Still standing in the middle of the practice room, Jungkook is absolutely torn. This is what he wanted, isn’t it? For everyone to leave him alone so he could practice? He should be happy, but he can’t ignore the ache in his chest and the guilt weighing on his shoulders knowing he hurt you. Not wanting to think about it anymore, he jumps straight back into practice to distract himself.

When Jungkook finally decides he’s practiced enough for the day, he goes home to BTS’ shared apartment. “Jungkook?” Hoseok calls out in confusion, causing all the member’s heads to turn to Jungkook as he walks in through the front door. They remember passing by you earlier in the halls when you were on your way to bring Jungkook home, so what was he doing back here? They figured that you must’ve failed in getting him to stop practicing, but that still didn’t explain why he didn’t return home to you.

“What happened?” Jin questions him, immediately knowing something was up,  but Jungkook denies it. “Nothing happened,” he grumbles as he tries to walk past them, but Namjoon grabs his arm to stop him. Dropping his bag on the floor, Jungkook falls back onto the couch with a sigh knowing that nothing gets past them.

“We got in a fight,” he mumbles, remembering the hurt expression on your face or the tears that fell from your eyes when he said hurtful things to you. Before he knows it, Jungkook is breaking down in front of all his Hyungs, telling them everything that was said between you two. He knew he would get scolded, but he couldn’t bear the guilty weighing on his chest any longer.

“Jungkook,” Jimin sighs disapprovingly as shakes his head in disappointment, but he knows a scolding is not what the maknae needs right now. They could all see the guilt swimming around in his eyes and they knew he was sorry. “You know what to do,” Namjoon tells him as he stands from the couch. “Just don’t wait too long or you might regret it,” he says, patting Jungkook on the shoulder before they all walk away, giving him some time and space to think. If only Jungkook had listened.

It’s been four days since you and Jungkook fought and he still hasn’t returned home, let alone call you or text you. The house felt so cold and empty without him, and to make matters worse, you were starting to fall sick with a terrible cough. You didn’t want to be alone but you were hesitant to call Jungkook because you knew he was probably busy, and you weren’t sure if he would pick up your calls anyway.

But even though you two were upset at each other, you were still worried about his health and if he was taking proper care of himself. Despite his busy schedule as an idol, you’ve never been apart for more than a couple of days, seeing him for at least a few minutes before bed or before he leaves for work. Wanting to check up on him and make sure he’s okay, you decide to drop off some food for all the boys since they’ve been working so hard. 

As you drive to the company building with the food you picked up in the back of your car, your mind wanders to Jungkook as you think about facing him again. Is he still mad at you? Would he ignore you or would he apologize? You hoped it would be the latter, but your hopes were crushed as soon as you walked into the practice room. While all the boys welcomed you warmly as per usual, Jungkook acted as if you weren’t there at all. 

Because you never shut up! His words echo in your mind as you recall what happened the last time you were standing in this practice room. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you try to talk as little as possible, not wanting to annoy him or anger him anymore. You hated feeling like you were walking on thin ice with him but you didn’t know what else to do, hoping that he would eventually cool down and come to you.

You only stay for a few more minutes before you’re waving goodbye to them and stepping out of the practice room. “Wait y/n!” Jimin calls, causing you to stop and turn back around, “You’re not eating with us?” You simply shake your head and smile before you’re out the door. You would’ve loved to stay and eat with them but Jungkook clearly didn’t want you there and you didn’t want to invade on his lunch. You were content with just dropping off the food and leaving as long as you knew he would be eating well.

All the boys frown at your sudden exit. It was obvious Jungkook hasn’t talked to you yet and the fight must have been much more serious than they thought as they’ve never seen you two act so distant before. “You still haven’t talked to her?” Yoongi asks with a raised eyebrow. “I just haven’t had the time,” Jungkook lies as he shakes his head. He had many opportunities to go home and talk to you but he busied himself with work in order to avoid you.

He felt terrible for how he treated you, but it was easy to forget about it if he didn’t see you, as you were only a reminder of all the terrible things he said. But after seeing you stay silent for the whole duration of your visit, afraid to speak up because of something he said, he couldn’t ignore it anymore. He knew he had to apologize as soon as possible.

But even after his realization, it’s not until a few days later does he get a chance to go back to your shared apartment because of their packed work schedule. The apartment is dark and empty when Jungkook gets home, and he’s met with nothing but silence as he steps inside. “Y/n?” he calls out, waiting for some kind of response. He deflates slightly when you don’t answer him, but he knows he deserves it for avoiding you for almost a week.

While kicking off his shoes, he suddenly hears harsh coughing coming from the bedroom, causing his feet to move before his brain can even comprehend what’s happening. “Y/n?!” he asks, slightly panicked as he bursts into the bedroom and finds you sitting on the bed, your whole body being wracked forward with every cough that forces its way out of your throat. He rushes to your side, rubbing your back to help you through your coughing fit. As soon as you start to calm down, he hurriedly stands from the bed.

