You're walking down a dark, deserted street. The shadows stretch long, and the silence presses in around you. Glancing over your shoulder, you realize you're completely alone, and a chill crawls up your spine. You quicken your pace, heart pounding with unease. Then, you hear footsteps behind you. Panic flares. You spin around, searching for the source, but the street is empty. Still, the feeling of being watched clings to you, and without a second thought, you start to run.
Suddenly, a soft humming reaches your ears, faint but familiar. You slow your pace, confused. The melody grows clearer, wrapping around you like a gentle embrace. The streetlights begin to flicker to life, one by one, casting a warm glow that makes you feel safer. That voice—it's unmistakable. It's his. You stop, the humming growing louder and more soothing, lulling your racing heart into calm.
Gradually, you start to wake up. The melody lingers, but now it's real, no longer part of your dream. His arms are wrapped around you, his hand brushing through your hair as he softly hums. Blinking your eyes open, you tilt your head to look up at him, and he smiles down at you, tender and reassuring.
"I didn't want to wake you," he whispers, his voice apologetic, "but you were having a nightmare."
You blink up at him, still caught between the remnants of the dream and the comforting reality of his presence. The weight of his arms around you feels grounding, pulling you back from the fear that lingered in your sleep. His thumb gently strokes your cheek, his eyes soft and full of concern, as if he's been watching you the whole time, waiting for you to wake.
"You're safe now," he whispers, his voice like the melody that soothed you moments ago. His touch is warm, steady, and everything about him—his scent, his gentle breathing—calms the last of your lingering anxiety.
You take a deep breath, exhaling the fear that still grips you, and instinctively lean into him. The nightmare is fading, but the memory of it clings to you, and you can't help but hold onto him a little tighter. He responds by drawing you closer, as if he knows exactly what you need without a word being said.
"I didn't mean to scare you," you mumble against his chest, your voice still shaky. "It felt so real."
He shakes his head softly. "You don't have to apologize. I'm just glad you're okay."
You feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, steady and sure. The warmth of his body is more comforting than any words, and for a moment, you allow yourself to melt into it, forgetting the nightmare entirely. He doesn't say anything more, just keeps holding you, his fingers trailing through your hair, his hum barely audible now but still there—soothing, constant.
"Thank you," you finally whisper, feeling a little calmer, a little safer.
"For what?" he asks, his voice low.
"For being here," you reply softly, looking up into his eyes again. "For making me feel safe."
He smiles at you, a tender, unspoken promise in his eyes. "I'll always be here," he says, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "As long as you need me."
You bite your lip, feeling the flutter in your chest—the kind that comes when love is so strong, it overwhelms you. The memory of the dark street flashes in your mind, a cold shiver running down your spine. But then there's him, the way he showed up just when you needed him most. You can't even imagine what might have happened if he hadn't been there, if his arms hadn't wrapped around you, pulling you away from that fear and into safety. You're grateful beyond words. He's your anchor, your calm in the storm.
You meet his gaze, and for a moment, everything else fades. The weight of all that's unsaid hangs between you, a silent understanding. His eyes, warm and filled with something deeper, tell you what neither of you have voiced yet. There's so much you want to say, so much you're ready to give, but you both know—now isn't the time for confessions or promises. Healing comes first.
But just for now, the quiet is enough. You both need this space to breathe, to let the pieces of the past settle. With time, you'll say everything that's been left unsaid. The love, the fear, the relief—it will all come out. But right now, in this moment, it's just about being here, together, feeling his warmth, knowing that neither of you are alone.
He reaches out, his fingers brushing the side of your face, and you lean into his touch. Neither of you speaks, but the look in his eyes says it all. He's not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. Slowly, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and rest your head against his chest once more, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
You suddenly remember—you were supposed to go to work today. A rush of anxiety creeps up as your mind floods with everything left undone. No one at the office knows what you went through last night, and the pile of tasks waiting for you feels overwhelming. Then there's Lana—you need to call her so she can bring the key to your apartment. And to top it all off, you have to get a new phone, along with a dozen other things you haven't even begun to process.
