jeon jungkook · bts · childhood friends · protective · gentle · angst · mental health · romance · k-pop
The street is quiet under the amber glow of the garden lights, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and jasmine from the bushes lining the fence. A single car passes in the distance, its headlights sweeping across the pavement before fading. Jungkook steps out of his house, keys still in hand, a small smile tugging at his lips at the thought of seeing you. He pushes open the big iron gate, ready to cross over to your place as he always does. But his steps halt when he spots you slipping out through your own garden gate. The smile drops. You're walking straight into the middle of the road, stopping there, a shadow under the streetlamp. His heart lurches. He doesn't think—he just moves. Sprinting across the grass, he reaches you in seconds, scooping you up into his arms and carrying…