“I’ll be right back okay?” he says as he rushes out the bedroom and into the kitchen. He comes back seconds later, handing you a cup of water and telling you to drink it. He patiently watches as you sip on the water, hands clasped in his lap as he waits for you to say something, anything. But even after you bring the cup down from your lips, you remain silent, staring at the glass of water in your hands with a faraway look in your eyes.

When it was clear you weren’t going to speak up anytime soon, Jungkook breaks the silence. “Y/n?” he says quietly, causing you to look up at him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” he asks with a frown. He understood why you say anything to him about being sick, but even if you two were fighting, he didn’t want you to suffer alone and he would’ve dropped everything to come home and take care of you.

Every second that passes by, the heavier his heart becomes knowing that he was the reason for your silence. “Please say something,” he stares at you pleadingly. The guilt was becoming unbearable and he just needed to hear you say something, he just needed to know that you were okay. But when you open your mouth to say something, nothing comes out. Your eyes widen in panic as you bring a hand up to your throat. “What’s wrong?” he asks, alarmed by your reaction, “You can’t speak?” You shake your head as you ball the sheets tightly in your fists, trying your best to hold back your tears.

Internally, Jungkook was beginning to panic at your inability to speak, but he knew he had to remain calm for you. Gently urging you out of bed, he grabs a sweatshirt of his and hands it to you. “Let’s go to the hospital, okay? You’ll be okay,” he tries to reassure you, but it’s more for himself. Nodding at him, you pull the sweatshirt over your head before following him out the door.

Arriving at the hospital, you take a seat as Jungkook talks to one of the nurses at the front desk, and it’s not long before you two are brought into a room. After being asked a series of questions to which you could only nod or shake your head and having a few tests taken, the doctor steps out to retrieve your results. Jungkook can’t help but regard you guiltily as you sit in the hospital bed anxiously waiting for your results.

You had been suffering at home, alone all this time. What if he didn’t come home today? Would you have just gotten worse without anyone knowing? Shaking those thoughts from his head, he didn’t want to think of what could’ve happened had he not come home. He should have returned sooner, but now that he was here, he wasn’t going to abandon you again.

When the doctor reappears, both of your heads snap to the door as he looks at you with a solemn expression on his face. “It appears Ms. l/n’s case is worse than we imagined,” the doctor announces with a sigh. “We thought it was just a bad cough but your conditioned has worsened because you didn’t get it checked out right away which could mean,” the doctor pauses as he braces himself to tell you the bad news, “You may lose your voice permanently.”

Your whole world seems to come to a stop as those words leave the doctor’s mouth, and everything becomes hazy as he explains your treatment. No matter how hard you try to focus on his voice, his words don’t seem to reach your ears as you helplessly try to read his lips. Even then, the image of his face slowly starts to blur as the tears build up in your eyes.

“We’ll give you medication to take, and you’re not to use your voice at all for three days. After those three days, your voice should return if the medicine works properly. But if it does not,” he pauses with a dark look on his face, “Then I’m afraid there’s nothing more we can do.” You nod in understanding, trying to muster a small smile of appreciation as he walks out to give you two some privacy.

Before the door can even close behind the doctor, tears are already falling from Jungkook’s eyes as he stares at you with the most heartbroken expression on his face. He should have been there for you. That’s all he can think as you offer him a small smile telling him that it’s okay and you don’t blame him at all. But it only makes him cry harder, feeling responsible for all of this and wishing he did something sooner.

“I’m sorry, I take it back. I didn’t mean anything I said,” he cries as he takes your hands in his. “I love you,” he chokes out through his sobs as he desperately stares at you through his tears. “Please,” he begs as you try your best to hold back your tears for him. “Please say it back,” he cries as his head falls into your lap, clutching you tightly as he cries into your stomach.

A single tear escapes and drips down your cheek as he buries his face in your torso but you’re quick to wipe it away before he can see. You know he feels responsible for all this but you don’t blame him at all, and you don’t want him to blame himself either. All you can do is smile and pat his head, gently running your fingers through his hair to comfort him to the best of your ability.

Your last “I love you” echoes through Jungkook’s head as he remembers the last thing you ever said to him that night in the practice room. It absolutely crushes him to know that he didn’t say it back when he was able to because now, you can’t say it at all. Karma really was a bitch.

Jungkook is practically glued to your side during the days you spend recovering, fussing over you at every given moment. He’s taken some time off work not only to take care of you but to become better for you. The reason you got into an argument in the first place was because he was spending too much time at work and although changing now wouldn’t bring your voice back, he was determined to make it up to you in whatever ways he could.

“Are you hungry?” he asks to which you shake your head. “Thirsty then? Are you bored? Do you want to watch a movie?” he continues to fret about you. But even as you start to form a headache from shaking your head so much, you can’t help but smile fondly at him. You missed spending time at home together just enjoying each other’s company. As selfish as it sounds, it felt nice to feel like the focus of his attention for once. There wasn’t work or dance or music on his mind, just you. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating an idol, but for once, it felt like he loved you just as much as you loved him. Maybe even more.