The weight of it all makes you sigh as you slowly sit up in the bed, your body still tired but your mind already racing. Jungkook watches you with concern, his hand resting lightly on your back. You turn to him, biting your lip before speaking.
"I... I just remembered everything I have to do today," you say softly, your voice tinged with stress. "Work is probably a mess without me, and I still have to call Lana to bring my apartment key, and... I need to get a new phone. There's so much I need to sort out."
He watches you closely, his brow furrowing, understanding the weight on your shoulders. Without missing a beat, he takes your hand in his, squeezing gently.
"You don't have to worry about all of that right now," he says, his voice calm and reassuring. "Take it one step at a time. I'll help you with whatever you need. You don't have to do this alone."
His words, simple but full of care, make your chest tighten again—not from anxiety this time, but from the overwhelming sense of relief that comes with knowing you don't have to face everything by yourself. You nod, grateful, but still feeling the pull of responsibility.
"I know... but I can't just ignore everything," you say with a small smile. "I've already missed too much."
Jungkook nods, understanding. "Then let's start with calling Lana," he offers. "I'll lend you my phone, and after that, we can figure out the rest. We'll get through it all, okay?"
Jungkook hands you his phone, and with a deep breath, you dial Lana's number. She picks up after a few rings, and her voice comes through with a confused edge. "Jungkook?" she says, as if the idea of him calling her was the last thing she expected. Their interactions have always been limited, and after everything that's happened between you and him, her surprise is palpable.
"It's me," you say softly, your voice calm but carrying the weight of what's left unspoken. You're not ready to explain what happened last night—not over the phone.
"Yn? Why are you calling from Jungkook's phone? You're with him? What is going on?" Lana's words come out in a rapid-fire, her worry clear in her tone.
You swallow, feeling the knot of tension in your chest tighten. "Lana, I need the key to my apartment," you say, keeping your voice even. "Can you bring it to Jungkook's place? I'll explain everything when you get here."
There's a pause on her end, and when she speaks again, her voice is laced with concern. "Yeah, sure. Are you okay? You sound a bit off."
You bite your lip, your mind spinning with everything that's happened, but when you glance at Jungkook, the way he's watching you—steady, patient—it gives you the strength to keep it together. "Yeah, I'm fine," you lie gently, not wanting to worry her more. "Just come here, okay?"
"Okay," she says, hesitating briefly before continuing. "I'll meet you there."
When you hang up, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, your thumb lingering over the screen before handing the phone back to Jungkook. He gives you a soft look, as if silently asking if you're alright, but he doesn't press you.
"Lana's on her way," you say, almost to yourself, trying to gather your thoughts.
Jungkook nods. "You'll feel better once you have your key back," he says gently, his hand brushing against your arm in a small gesture of comfort. "We'll figure the rest out as it comes."
...
You wait with Jungkook for about 15 minutes, the silence between you comfortable yet filled with unspoken words. He quietly moves around the kitchen, his presence feels calming, and soon the soft clinking of cups catches your attention. He's making tea, his movements careful as if he's trying to give you space while still taking care of you.
A few minutes later, he brings over a steaming cup, handing it to you with a soft smile. "Here," he says, "this will help you relax." His voice is gentle, and the warmth of the cup in your hands is soothing.
You take a small sip, letting the fragrant warmth spread through you, and for the first time in what feels like forever, the tightness in your chest loosens just a little. Jungkook sits beside you, close but not too close, his quiet support speaking louder than words.
His eyes meet yours for a moment, and there's a softness in his gaze that makes your heart flutter again. You don't know how to express the gratitude that's building inside of you for him, for being here, for making this easier to bear.
"Thank you," you whisper, holding the cup a little tighter, your voice barely above a breath.
Jungkook just smiles, his hand resting briefly on your knee in a quiet gesture of reassurance. "Anytime."
Jungkook's mind is spinning as he sits beside you, his heart beating harder than he wants to admit. He watches you sip the tea, your lips softly pressing against the rim, and his thoughts drift to how much he wants to lean in and kiss you. Just a few sweet kisses, ones he hopes would make you feel better, but he knows he has to wait, to take things slow. It's not the right moment, and he promised himself he'd do this the right way.
