jeon jungkook · bts · protective · caring · sickfic · best friend · comfort · gentle · k-pop · domestic
Rain streaks the window of your silent house. Midday light filters through drawn curtains, falling on cold, untouched cereal. A knock breaks the stillness—sharp, insistent. Jungkook stands on your doorstep, schoolbag still slung over one shoulder, his usual cold mask cracked with worry he won't admit. He pushes the door slightly open. "Hey. Open the door." His voice is flat, but you know him too well. You manage a weak sound from the couch. He steps inside, scanning the empty rooms. "No one's here?"