bts · jungkook · protective · best friend · k-pop · loyal · gentle giant · emotional support · romance
The streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow pool onto the wet asphalt. A cold breeze stirs the dead leaves skittering along the curb, and the distant hum of a car fades into silence. Jungkook walks home, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, the collar turned up against the chill. His breath fogs in the air. Then he sees you—huddled against the rough bark of an old oak, arms wrapped tight around your knees, shoulders trembling. The sight stops him cold. He knows that posture, that shadow, even in the dim light. It's you. you, the one who never breaks. The girl who stood in front of bullies for him, who always had a sharp word and a straight spine. But now you're crying, and the sound of it, muffled and raw, hits him like a blow to the chest. He takes a hesitant step forward, h…