you know i'll still love you. - jungkook x reader
you're not okay, how could you be okay? shakily pressing the button to lock your car, it takes literally everything to trudge up the steps of your apartment and press buttons so your elevator reaches quickly. you rest your head against the cool tiled wall, taking in the events of the day.
in summary? rejection, stress and general disappointment.
your application for this internship you really wanted got rejected, point blank. no thought given to the hard work you put in, all the coaxing you had to do so your application could go through just went down the drain.
with your finals nearing, you feel like you've forgotten everything you studied, though a certain someone would say otherwise. you have test after test, assignment after assignment and it seems like the world is closing in on you, making sure you get the taste of good old stress.
you even saw your old friends doing much better than you, like they said would. how could they be so okay, with you gone? did you not affect them the way they affect you? you can't even revisit old memories without tearing up and worse, having to listen to other people on how you were silly for losing them. you know you're stubborn, not going back what you said and keeping the distance you initially wanted.
but it hurts, so bad. it hurts that you're the only one stuck in the past unable to move on. you know you can't go undo your mistakes, untangle the mess you created. you admit its your fault, for being so petty, so selfish, being stubborn.
you feel your shoulders hunching, invisible weight on you weighing on you more than ever. you straighten yourself up either way, determined to not let anything show through, knowing the person on the other side of the door would've had an equally stressful day. you open the door to a quiet boiling in the kitchen, the smell of chicken soup wafting through the air. a peek of black hair and a soft "hello, you" signals that your boyfriend's done it yet again.
he says he just knows when you're having a bad day, that when you give him the run through of your day through text or a voicemail, how much ever you hide it, he's gonna have to know the name and location of the person who spoiled his baby's day.
your bag falls with a thud to the fall, your socked feet moving in a pace you didn't know you could walk in, wrapping your arms around a buff tattooed arm, the smell of soup and fabric conditioner already calming your senses. the gas is switched off immediately, the buff arm you were clutching onto escapes your tired grasp and finds it place around your waist, joining the other hand to make the comfiest form of love you know.
you tuck your face into jungkook's neck, hands wrapped around his shoulder. gentle kisses are littered all over your neck and soft whispers of "you did well today, as usual" and "thank you for breakfast this morning, it was wonderful" sounds like sweet music to your ears right now. soothing caresses and with gentle coaxing, jungkook plants two sweet kisses on the roses of your cheek, a fail-proof attempt to make you smile.
you muster a tiny one, a smile nonetheless. he ushers you to the bathroom, urging you to clean up and wash away the icky feelings of the day. you do just as he says, for a change, doing everything quickly so you could go back to your bear-hugger of a boyfriend.
jungkook feeds you spoon by spoon of his admittedly good chicken soup, paired with some crispy seaweed because, "what is it if we don't do weird food combinations?" you shake your head at jungkook's comment, snuggling further and further into his warmth, until you're on top of him, attention fully shifted to the tv, sending judgy faces to the host of 'is it cake?'
jungkook decides he likes it just like this, pulling the all-time favourite grey blanket over you, sliding down slowly so you're both flat. you've already drifted to dreamland, seemingly satisfied with the humble dinner and crappy tv show, the hunched shoulders he saw in the beginning seems like its free now, his hands gently massaging the blades of your shoulders.
he whispers the customary i love you, not minding the fact that you're way too deep in sleep to reply back. jungkook feels so lucky to love you just the way you are, flaws and all. he hopes you know that with every action of yours, he's totally endeared by anything you come up with it, grasping it tightly and locking it away in a place in his heart reserved just for you. god, he hopes you know the effortless way you light his whole world up, even on its darkest days.
he promises and knows he'll love you through it all, through all the petty fights and serious blow-ups, through the days where you feel up to your mark, through the times when you really need a hand guiding you. he knows you would do the same for him, unconditionally.
a/n: just a mini teensy tiny thing before i go back to my lil hole and bury myself in more work ^^
