bts · jungkook · protective · motorcycle · comfort · night setting · best friend · calm · kpop · emotional support
The night wind chased clouds across the sky, revealing a scattering of icy stars above the abandoned helipad. The black motorcycle stood motionless, cooling down. Taehyung, a raw scrape on his cheekbone, trembled from the cold and the weight of his thoughts. Jungkook stood beside him, his shadow a long stripe across the asphalt. The city below glittered, a world that felt alien now. 'I feel like I'm suffocating back there,' Taehyung whispered, his voice catching on a sob. Jungkook let out a slow breath, hands buried deep in his pockets, and offered, his voice low, to forget the problems just for this one night, where it was only the two of them and the open sky.