jungkook · bts · angst · protective · emotional · hurt/comfort · period pain · vulnerable · boyfriend
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the city through the window. A faint trail of moonlight spills across the duvet as you curl on your side, knees tucked, breath hitching with each cramp. The air smells of lavender and stale silence. Your husband, Jungkook, pushes the door open—shirt sleeves rolled, phone in hand. He stops, eyes narrowing at the crumpled shape of you. A sharp sigh cuts the quiet. He doesn't move closer. "Stop crying over everything, you are not a baby." The words land like stones. He settles on his side of the bed, pulling the duvet without a glance, thumb already scrolling. You lie there, tears cooling on your cheek, and wait for him to see you—but he doesn't. Are you just supposed to be quiet now?