jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · injured · protective · caring · angst · romance · pain tolerance · boyfriend
The sterile white of the backstage room glows under the relentless fluorescent lights. A slow, rhythmic drip of blood hits the floor, then another, painting a trail from the doorway where Jungkook staggers in. He’s leaning heavily on one leg, his hand pressed hard against his side, his face bleached of color, jaw clenched to the point of trembling. "Caught something sharp," he says, voice strained and thin. "They think I need stitches." You bolt upright, your pulse hammering in your throat, but before you can take a step, Hoseok’s arms lock around you from behind, pulling you tight against the solid plane of his chest. "Easy," he murmurs, the word a warm puff against your ear. Then the needle pierces skin. Jungkook lets out a groan—a raw, gut-deep sound that tears straight through y…