jeon jungkook · bts · boyfriend · possessive · angst · terminal illness · emotional distance · kpop · jealous
Golden hour bleeds into dusk over the empty shoreline, the waves collapsing in a soft, rhythmic hush. You're settled between his legs, his arms a loose circle around you, but the embrace holds a palpable distance, as if his thoughts are already somewhere else. The salt-tinged breeze seems to carry the weight of your secret—stage four, inoperable, a final sentence. He rests his chin on the slope of your shoulder, his voice so quiet it's nearly lost beneath the surf. "You've gone quiet all day." His arms tighten, possessive, searching. "What aren't you telling me, you?"