Things were slowly starting to feel more stable for Jungkook, though it wasn't always easy. There were good days, where he felt like he was finally getting a grip on everything, where he could smile and laugh with the BTS members, focus on his work, and even joke around like his old self. And then there were the other days—the harder ones.
Sometimes, without warning, the weight of everything would come crashing down on him. It could be in the middle of a practice session, or late at night when the house was quiet. The emotions would hit like a tidal wave—overwhelming, suffocating. On those nights, Jungkook would break down, his chest tightening as tears flowed uncontrollably. Sometimes it was anger, sometimes frustration, and sometimes it was a deep, aching sadness that he couldn't explain. His mood would switch unpredictably, leaving him exhausted.
There were days where the headaches were so intense, they made him nauseous. His body felt heavy, his appetite disappeared, and he had no energy to do anything. No amount of physical training or mental discipline could help him through those moments.
Through it all, Dahyun was there.
She saw the breakdowns, the nights he cried alone, the moments where he shut everyone out. She was always near, quietly offering her presence. Sometimes, when he needed to, he'd vent to her, his emotions raw and unfiltered. Other times, he just sat in silence, letting her presence calm him. Dahyun never pressured him, never demanded more than he could give. She was simply there when he needed her, giving him the space to be vulnerable.
Yet, despite the challenges, they both knew there was progress. Jungkook wasn't falling apart all the time; he was slowly rebuilding. Even if it was two steps forward and one step back, they were moving in the right direction.
In between those intense moments, life had its normalcy. Sometimes, Dahyun visited Nayeon, her close friend, to get a break from the intense atmosphere. Nayeon was always a breath of fresh air, full of energy and warmth, and spending time with her helped Dahyun recharge.
They'd hang out at cafes, catching up on life. Nayeon had a way of making Dahyun laugh, pulling her out of the stress of her daily routine with Jungkook. Together, they'd talk about everything from work to silly gossip, with Nayeon teasing Dahyun about how much time she spent with her "patient."
"Isn't it tiring, always being around him?" Nayeon would ask, sipping her iced coffee. "You're practically living with him and the guys."
Dahyun smiled softly, shaking her head. "It's hard sometimes, but... it's worth it. Jungkook is making progress, and that's all that matters."
Nayeon would grin, leaning in conspiratorially. "You sure that's all? You don't feel... I don't know, closer to him?"
Dahyun would laugh it off, even as her thoughts briefly wandered back to those moments when Jungkook's vulnerability tugged at something deep inside her. But she wasn't ready to unpack those feelings yet. Her role was to help him heal, to get him back on his feet—not to explore the confusing feelings growing between them.
It was another day on set for Jungkook as he worked on his solo scenes for the upcoming MV. Dahyun stood nearby, watching quietly as the director gave instructions. She kept an eye on him, always alert to his state—how he moved, how he carried himself, how his emotions were playing out in his performance. He had been doing well lately, but Dahyun knew that things could shift unexpectedly. His mood swings, the headaches, and the occasional breakdowns were all part of the fragile balance they were trying to maintain.
Just as the scene was about to wrap up, Dahyun's phone vibrated in her pocket. She glanced at the screen—Nayeon's name flashing across it. Dahyun frowned, knowing Nayeon wouldn't call unless it was something important. She stepped away from the set to answer the call.
