"...What are you doing?"
The words, spoken in a clearly scornful tone, shook you out of the dizzy state you found yourself in. Somehow, the level of distraction you achieved made you cut an apple in slices and put it in tea instead of a lemon.
You frowned, putting the apple down and leaning against the kitchen counter.
Before you realized, you found yourself on the verge of crying.
Sometimes, there are just days when a wrong fruit may make you cry. But sometimes, the wrong fruit is only some sort of trigger, because you've been urging to cry for a while now.
Sometimes, there are just wrong days. Everything piles up on top of each other, with your head in the middle, and you can't even find yourself trying to push it off anymore, you just break under the weight of all these things.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
Your head snapped up and in the voice's direction, reminding you of its presence.
Of his presence.
Jungkook's face showed nothing but annoyance, most likely a result of his lack of understanding of what was going on. He didn't tolerate a lot – and one of the things he never tolerated, was you hiding things from him. Whatever it'd be, the very moment he found out there's something he doesn't know, he looked like he's about to fight just anyone to fix the issue.
"I'm just... dunno" you mumbled, turning to him and going in his direction. The frown on his face deepened when you approached him, not really sure what to expect. He's always threatened you, every time he sounded displeased you'd rather fear him than even try to get closer to him.
His breath hitched when your arms wrapped around his torso in an awkward attempt to acquire some sort of affection in return.
Although you couldn't see his face with your own buried in his chest, you could imagine the confusion he must have felt, and for a few painfully long moments, he didn't even flinch, as though still proceeding your bold gesture.
When he finally spoke though, his voice was way softer than you expected.
"Talk to me. Whatever it is, just talk to me" he said carefully. His hand found its way to the small of your back, his thumb caressing your skin in slow circles. He places the other on back of your head, pressing it gently into his chest.
It was the last thing you needed to finally break into tears. Your fingers clutched on the back of Jungkook's shirt.
You couldn't speak, though. All your words turned into sobs.
"I said, talk to me."
The voice wasn't so gentle anymore. His hand pressed against your back a bit harsher, his fingernails digging briefly into your skin, not to cause you pain, but as a reminder.
You forced your sobs down, trying to calm down your breathing. Seeing your attempts, the man returned to his gentle composure. He retreated a bit to look at your face. His hand traveled from the back of your head to your chin, lifting it slightly.
After all this time spent in his clutches, you perfectly recognized it as a hint to look at him.
"It's just... too much. I'm sorry."
"Mm, don't cry." He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on the side of your face. "You shouldn't worry your pretty head with anything, you know? It makes me feel like you consider yourself independent enough to be able to take care of anything." His both hands traveled to cup your face, urging you to focus on him only. "So don't be silly."
His gaze hardened, eyebrows furrowing for a brief moment before relaxing, creating a cold, stern look you knew all too well.
"Otherwise, I'll give you real reasons to shred tears. Got it? Hm?"
And you trusted, that he was the only thing you needed to forget about all your struggles.