Still, the pull is undeniable. His eyes flicker to your face, and he wonders if you can feel the tension too, the unspoken longing between you. He's holding back, trying to be patient, but the thought of those gentle kisses lingers at the edge of his mind.
Then, the doorbell rings, cutting through the moment and pulling you both back to reality. You stand up, and he watches you as you walk to the door, his pulse steadying, knowing that his chance to cross that line will come later.
When you open the door, Lana stands there, a mix of confusion and worry on her face. "Yn?" she asks, looking between you and Jungkook, clearly trying to piece together what's going on.
As soon as you see Lana's familiar face, the weight of everything you've been holding back crashes down, and your eyes fill with tears. She immediately steps forward, pulling you into a tight hug. "What happened?" she asks, her voice laced with concern as she gazes at Jungkook, clearly confused by his presence.
You lean into Lana's embrace, the warmth of her arms grounding you for a moment, while Jungkook quietly stands behind you, his hand gently brushing your back, a silent reassurance. His touch, though soft, feels like an anchor keeping you from completely breaking down.
Lana pulls back slightly, searching your face, her worry deepening. "Yn, talk to me. What's going on?"
"I got robbed last night, it was horrible," you finally confess, your voice trembling. Lana's eyes widen in shock.
"Oh my god, why didn't you call me?" she asks, her worry evident.
"It was too late and... well... Jungkook offered me to sleep here, so I thought it was better to call you today," you explain shyly, knowing she's still trying to piece together the fact that you and Jungkook are on good terms again.
Lana cups your face gently, nodding in understanding, though her confusion lingers as she glances at Jungkook. "Thank you for taking care of her," she says, offering him a small smile.
Jungkook returns the smile with a soft nod. You turn back to him, giving a forced smile of your own. "I'm going with Lana to my apartment. I need to talk to her," you tell him, guilt flickering in your chest for leaving so suddenly.
"Okay," he whispers, reaching for your hand. His touch is warm and comforting. "Come look for me once you're done. I'll help you fix everything."
Your heart skips a beat at his words. He has no idea how much he's already mending just by being there. "Okay," you whisper back.
Jungkook smiles softly at you, and then, as if it's the most natural thing in the world, he lifts your hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss on your palm, just like he used to. That familiar gesture fills you with warmth, and for a moment, it feels like everything might really be okay again.
You smile to him one last time before turning and crossing the hallway with Lana. As soon as the door to your apartment closes behind you, the atmosphere shifts. The weight of everything that happened begins to settle on your shoulders, making you feel small, vulnerable. Lana, sensing the heaviness, turns to you with a soft expression.
"What happened?" she asks gently, her eyes full of concern.
You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you sit down on the couch. "It was a long day. I thought I found the perfect apartment, but it turned out to be a complete disappointment. Then work was just exhausting, and I ended up staying out way later than I should have..." You trail off, the memory of the robbery hitting you hard. Your breath hitches, and Lana immediately sits beside you, placing a hand on your arm.
"And that's when it happened? The robbery?" she asks, her voice low, as if speaking louder would shatter you.
You nod, swallowing hard as you continue. "Yeah... it was terrifying, Lana. I was walking alone, and I didn't even see it coming. It just... it all happened so fast. I couldn't stop shaking, and even now, I feel like I'm still stuck in that moment. It's... it's traumatizing."
Lana pulls you into a tight hug, her warmth calming you down just a little. "I'm so sorry, Yn. But you're safe now, okay? You're with me, with Jungkook. No one's going to hurt you again."
"I know I'm fine now," you say, pulling back and wiping a stray tear. "But I still feel scared, like it's going to happen again. I don't know how to shake this feeling."
Lana rubs your back soothingly. "Maybe you should talk to your therapist about it. You've been through so much, and sometimes it helps to have someone guide you through these things."
You nod in agreement. "I will... There's more I need to talk about with her too. Things I've been avoiding."
She tilts her head slightly. "Is it about Jungkook?"
A soft smile tugs at your lips, and you can't help the way your heart flutters at the thought of him. You nod, feeling that familiar warmth fill your chest. Lana catches the look on your face and narrows her eyes in curiosity.
"What's going on between you two?" she asks, knowing there's something more than you've let on.
