notes: haedong yonggungsa is a temple built on the cliffs of busan.JK and the OC are established coworkers. Just friends. For now.
word count: 7k
written: late 2022
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Bam notices the storm roll in before you do. His ears twitch, head lifting from its rested perch on his paws.
"What's up, baby?" You coo, his sudden shift obviously prompted by something. His snout begins to twitch, too, and his bottom lip shakes as a small growl vibrates from his throat. His eyes are on the window, stalking the clouds as they roll past. "Hey, hey."
You sit up a little straighter to lean forward and scratch behind his ear. He leans into it, but doesn't take his eyes away from the sky.
"You see the rain, huh?" You hum, looking between the back of his head and the window ahead. You can't place it yet - it's too far in the distance - but you find yourself coming to sit beside him. He doesn't lean up against you like he usually does. Just continues to lightly growl.
There's no threat behind his noises, no malice - he's just shouting back at the thunder you can't hear. When you see a bolt of lightning flash in the distance just beyond the city skyline, you know that it won't be long until Jungkook's apartment block is drenched in the weather.
It's just gone midnight when Jungkook calls. His face is a little puffy, smile a little lopsided.
"Hey Bammie," he coos into the camera. You've got it angled down to where the pup is resting his head on your knee, peacefully unwinding after his long walk. He doesn't stir at Jungkook's voice, so tries again. "Bammie?"
The way he elongates his puppy's name is sweet. It's a tone of voice reserved only for his most trusted companion. He sure as hell has never spoken to you like that.
"Sorry, bud," you say as you lift the camera up to your face. He's pouting. "I don't think the vibrations sound the same through the phone."
"I miss him," he says not even caring to acknowledge your thought process. "Is he okay? Was he good on his walk?"
"He's all good," you smile. "Best boy in the world. None of the other dogs you mentioned were down at the park, so it was just us two."
He nods into the camera and purses his lips. "They might all be away. Visiting family." He rolls over in his bed and lets out a yawn. "How's the apartment? Got everything you need?"
You nod back. "All good. Might have eaten my way through your cheese stash already. I'm gonna shower then head to bed in a minute."
"Make sure you leave the bathroom door open a little," he says. "He'll whine if not."
"Will do."
"Thank you," he says. "I really appreciate you doing this. He hasn't been too much work, has he?"
