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You flinch during an argument
SEOKJIN - The fight started over nothing. It always did lately. You had both been tired, Jin from back-to-back schedules, you from the loneliness that came with them. The distance between you had stretched so thin that even breathing around each other felt fragile.
He came home late again. The clock read 1:47 a.m., and you were still awake, sitting on the couch in one of his old hoodies, scrolling aimlessly just to distract yourself from the ache in your chest.
When the door opened, you looked up, trying to sound casual. “You’re late again.”
He sighed, tossing his bag onto the counter. “Yeah, we had to re-record a few parts. It wasn’t planned.”
“I figured.” Your tone came out much colder and accusatory then you intended.
He looked up, weary eyes narrowing slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing,” you said too quickly.
But Jin wasn’t in the mood to let it slide. “No, say it. You always do this thing where you get quiet and sulk instead of telling me what’s wrong. Just say it.”
Your chest tightened. “It’s not about sulking, Jin. I just-” you exhaled shakily, “I never see you anymore. I know it’s your job, but sometimes it feels like I don’t even have a boyfriend, just a ghost who lives here.”
He blinked, shoulders tensing. “That’s unfair. You know how much I try. You know I can’t control my schedule.”
“I know that,” you said softly, “but I’m allowed to miss you. I’m allowed to want you here.”
His jaw clenched. “You think I don’t want to be here? You think I like coming home at 2 a.m. to this?”
“This?” Your voice cracked. “You mean me?”
He groaned, dragging a hand through his hair. “That’s not what I meant.”
But you were already crying, your frustration spilling out. “You always twist it so I’m the one overreacting. I just wanted to talk to you, not fight!”
“Well, maybe you should pick a better time than right after I get home from a twelve-hour day!” His voice was loud now, sharper than you’d ever heard it.
It was tiny, instinctive, your shoulders jerking slightly as if bracing for something that wasn’t coming. But he saw it. He saw the way your eyes widened, the way your hand trembled before you quickly looked away, trying to hide the fear that flickered across your face.
The anger drained out of him in a second, replaced by something hollow and cold. His voice fell silent, his body going still. “Did you just flinch?” he whispered, disbelief and guilt crashing over his expression.
You swallowed hard, wiping your tears quickly. “It’s nothing. You just scared me. You were yelling, that’s all.”
“Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice trembling now. “I would never-”
“I know.” But your voice was too small, too uncertain.
He stepped closer, slowly, like he was afraid to startle you again. His eyes were glistening now, red-rimmed from the sudden wave of emotion. “Hey. Look at me.”
You hesitated, then met his gaze. The regret there was overwhelming.
He reached out, hands trembling slightly before resting gently on your arms. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice like that. I wasn’t angry at you. I was angry at myself. I’ve been so tired and I let it come out the wrong way. I swear to you, I would never hurt you.”
Tears welled in your eyes again, but you nodded weakly. “I know, Jin. I know you wouldn’t.”
He pulled you into his chest before you could finish your sentence, his arms wrapping around you tight enough that you could feel his heartbeat racing against your ear. You didn’t resist. You just melted into him, clutching the back of his shirt like you were holding onto safety itself.
He pressed his lips to your hair, whispering apologies over and over, each one breaking a little more than the last. “I’m sorry I scared you. I’m sorry for shouting. I’m sorry I haven’t been here. I don’t deserve you, not when I keep making you feel like this.”
You shook your head against his chest. “Don’t say that. You’re human, Jin. You’re allowed to mess up.”
He cupped your face, thumb brushing your cheek tenderly. “Not like that. Not when it makes you look at me like I’m someone you should fear.”
Your chest tightened. You didn’t even realize how much that single flinch had hurt him until now. He looked devastated, like he’d failed you in the worst possible way.
You rested your hand over his heart, feeling it thrum beneath your palm. “I don’t want us to keep fighting like this.”
“Neither do I,” he murmured, pulling you closer again. “I’ll do better. I’ll talk to you more. I’ll make time. You’re my person, Y/N. You should never have to wonder if I still want to be here.”
