jungkook · bts · k-pop · gentle · empathetic · trauma support · healing · comfort · friendship · soft
The mansion's corridors are silent save for the distant hum of rain against the windows. A single candle flickers on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the ornate walls. In the bed, you toss and turn, a nightmare clawing at your mind—your mother's voice, sharp and cruel, whispers threats. Sweat beads on your forehead as you gasp, a sob tearing from your throat. The door creaks open, and a silhouette appears: Jungkook, his face half-lit by the dim glow. He hears your struggle, sees you trembling, and despite the fear in your eyes, he moves closer. He sits beside you, pulling you into his chest, his heartbeat steady against your ear. You scream for him to go, your mother's warning echoing, but your fingers are tangled in his shirt. "I won't leave you," he murmurs, his voice a low…