As the days pass by, Jungkook seems to grow even more restless. Running around the house, looking for random things to do to keep him busy. But when the third day finally arrives, Jungkook does a complete one-eighty. Too afraid to find out if you truly lost your voice or not, he convinces you to wait an extra day, claiming that it’s better to give your voice an extra day to heal. You watch in amusement as Jungkook seems to be at war with himself. While he’s convinced you and himself to wait, he’s constantly asking how your throat feels and if you think it’s healed. 

When you finally get him to settle in for the night, you turn off the lamp as he slides into bed next to you. “Goodnight y/n,” he whispers as he places a kiss on your forehead, “I love you.” Ever since that day in the practice room, Jungkook has regretted not saying it back to you. So he’s made an effort to tell you he loves you as often as possible, making sure you knew how he really felt about you.

You agreed to wait to appease Jungkook and because a part of you was also afraid of the possibility of you truly losing your voice. But another part of you couldn’t stand the suspense any longer. You didn’t want to see the look on Jungkook’s face if you haven’t healed but there was no point in trying to avoid the inevitable. Closing your eyes to mentally prepare yourself, you take a deep breath before you open your mouth.

“I love you too,” you say softly. Your voice was still a little scratchy, but it was better than before. The fact that you could talk at all proved that your voice was not lost and slowly but surely, it would recover. The moment those words leave your mouth, Jungkook’s whole body freezes, his muscles going stiff as your voice registers in his mind.

Whipping his head around, he stares at you with wide eyes. “D-did-,” he stutters. “Did you just?” he can’t even form a proper sentence as he feels overwhelmed with emotions when you nod. In a flash, he throws his arms around your shoulders, causing you to fall back on the pillows as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

Your wrap your arms around his waist as he hugs you tightly, pulling you close until there’s no space between you two as he sheds tears of relief. “I-” he hiccups, “I’m so glad you’re okay.” You feel his tears soak into your shirt as you gently rub his back. “I’m so sorry,” he cries harder.

“It’s okay,” you whisper into his hair and press a kiss on the top of his head. There was so much more you wanted to say to him, but even though your voice wasn’t lost, you still had to take it easy. Cradling his head to your shoulder, you gently run your fingers through his hair to soothe him.

Pulling away from him slightly, Jungkook looks up at you with watery eyes. The tip of his nose is red and he sniffles cutely as you gently use your thumbs to wipe away the tears on his cheeks. He pulls the blankets over the both of you before wrapping his arms around your waist, tucking your head under his chin as you place your hands against his chest. It felt like a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders as he fell asleep with you in his arms knowing that when you two woke up, everything would be okay.

The morning that Jungkook returns to work for the first time since your visit to the hospital, you have to practically kick him out of the house. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Jungkook asks for the tenth time that morning as you walk him to the door. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be perfectly fine!” you insist as you give him a push towards the door, “Now hurry up or else you’ll be late.” But he easily resists your shove, pulling you in for a quick hug and a peck on the lips.

Ever since you had gotten sick, Jungkook was paranoid about leaving you alone, afraid he wouldn’t be there for you if you needed him. It was especially hard for him because he had taken a lot of time off to be with you during your recovery, so it was hard for him to go back. Peeling him off of you, you laugh at his clinginess before pushing him out the door and sending him to work.

Throughout the day, you receive many text messages and calls from him, checking up on you and asking how you are. He gives you updates on all the boys, even turning on his camera and allowing them to say hi. About an hour before the time Jungkook finishes work, you start to cook dinner so it’ll be hot when he comes home.

Blasting BTS’ songs throughout the house, you sing along while you stir the pot. Not hearing the front door unlocking or the approaching footsteps, you jump when a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. You let out a gasp before you hear Jungkook chuckle behind you, nuzzling his nose into the side of your neck. “Jungkook,” you breathe out in relief. “You scared me!” you lightly scold him as you smack him on the shoulder. But it only causes his laughter to grow as he backs off to go change.

Grabbing your phone, you pause the music now that he’s home, continuing to prepare the food. Walking back into the kitchen in a pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt, Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you. “Where’d the music go?” he asks. “I just paused it,” you answer him simply as you gesture to your phone sitting on the counter. It wasn’t that Jungkook didn’t like you playing their songs at home, but you weren’t the best singer on the planet, choosing to be considerate and spare his ears now that he was home.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he says, reaching for your phone on the counter and pressing play. “Keep singing please?” he asks with his big, puppy dog eyes that he knows you can’t resist. You were no professional singer but he didn’t care, he just wanted to hear your voice. “As you wish,” you give in with a sigh before proceeding to sing along loudly, not always on key and probably bothering your neighbours but you didn’t care.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask sitting across the dining table from Jungkook. You had run out of things to talk about long ago but Jungkook insisted you keep talking, leading to you telling him about your day until you noticed how he was gazing at you. “Like what?” he asks. “Like... that,” you gesture to the way he’s resting his cheek on his palm as he continues to stare at you like you’re his whole world.