The two of you stayed like that for a long time, clinging to each other in the dimly lit apartment as the world outside stayed quiet. His arms didn’t loosen once, even as your tears finally slowed and your breathing evened out.
Later, when he finally pulled back, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Let’s go to bed, okay? I just want to hold you.”
You nodded, exhaustion hitting you all at once.
That night, he didn’t sleep much. He stayed awake beside you, one hand resting over yours, as if he could silently promise with every heartbeat that he’d never let you feel small or scared again.
And when you woke the next morning, his first words were soft and certain. “You’ll never have to flinch around me again.”
You believed him. Because this time, he sounded like he needed to believe it too.
YOONGI - You could always tell when something was wrong with Yoongi. He didn’t need to raise his voice or slam doors for you to know. It was in the silence, the sharp, cutting kind that filled the air when he was angry.
Tonight, it had been brewing for hours.
He came home from the studio late, shoulders heavy, eyes dull. You had tried to keep things light, asking about his work, offering to heat up dinner, but he barely responded. Every answer was short, clipped, until eventually, you stopped asking.
It wasn’t until you mentioned that you’d gone out for coffee with an old friend, a guy you’d known from university, that his expression shifted.
He looked up from the couch, eyes narrowing slightly. “A guy friend?”
You frowned. “Yeah. You’ve met him before, remember? Jungho. He’s just a friend.”
Yoongi’s jaw tightened. “Right. Just a friend.”
The air grew colder. You knew that tone. He wasn’t jealous often, but when he was, it came out quietly, in looks that lingered too long and in words that carried more weight than he intended.
You sighed, crossing your arms. “You know I wouldn’t do anything, Yoongi. You don’t need to get weird about it.”
“I’m not being weird,” he said flatly. “I just didn’t realize we were getting coffee with ‘just friends’ now.”
“Are you serious?” Your voice rose slightly. “You’ve got friends who are girls. Do I ever say anything about them?”
“Because I know where the line is,” he shot back.
The words hit harder than he probably meant them to.
You stared at him, hurt flashing across your face. “So what, you think I don’t?”
He didn’t answer. He just leaned back, rubbing a hand over his face, trying to calm himself down. But it was too late. Something in you snapped.
“God, Yoongi, do you even trust me?”
“Don’t do that,” he said quietly.
“Turn this into something it’s not.”
You laughed bitterly. “You started it! You’ve been snapping at me since you walked in, and now you’re accusing me of something I didn’t even do!”
He stood up then, eyes flashing. “I’m not accusing you. I’m just saying maybe you don’t think about how it looks sometimes.”
“How it looks?!” Your voice cracked. “Who cares how it looks? You know me better than anyone, or at least I thought you did!”
His temper finally broke. “Maybe if you didn’t spend so much time trying to make everyone like you, people wouldn’t get the wrong idea!”
The words came out louder than either of you expected.
It wasn’t dramatic, just a small, instinctive recoil, your shoulders jerking as your breath caught in your throat. But he saw it. He saw the flash of fear in your eyes, the way your body went rigid for a split second.
His anger vanished immediately.
He froze, eyes wide, mouth parting as if he couldn’t believe what he had just done, or what he had just seen. “Y/N…” he said softly, taking a hesitant step forward.
You shook your head, tears blurring your vision. “You scared me.”
The words were quiet, broken, but they shattered him completely.
Yoongi’s chest tightened painfully. His whole body went still, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “No. No, baby, I’m so sorry.”
You turned away, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth as tears started falling. “You didn’t have to yell. You know how that gets to me.”
“I know.” His voice cracked. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. I just- I was angry, but not at you. Never at you.”
He stepped closer, slow and careful, like approaching a wounded animal. When his hands finally touched your arms, they trembled. “I’m sorry,” he said again, his voice barely holding together. “I would never hurt you. I swear to God, I’d never let anyone lay a hand on you. Especially not me.”
You could hear the panic behind the words. The kind that came from someone who hated himself for letting something slip through the cracks.
