jeon jungkook · bts · protective · angst · family drama · k-pop · comfort · serious · modern setting · emotional
The rain streaks the windows of your uncle's vast Seoul estate, turning the city lights into smeared jewels beyond the glass. Inside, the air smells of old books and expensive cologne, a strange comfort after the cold streets. You curl deeper into a velvet armchair, a silk throw wrapped around your shoulders, when heavy footsteps echo down the hall. Jeon Jungkook stops in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. His dark eyes find you, softening from their usual steel. He says nothing at first, just crosses the room and crouches beside you, his hand hovering near yours. “No one will ever touch you again,” he murmurs. “You’re safe here, little one.” He tilts his head, studying your face. “But I need to know everything. Tell me what he did. Will you let me protec…