Dog Days Are Over ◆ JeonJungkook /ON HOLD/

13 - [Insert a pun with BOO, you'll see why]

Rythmic drumming against the plastic planes above their heads lulled Jungkook into a mindless state.

It was pissing it down ever since they left Jimin's shrine, which was as always greatly inconvenient because acidic rain was Jungkook's arch nemesis - something he could not yet get rid of by swinging his scythe around a little.

On top of that was it chilly and the rain hadn't allowed them to make it that far, so now they were hiding under the brittle, untrustworthy roof of a roadside kiosk, out in the open. If there were any Prowlers hiding nearby they'd be dead meat, for a fight in the rain could end up crucial even for Jungkook.

Y/N was sitting on the ground next to him, tensed up with her knees dragged against her chest, eyes roaming to either side of the long road that led down Jimin's hill.

Even now - pale and tired, a little bundle of nerves on the ground - he still thought that there was nothing in the world that compared to the portrait that she painted. Right now - no actually whenever he looked at her - he was filled with this deep adoration. One that he was unable to properly express at times, even if he wasn't shy of putting it in words. He just lacked the vocabulary to bring across what he really meant.

Actually, Jungkook doubted that there were words capable of describing his feelings.

She shifted a little when she felt him look at her, a tiniest acknowledgement of his attention.

She was upset, Jungkook knew it. He would've known it without looking at her, but right now the thin line her lips described, the empty eyes that tried so hard to hide their distress or the fiddling hands, fingers picking at skin, made it even more obvious to him.

Jimin had kicked them out, to put it simple.

"Y/N, Hyung I love you two, but please don't stay here. I- I can't live like you do. There are CORPSES rotting away behind the house. CORPSES!"

Jungkook understood it. Jimin was a pacifist. Hot-headed and sassy, yes, but he was the type of person that would catch a spider with a glass and a piece of paper to gently bring it outside. Jungkook would simply crush it.

He also knew that Y/N understood it as well. She simply adored this little blonde more than she should've - they were bound to leave him and if it was by him throwing them out, then so be it.

"Hey, Chibi-" Jungkook started, crouching down to face her.

"Hm?"

"We can go back one day. He won't cuss us out. Shorty doesn't hate you."

She nodded, "I know. I'm not... I just regret, because I feel like I never properly thanked him. While you were gone... well I think I was being kind of complicated. I regret that I never really showed him how grateful I feel."

Jungkook smiled, one hand coming up to softly stroke down the side of her jaw. She wasn't looking at him, eyes still stubbornly trained onto the road.

"Are ya mad at me? If I hadn't killed these guys maybe Jimin woulda been more calm."

She shrugged, "What else were you supposed to do?" She sounded helpless as if trying to convince herself.

Jungkook lacked that kind of empathy Jimin held toward these men who had tried to kill him, so it was hard for him to understand this struggle his girlfriend was going through.

Essentially, she wasn't much different than Jimin in that aspect - both felt empathy toward strangers. Y/N's experiences had just made her adapt a more realistic view onto these things.

She had said it herself once: "It's either us or them."

"Right." Jungkook said, "What was I supposed to do."