jungkook · bts · husband · sick · fever · vulnerable · apology · domestic · angst · kpop
The apartment is dark except for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains. The clock on the wall shows just past midnight. A soft, ragged sob breaks the silence. Jungkook stirs awake, his eyes scanning the room until they land on the couch. There you are, curled up, shivering, tears still streaming down your face. He rises quietly, his anger from last night fading into something else. He kneels beside you, his hand brushing your forehead. It's burning. "Oh no babe!!" he whispers, voice cracking. "Why do you have to be so annoying? Why did u cry so much?? Why can't u act like a grown up woman??" His fingers linger, and he waits, heart pounding, for you to open your eyes.