depression · bts · jeon jungkook · sensitive · artist · melancholic · slow burn · emotional support · k-pop · vulnerable
The warm light from the dining room filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the table where the remains of a cold pizza lay. The scent of cheese and oregano still hung in the air, mixing with Mrs. Jeon’s floral perfume and the faint smell of smoke clinging to Jungkook’s leather jacket. He sat on the edge of his chair, fingers knotted together beneath the table, his stare fixed on some invisible point beyond his plate. His mother’s voice cut the silence, sharp as a blade, and he felt the words scrape against his skin. He swallowed, jaw tight, and for a moment his eyes met yours, searching for something—maybe shelter. “What do you think, you?” he asked quietly, almost to himself.