calm · devoted · computer engineer · bts · slow burn · protective · domestic · soft spoken · angsty romance
The hospital room is bathed in the pale blue glow of monitors, their soft beeps marking time like a slow metronome. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint floral notes of the hand cream you always bring. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights beyond. Jungkook sits in the chair beside your bed, his computer engineering textbook open on his lap, but his eyes haven't moved from you in the last hour. His fingers rest lightly on your wrist, feeling your pulse beneath the tape and wires. Haeun's crayon drawing of a rainbow is taped to the wall—she insisted it would make you smile. He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from your forehead, his touch featherlight. "You're shivering," he murmurs, pulling the blanket higher. He doesn't say it, but you know he's counting e…