You take a deep breath, feeling the joy bubble up inside you as you finally say, "He told me he's in love with me last night."
Lana's eyes widen. "No way!" she exclaims, her voice filled with surprise and excitement.
You laugh softly, biting your lip to keep from grinning too wide. "Yeah, I didn't see it coming... it was the last thing I expected, and it feels so surreal."
Lana gives you a big, knowing smile. "It was about time."
Your brow furrows. "What do you mean, 'about time'?"
Lana chuckles, shaking her head as if she's been sitting on a secret for ages. "Oh, there's something you don't know..."
Your confusion deepens. "What are you talking about?"
She bites back a laugh. "Remember that night in the Hamptons? The one where you and Jungkook had that heated conversation"—she makes air quotes with her fingers, smirking—"Mila and I ended up sitting with Jungkook's friends. We were honestly tired of watching you both tiptoe around each other and argue every chance you got."
Your heart skips at the memory of that night, and you feel your face warm. "Yeah, I remember," you murmur.
"Well," Lana continues, leaning in closer, her grin widening, "we all had this big talk. Everyone shared their perspective of what was going on between you two. And, YN, turns out... you both love each other. You were just too stubborn and afraid to admit it, thinking the other didn't feel the same."
You blink, trying to process what she just said. "Wait... what?"
Lana bursts into laughter. "Yes! You two were crying on every corner, pining for each other like lovesick teenagers! You both thought the other didn't feel the same way, and it was just... yeah, you were both being stupid."
You stare at her, your mind racing as you try to wrap your head around this revelation. "We... we both thought that?"
"Yep," Lana confirms, unable to suppress her giggles. "And now look at you—finally figuring it out after all this time."
You sit there, stunned, the weight of all those missed moments, all the miscommunication, hitting you like a tidal wave. All those times you had convinced yourself that Jungkook didn't care as much as you did. But now, knowing that he had been feeling the same way all along, you can't help but laugh with her.
"God," you mutter, shaking your head. "We really are idiots, aren't we?"
Lana nudges you playfully. "Well, at least you're not idiots anymore. Now you've got a chance to make it right. And trust me, it's going to be worth it."
Lana raises an eyebrow, her teasing smile fading into something softer and more understanding.
"Well... not exactly," you admit, a small grimace crossing your face. "We're still figuring things out, seeing if this is actually going to work." You sigh, running a hand through your hair as the weight of it all presses on your chest. "We both have a lot to work on, you know? Fix our own problems first before we can really be good for each other."
Lana gives a small nod, her eyes thoughtful as she listens. "Yeah, I get that. It's not always as simple as just realizing you love each other, huh?"
You smile faintly. "Exactly. We've got a lot of baggage, and honestly, we've hurt each other in the past. I don't want to make the same mistakes again. We need to heal—both of us—before we can really dive into whatever this is."
Lana tilts her head, studying your face with a mix of sympathy and admiration. "I'm proud of you for thinking about it that way. It's not easy to admit when you need to work on yourself, especially when love's involved."
You shrug, feeling a knot of uncertainty twist in your stomach. "It's just... I want to be better for him, you know? And I want him to be better for me too. We owe each other that."
Lana leans back, crossing her arms. "Well, from the way he looked at you earlier, I think he's on the same page. You two have something special, even if it's a little messy right now. But if you both put in the work... I think you'll be just fine."
Her words bring a warmth to your chest, but there's still that lingering doubt, that little voice in the back of your mind reminding you of all the obstacles ahead. "Yeah, I hope so," you say softly, more to yourself than to her.
Lana gives you a gentle nudge. "Hey, don't overthink it. You're doing the right thing. Just take it one step at a time."
You nod, grateful for her support. "Thanks, Lana. I really needed to hear that."
"Of course," she smiles, her eyes warm. "You're stronger than you give yourself credit for. And if anyone can make this work, it's you two."
"But for now, you have to fix your present problems," Lana says as she stands up, giving you a playful smirk. "I would happily stay and help, but there's a guy next door who's dying to help you and be with you. So, I'm getting the hell out of here so you can go back to your man."
You laugh softly, shaking your head "Lana..."
