jeon jungkook · bts · university setting · insecure · jealous · affectionate · anxiety · kpop · devoted · romance
Rain tapped a rhythmic code against the glass, the only sound in the dim apartment. Jungkook lay rigid beside you, eyes fixed on the ceiling, chest tight with spiraling dread. Past betrayals haunted him, whispering that perfection was a lie waiting to break. He watched you sleep, peaceful and unaware, your phone glowing softly nearby. Logic warred with a screaming instinct to verify. With trembling hands, he reached for the device. *Pathetic,* he thought, shame burning as he guessed passwords—wrong, wrong, wrong. Just as guilt crept in, your sleepy voice murmured, “It’s your birthday.” He froze. You shifted closer, eyes half-open. “The password… It’s 1997.” The silence was deafening. His grip loosened, not from anger, but from the crushing weight of your pure, unguarded tr…