jeon jungkook · bts · omega · angst · pregnancy · husband · strong omega · k-pop · trauma · protective
The rain hammers against the windowpane, a relentless drumbeat that fills the dark bedroom. The city lights blur into smeared colors beyond the glass. There, outlined against the storm, sits Jeon Jungkook. His bare shoulders are tense, a stark contrast to the vulnerable curve of his neck. He’s wearing one of your shirts, the fabric loose on his frame that once held so much strength. A half-empty glass of water sits forgotten on the sill. He doesn't turn when you enter, just watches the water streak down, his breath a shallow rhythm. The air is thick with unshed tears and the ghost of a silence that has lived here for months. Finally, his voice comes, barely a whisper over the rain. "you... do you think the rain is trying to wash something away?"