Jungkook entered his house, the familiar scent of home mixing with the faint aroma of spices wafting from the kitchen. The headache that had been throbbing at the back of his mind intensified with each passing moment, the words of his managers and PD nim echoing relentlessly. It felt like a storm was brewing inside him, a whirlwind of exhaustion and anxiety as the night deepened and his colleagues trickled out, each of them wearing expressions of worry and fatigue from the day's scandals.
As he settled into the silence of the evening, his heart sank further as he scrolled through the comments online. The harsh words aimed at you pierced through his chest like daggers. He had always cherished the bond he shared with his Army, but he never anticipated that they would turn against you, judging your love so harshly. Yet, he understood-rumors had a way of twisting perceptions, and the sensationalism of the news had painted a distorted picture that could make anyone furious, tarnishing your image in the eyes of many.
With a heavy sigh, he ruffled his hair in frustration, his eyes scanning the room in search of you. Just as he felt the weight of the world pressing down on him, he caught sight of you in the kitchen. You were a vision of joy, dancing effortlessly as you moved around, preparing dinner. The soft glow of the overhead lights highlighted your features, and your laughter rang out, filling the space with warmth. Headphones snugly over your ears, you swayed to the rhythm of your favorite song, completely lost in your own world. In that moment, all of Jungkook's worries began to fade away, replaced by a sense of bliss that washed over him. A small smile tugged at his lips as he watched you, feeling grateful for the light you brought into his life amidst the chaos outside.
You danced to the music coming softly from the headphones, swaying your hips as you chopped vegetables for dinner. You were so engrossed in the music and cooking that you didn't notice Jungkook standing in the doorway, captivated by the sight of you.
He was about to announce his presence, but then you twirled once more, and something about that moment made him stop. Perhaps it was the way the light hit your face, casting a warm glow over your features, or the way your hair spun out around you like a halo, but there was something so mesmerizing about it that he couldn't bring himself to interrupt. Instead, he stood there, content to simply watch you, to enjoy this quiet, beautiful moment that felt like a sanctuary from the chaos of the world outside.
A lump formed in his throat as he observed you continue to dance, your movements light and graceful, each step filled with joy. In that instant, nothing else mattered. The harsh words of the articles, the judgment from others-they all faded into the background. What truly mattered was you and the depth of his love for you. This was the essence of your relationship, the bond that transcended He realized he couldn't lose you, and in that moment, he vowed that no one would ever come between you again.
Jungkook's eyes locked onto yours, his emotions overflowing. He strode towards you, his chest heaving, and swept you into a tight embrace. Your squeak of surprise was muffled against his shoulder.
The knife slipped from your fingers, forgotten. Music still pulsed through your headphones, but Jungkook's warmth enveloped you, drawing you into his world.
Your heart fluttered as his heartbeat synchronized with yours. Comfort and security washed over you, melting your tension. You surrendered to his embrace.
Feeling your warmth against him, he nestled his face into your hair, inhaling your scent, "I missed you," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. "Even for few seconds, I missed you so much."
He tightened his arms around you, as if afraid that if he let go, you might disappear.His words were so heartfelt that they made your heart skip a beat. You held him just as tightly, your fingers weaving through his hair gently, reassuring him that you were here.
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