She grins, grabbing her bag and heading toward the door. "Nope, don't even try to stop me. You two have some serious talking—and kissing—to do. I'll check in on you later."
As she opens the door, she gives you one last wink. "Go get him, girl. And let him help you. He's been waiting for this moment longer than you think."
You follow her quietly until you both stand before his door. She gives you a confused look, but you feel a familiar certainty. If things are returning to what they once were, he's probably left his door unlocked for you. Gently, you turn the knob—it opens. A small smile blooms on your face, and your heart flutters. This feels so much like home, like everything is finally falling back into place. Stepping inside, Lana trails closely behind.
Jungkook is leaning against the kitchen island, gaze fixed on the floor, lost in thought. But the moment he hears your footsteps, he looks up, his eyes lighting up as he offers a gentle smile. "You okay?" he asks softly.
You nod, walking toward him. "Yeah, I'm fine," you whisper, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.
Behind you, Lana clears her throat, and you both glance over. "Uh... thank you for taking care of her, Jungkook," she says with a warm smile. You turn to look at her, still wrapped in his arms. "I guess I'll be going. But if you need anything, just call me, okay?"
You smile, nodding as Lana quietly slips out of the apartment. Turning back to Jungkook, you murmur, "Can I borrow your phone? I need to call work."
He nods, reaching into his pocket and handing it to you, his gaze never leaving yours.
As you step out onto the balcony, the cool breeze brushes against your skin, but it does little to ease the tension building inside. Jungkook watches from the kitchen, his eyes never leaving you as you pace back and forth, phone pressed to your ear. He can see it—the way your shoulders tense, the frustration in your expression, the way your fingers press into your temple as if you're trying to keep the stress at bay.
You try to keep your voice steady, but Jungkook can tell that each word is a battle to not let your emotions slip through. Your boss is giving you a hard time again, pushing you for more when you already feel like you've given everything you had. He knows this is taking a toll on you, and the sight of you biting your lip to keep from crying makes his heart ache.
As soon as you hang up, you lean on the balcony railing, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to calm down. Jungkook doesn't hesitate. He walks over to you quietly, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"You don't have to say anything, but I'm here," he whispers, his voice soft and soothing against your ear.
You exhale deeply, the tension slowly unraveling as you lean into his embrace. His warmth, his steady presence, it's exactly what you needed right now. You feel safe here, like no matter how overwhelming everything else might be, with him, it's bearable.
You exhale deeply, the tension slowly unraveling as you lean into his embrace. His warmth, his presence, it's exactly what you needed right now. You feel safe here, like no matter how overwhelming everything else might be, with him, it's bearable.
"He didn't even ask if I was okay and said I have to go back to work tomorrow," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, the frustration and exhaustion clear in every word.
Jungkook's arms tighten slightly around you, his jaw clenching as he processes what you said. He hates that your boss treats you like this, pushing you beyond your limits when you clearly need a break. He's seen you carry the weight of so much, and it angers him that no one at your job seems to care.
"He shouldn't be treating you like that," he says softly but firmly, his breath warm against your neck. "You've been through enough. You need time to rest."
You nod, but the anxiety gnaws at you. "I don't have a choice, Jungkook. There's so much left to do. If I don't show up, it'll only get worse."
He turns you around gently, cupping your face in his hands, his eyes locking with yours. "You come first, okay? Not your job. Not the work. You." His voice is filled with sincerity, and it stirs something deep inside you, the overwhelming need to be cared for, to be seen, and to feel important to someone.
For a moment, you're lost in his gaze, the way he looks at you like you're the most important thing in the world. His thumbs gently stroke your cheeks, wiping away any hint of tears before they fall.
"I remember you had a dream," he says softly, his voice tender. "You wanted to be a designer."
You look away, feeling shy. It's a wild dream—one you've tucked away for so long that you're not even sure if it's something you'll ever pursue. The thought of chasing something so uncertain feels daunting, and part of you wonders if it's too late.
Jungkook leans in slightly. "I'm just saying... maybe it's time for you to try," he continues, his tone gentle but encouraging. "I know it might sound crazy, but I make a living from taking photos, so anything sounds crazy to me." He laughs softly, the sound light and infectious, and you can't help but smile, a small laugh escaping you as well.
