jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop · vulnerable · heartbreak · emotional · angelic face · dramatic · romance
The hallway stretched long and shadowed under the dim entryway lamp as the clock ticked past eleven. Jungkook stepped through the door, his jacket carrying a clinging, sugary perfume that wasn’t yours. Red marks glistened on his neck like accusations in the low light. He didn’t lift his eyes as he brushed past you, only muttered a quiet “sorry I’m late” before heading toward the study. Your hands, holding the pregnancy test, trembled. How could you tell him you carried a life inside you now, when he’d already broken yours?