After a long and strenuous day working a 12 hour shift, you were home, showered, and ready to fall asleep. After you had combed through your tangled hair, you plopped yourself down on your fluffy comforter and mass of black pillows. You pulled your grey plush blanket over your body and curled up. You had ambient music playing and the lights you had were a pale blue, just barely illuminating your room. The smell of your sweet perfume/cologne, that has embedded itself in the air from many uses, wafted through your nose, coaxing you closer to a cozy slumber. You surely were going to wake up refreshed in the morning.
At least that's what you thought. As soon as you were in the clutches of sleep and ready to fall into a dream, your phone started ringing. It took you a few seconds to drag your mind back into reality and wake up. Your phone was still vibrating against the wooden nightstand and playing your stargaze ringtone. You groaned in distain before answering your phone.
"Hello?" you answered groggily.
"(Y/N) can you please come and get me?" you heard Jungkook sniffle over the call.
"Yes. Shit let me get dressed and I'll get you. Where are you at?"
"The park near my parents," he sighed.
"I'll be there in 15 minutes okay?"
"Thank you."
You heard the three beeps of the call ending and sprung yourself out of your bed, opening a squeaky dresser drawer to grab a pair of pants. You grabbed your keys and wallet then briskly walked out your apartment door. You got in your old black car and headed to Jungkook as quickly as you could. The empty roads and dark streets fit the down mood that was hanging in the tense air.
It took 10 minutes rather than 15 to get to the park. You pulled your worn car into a parking spot and texted Kook before stepping out to look for him. Once your phone dinged you saw that Kookie texted that he was on the swings. You swiftly walked through the mulch and past the other equipment over to Jungkook who was looking down and pushing his legs to make the small swing sway.
"Kook..." you whispered, "let's go?"
He nodded before standing up and walking over to your side. You offered him your hand and he took it gently as you walked to your car. You got home quickly and you brought Kookie in. You gave him water and a blanket to make him comfortable before asking him what happened.
"Are you okay?" you asked gingerly.
He just shrugged and sipped the water.
"Was it your parents?" you sighed.
He nodded and looked down at his lap.
"You're moving in with me," you stated bluntly.
"I can't (Y/N)."
"You're 18, you can. Stop letting them control you. You don't owe them shit either."
He went to speak but he closed his mouth and huffed.
"Stay here for awhile at least. I'm going back to bed, do you want to sleep in my bed or the guest room?"
He got up and followed you. Once in your room you let him put on a movie to fall asleep to.
"Goodnight Kook," you yawned.
"Night (Y/N)."
(A/N): I left this opened enough to make a part two but also satisfying enough (to me) to leave it. Writing is getting tough because of work 😪
