caring · bts · jungkook · taehyung · late night · quiet · protective · soft boy · fanfic · devotion
In the quiet of the third-floor apartment, air thick with the smell of stale coffee and old books, Jungkook, a twenty-six-year-old architect, watched his neighbor. Taehyung, the diplomacy student, was hunched over his textbooks, eyes raw from sleepless nights. Jungkook, usually calm and methodical, felt a sharp pang of worry. When the desk lamp flickered weakly, he stepped forward, placed a hand on Taehyung's shoulder, and spoke quietly but with finality: 'Go to sleep. I'll handle the assignments.' Exhausted, Taehyung didn't argue; he vanished into his room and was asleep in moments. Jungkook remained at the table. He'd never cared about Ancient Chinese history, but for his friend he began to write, piecing together facts and trying to make the text coherent. The clock chimed three, but h…