His laughter fades, but the warmth in his eyes doesn't. "You've always had this fire, this creativity. It's in everything you do. You should let it out, let it guide you. You deserve to do something that makes you happy."
His words settle in your chest, heavy but comforting. He believes in you, even when you're unsure if you believe in yourself. You bite your lip, unsure how to respond. It's been so long since anyone has encouraged you to follow that dream, and hearing it now feels both overwhelming and hopeful.
"Maybe..." you start softly, your voice trailing off as you meet his gaze again. "Maybe it's not too late."
Jungkook's smile widens, his eyes crinkling in that familiar way that makes your heart flutter. "It's never too late," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "And whatever you decide, I'll be right here, cheering you on."
...
You finally manage to get all your cards canceled, the weight of that task lifting slightly from your shoulders. Jungkook stands nearby, patiently watching as you finish the last call. His quiet support, though unspoken, is a comfort you hadn't realized you needed.
Afterward, he pulls his keys from his pocket. "Come on," he says softly, gesturing for you to follow him. "We're getting you a new phone."
You shake your head immediately. "Jungkook, no. I can't let you do that. I'll figure something out. I'll get access to my money in a few days."
But Jungkook turns to you, his expression soft but firm. "You need a phone," he insists, his voice gentle but unyielding. "And I need you to have one so I can make sure you're okay. So I know you're safe."
His words make your chest tighten. The protective tone in his voice is so sincere, so filled with care that you can't help but feel your resolve weakening. But still, the idea of him spending that much money on you makes you feel uneasy. "I'll pay you back as soon as I can," you mutter, looking down as you bite your lip.
He sighs, stepping closer, his hand finding yours. "It's not about the money," he whispers, squeezing your hand gently. "I just want to know you're okay. Please, let me do this."
You look up at him, your heart fluttering with a mix of emotions. His eyes are filled with warmth, and despite your reluctance, you can see how much this means to him. It's not just about the phone—it's about him wanting to take care of you, to make sure you're safe in any way he can.
With a small nod, you finally give in. "Okay," you whisper.
Jungkook smiles, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "Thank you."
The two of you head to the store, and despite your initial protests, Jungkook buys the phone without hesitation. As you leave the store, he hands it to you with a smile, and you can't help but feel grateful—not just for the phone, but for him. For how much he cares, how much he's willing to do for you.
On the way back, you glance at him from the passenger seat. "You didn't have to do that, you know. But... thank you."
He glances over at you briefly, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "I did have to," he says, his tone light but serious. "Because you're important to me. And I'll always do whatever I can to make sure you're okay."
You stay quiet, still uncertain how to respond to his kind words. There's a lot you're holding back, and you know he senses it. "If I'm making you uncomfortable... you can always tell me," he says gently, his voice warm, though you notice a hint of hurt in his eyes.
You swallow hard, your chest tightening as you hear the slight hurt in his voice. Even though he's trying to be strong, trying to stay supportive, you can see the flicker of pain in his eyes. His words are so full of patience and care that it makes your heart ache.
"I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice almost too soft to hear. You wish you could give him the reassurance he deserves, but there's still that invisible barrier holding you back, that weight of everything you've been through. "It's not you... it's me. There's just so much I need to figure out."
Jungkook watches you closely, his hand resting gently on the steering wheel as he keeps his eyes on the road. After a moment, he nods slowly, as if he understands even though it's hard for him. "You don't have to apologize," he says, his tone soft but resolute. "I told you I'd wait, and I will. You take all the time you need."
He glances over at you again, and even though there's a softness to his smile, you can see the weight of his words. He means it. Every single word. He'll wait, no matter how long it takes.
You turn your head, looking out the window as the city lights blur past, your heart heavy yet fluttering at the same time. It's hard to describe how you feel—grateful, guilty, confused. But one thing is for sure: you know he's doing this out of love, and you don't want to hurt him any more than you already have.
After a few moments of silence, you finally find the courage to speak again. "I don't want you to think I don't care about you, Jungkook," you say quietly. "I just... I'm still scared. Of messing this up, of letting you down."
