true care (m) |06
→ pairing: bodyguard!Jungkook x female reader
→ genre: fake dating au, fluff/romance, angst, (smut. not in this chap tho)
→ word count: 5,7 k
• summary: your (endearingly) shy bodyguard—hired by your father—would do anything for you. even though you roll your eyes at his persistence and pretend there’s no need for him to follow you to every and any place you go, there might be many more hazards in your life than you let on. and you might end up needing him in more ways than you—or your father—would ever think.
! warnings: mentions of toxic past relationship throughout the series; mentions of alcohol
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It is rather easy to forget about mundane things from your past. Even more so, when these things had occurred at least 17 years ago. But a child’s excitement and innocence can turn the most dull and basic events into something beautiful and worth remembering, painted with the brightest colours that fade as one begins to realize the reality of them; then an adult’s hopelessness and cynicism starts to comprehend those memories as something devastating and more or less heart-breaking.
You could still remember the smell in the kitchen, exuded from the pots on the stove. And you could still recall the sunray beaming in through the window that would be wiped clean by the house maid three times a week.
‘Mommy, is daddy going to eat dinner with us?’
Your mother, who, at that time, seemed to be the most beautiful and powerful woman in the world to you, threw three handfuls of chickpeas into a pan and let herself think for a moment. ‘No, honey, I don’t think so.’
‘Why not?’
She sighed in a way a child wouldn’t be able to understand the true meaning behind it. Then, she smiled. ‘He’s working late so we could buy more of those chickpeas that you enjoy so much, love.’
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‘____.’
You snapped out of your daze. Your grandmother was staring at you with concern in her eyes. ‘You haven’t even touched your chickpea stew. Is everything alright?’
‘Everything’s fine.’ Except for the fact that you were at the restaurant with your family and you couldn’t even focus on the dinner or simple conversations—the whole time your mind was elsewhere. It felt as though there were too many distracting things happening in your life and you were losing control over all of them.
‘Are you sure?’ Your grandfather asked. You felt like you were put under the spotlight.
‘Yup, I’m just not that hungry.’
‘Maybe you’re ill?’ Your father chimed in.
Maybe you’re keeping secrets from me and that makes me lose my appetite.
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