*CURRENTLY ON HOLD*
Your family splits in half and your father finds a new woman to love. The first encounter with your new "family" is something totally unexpected. It's him, he is too much to handle. You know deep down it's so wrong, but he makes...
Knees into my chest arms crossed around my legs and head down I was approached by the youngest member as he leaned over in front of me groaning at the movement of his ribs, "y/n." His voice was soft as he caressed my hair, "look at me."
Slowly lifting my head, face still wet from the flood of tears, and eyes puffy I saw him clutching his rib and softly smiling down on me, "I'm sorry you had to see all of that." I didn't say one word just stood to my feet trembling and threw myself at him into a hug. Yet again he gasped at the pain, but didn't push me away as I buried my face in his chest, "this was my fault..." I muffled into his shirt
"Shh, why don't we go get changed into something comfy and then we can talk hmm?" He hummed into my hair and I complied slowly trudging up the stairs.
After Jungkook handed me an oversized T-shirt he came in wearing the exact same shirt with loose grey sweats holding with two glasses of water and slipped into his bed next to me groaning at the shift of his ribs, "I think we should go get that checked." I mumbled resting my small palm on his side as he shifted in discomfort.
"No it's fine, probably just a bruised bone." He gave a weak smile pulling my hand to his chest and holding it there, "now that everything has calmed down, are you going to tell me why that happened tonight?"
"I already told you. It's my fault. Everything always is Jungkook." I tried to sit up and get distance, but he snaked his arms around my waist holding me close to him.
"Y/n I'm not letting you slip from me again." He let out a sigh.
"He got jealous about us being close. Somehow he knows about the kiss, and he just can't handle his anger apparently. I'm sorry."
"Don't tell me you're sorry it's not your fault you can't change him." Jungkook ran his large hand up and down my arm for comfort, "is anything else bothering you?" His voice was open and sincere wanting to help me, fix me.
I fell silent not wanting to explain anything to him. As I fought my inner feelings a tear fell from my eye landing on his skin.
"Y/n." He hushed as he kissed the top of my head stroking my hair, "you're okay, you can tell me anything. I'm here. I'm always here."
"No, I don't wanna talk about that." I choked on the lie, "because there's nothing I can do to change his mind, his ways, or his actions. One thing I know for sure is..."
The silence was so still you could hear a pin drop before Jungkook softly placed a kiss in my palm closing it for reassurance, "I don't think I can keep doing this styling thing Kookie.." I finally exhaled.
"What?! You had so much fun with it!" He said in shock sitting up in the bed entirely pulling me into his lap so I still couldn't "slip" from him.
"It's becoming too stressful." I began breathing faster, "I got 4 of you guys done and I'm already freaking out everyday!" I covered my eyes with both hands and continued, "if it was tour that's different, it's the same couple outfits every night just doing hair and makeup." I began breathing heavier struggling to stay calm as I spoke to him, "This whole 'spend a day with each boy' has been causing issues in my life ya know?"
Jungkook moved my hands away and stroked my cheek with his thumb, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were too worked?"
My lip began to quiver and he took note of it as I watched his brown furrow, "I didn't want to let anyone down." Tears began a steady stream down my face as I peered into his chocolate brown eyes seeing how much love he truly had towards me.
"You could never let Bangtan down babygirl." He giggled a little hearing my lame excuse. Shortly noticing I was really upset, "what do you want me to do hm?" He asked with his cute bunny smile.
"T-there's nothing you c-can do!" I exclaimed pushing his hand away as my chest heaved for air, "it's all on me, if I can do good looks, if I can get along, if I c-"
Jungkook's hand reached behind my neck softly pulling me in connecting our lips. I continued to whimper at my cries with my eyes shut gripping his shirt. We stayed kissing for what seemed like forever before he finally came away and looked me in the eyes, "I can help you if you let me." Slowly wiping my tears there was a sort of internal call for him to continue in our eyes. I spoke no other words to him for a moment.
Until he came in for another kiss this time more noticeably loving than the one before. My finger grazed a rough patch upon his cheek and I place my hands on his chest slightly pulling away turning his face, "Jungkook wha-"
Before allowing me to finish he kissed me harder as if to distract what I've seen but it didn't work, "Jung mmm kook mmwhat is that." He continued to interrupt my sentence with kisses until he realized I wasn't going to give up.
He sighed staring into my eyes before yanking his shirt over his head, "just a stupid scar."
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This was short but I wanted to give a little something something
Yes the story is leaning into a Jungkook love interest based on comments I've read over the chapters so I don't wanna hear any complaints. If you wanted it to stay Tae I should have seen some more enthusiasm lmao.