His hand moves from the wheel to rest gently on your thigh, a comforting touch that sends warmth through your body. "I get it," he says, his voice filled with understanding. "But you won't let me down. We'll work through this together. And when you're ready, I'll be here. Always."
You feel your eyes sting with the threat of tears, the overwhelming mixture of emotions building up inside you. You never thought someone could be this patient with you, this kind. And even though you're not ready yet, his unwavering support makes you believe that maybe one day, you will be.
For now, you just nod, unable to form the right words. But deep down, you know you're lucky to have someone like Jungkook by your side. Someone who is willing to wait, to let you heal, and to be there when you finally let him all the way in.
As the car rolls to a stop in front of his apartment, he looks over at you with that same soft smile. "Let's take things one day at a time, okay?"
You nod again, offering him a small smile. "Okay."
With that, he opens the car door for you, and you step out together, side by side, ready to face whatever comes next.
You both step into the building and ride the elevator in silence. When you reach your floor, you turn to him and say softly, "I'm going to my apartment to rest."
He nods, but the slight disappointment in his eyes tugs at your heart. You know things have to be this way for now; you love him, yes, but there's still so much within yourself to mend.
Just as you're about to walk away, he gently grabs your wrist, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace.
"Sorry for being so clingy," he murmurs, his voice soft, almost shy. "I just... missed you."
You rest your head against his chest, your hand gently clutching his shirt. "I missed you too," you whisper and only you can hear it.
For a moment, you both stand there, wrapped in each other, letting the warmth say what words can't.
His arms wrap around you with a warmth that's both grounding and intoxicating, and for a moment, you forget everything else. His hold is gentle but firm, like he's trying to memorize the feel of you in his arms, even though he knows you need space.
You close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the safety of his embrace, his heartbeat steady against yours. The elevator doors close behind him, the two of you locked in a moment that feels suspended in time.
"I'm sorry for pulling away," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you look up at him. "I just need... a little more time to figure things out. I don't want to bring all my problems into this, into us."
Jungkook's hand comes up to your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray strand of hair as he looks at you with so much understanding that it almost undoes you. "I know," he whispers back. "And I don't want to rush you into anything. I just... Missed this. I know we're both still healing, but I want to be here with you while we do that."
You manage a soft smile, leaning into his touch, your heart swelling with a mix of longing and gratitude. It feels so natural to be with him, to have him hold you like this. The fear and hesitation are still there, but in this moment, his presence feels like the answer to a question you've been asking for far too long.
"I want that too," you admit, your voice barely a breath. The vulnerability in your words hangs between you, and he just smiles, the kind of smile that says he understands without needing any more explanations.
"Then we'll take this slow," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "One day at a time. Just promise me, you'll come to me when you're ready. I'll be here, waiting."
You nod, a silent promise exchanged as his arms slowly fall from around you. Turning toward your door, you glance back once, seeing him standing there with that same look of quiet patience. It feels like a step forward, like maybe one day, the distance between you will finally be gone.
But for now, you both take a breath, knowing that healing, love, and understanding are already taking root. And that, somehow, it's enough.
Jungkook steps into his apartment, closing the door behind him, and leans back against it, his mind spinning. His chest feels heavy—a strange blend of happiness, confusion, and fear. Having you this close yet still out of reach stirs something in him, a deep-seated worry that he might not be able to heal enough to keep you by his side.
For the first time in his life, he realizes he can't do this alone. He's always relied on his own strength, buried his past, and kept his scars hidden. But now, with you as his motivation, he feels the need to reach out, to dig into the things he's avoided, no matter how difficult or painful the process will be.
With a steadying breath, he unlocks his phone and opens his group chat. His fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment before he types, "Guys, I need your help to have her back."
Within seconds, Jin replies, "I'm on my way." And before Jungkook can even type a response, an incoming call from Taehyung lights up his screen.
He smiles, feeling a surge of gratitude. He's finally letting people in, breaking down his walls. With friends like these by his side, he feels the faintest glimmer of hope—a chance to heal, to make things right, and maybe, just maybe, to have you back.
A healing process is part of real life but I'm wondering if it might be boring for you, let me know please :)