You finally turned toward him, eyes glassy. “You scared me, Yoongi. Just for a second, you reminded me of well.. you know my last relationship."
He winced, his heart breaking in real time. “No, don’t say that. I’m not them. Please, don’t see me like that. I'll never be him.”
You shook your head, voice trembling. “I don’t. I just didn’t expect it from you.”
He closed the distance then, cupping your face in both hands, forcing you to look at him. His thumb brushed the tears from your cheeks as he whispered, “You never have to be afraid of me. I love you too much for that.”
You leaned into his touch despite everything. His warmth, his voice, the quiet sincerity bleeding from his eyes, all of it felt like an apology before he even said the words again.
“I shouldn’t have said any of that,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re allowed to have friends. You’re allowed to live your life without me getting in my own head. I’m just… scared sometimes. Not because I don’t trust you, but because I don’t trust myself not to mess this up.”
The rawness in his voice made your chest ache.
You rested your hand over his, still holding your face. “You haven’t messed up. You just lost your temper. It happens.”
He shook his head slowly. “Not like that. Not when it makes you look at me like that.”
He pulled you into his arms then, holding you tightly against his chest. You could feel his heart racing, fast, uneven, as if trying to prove he was still there.
Neither of you spoke for a while. The only sound was his quiet breathing against your hair, steadying with every passing minute.
Eventually, he whispered, “I’ll do better. I’ll never yell again. You have my word.”
You smiled weakly, fingers curling into his shirt. “You don’t have to be perfect. Just don’t shut me out.”
He kissed your forehead, his voice rough and quiet. “Never again.”
And though the air was still heavy with what had been said, there was also something else now, something fragile but real. Forgiveness.
Because even when Yoongi broke, he always built you back up softer than before.
HOSEOK - You and Hoseok had been arguing quite a bit recently. You've both been going through a rough patch lately.
You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, trying not to let the tension in the room suffocate you. Hoseok had come home later than usual, his energy off from the second he walked in. Normally, he’d greet you with that warm grin and pull you into his arms, but tonight, he barely looked at you.
You didn’t take it personally at first. He had long days. But as he silently picked at the dinner you had made, you couldn’t help but feel that familiar sting of being invisible.
You tried to ask about his day, keeping your voice light. “How was practice?”
He gave a halfhearted shrug, not even glancing up. “Fine.”
“Just fine?” you asked softly.
He sighed, finally meeting your eyes. “Yeah, just fine. Why are you pressing it?”
The bite in his tone caught you off guard. You blinked, unsure whether to laugh it off or call it out. “I’m not pressing anything. I just wanted to talk to you.”
“Well, I don’t really feel like talking right now.”
Your chest tightened. You set your fork down. “You don’t have to take it out on me.”
“I’m not taking it out on you,” he said quickly, then pushed his plate away, shaking his head. “I just need space, okay?”
Something in you snapped, all the nights of waiting for him to come home, the quiet dinners alone, the way you always tried to be understanding while he gave you half of himself.
“No, it’s not okay,” you said, your voice trembling. “You can’t keep shutting me out every time something goes wrong. I’m trying to be here for you, but you won’t even let me in.”
He let out a bitter laugh. “Let you in? You think I haven’t let you in? You think it’s easy keeping this relationship together when I’m working fifteen hours a day?”
“That’s not fair,” you said quickly. “I never asked you to choose between me and your career.”
“Yeah, but you act like you’re the one who’s suffering the most,” he snapped. “You think I don’t feel guilty every time I leave you here alone? You think I like coming home to this silence?”
Your throat tightened. “Then why are you always the one creating it?”
That’s when it happened. His hand slammed against the table, loud and sharp. The sound echoed through the apartment, bouncing off the walls, and instinctively, you flinched.
You hadn’t meant to. It was small, barely noticeable, but you saw the way his eyes widened, how he froze instantly, his anger evaporating as fast as it came.
You swallowed hard, trying to pretend it didn’t happen, but your eyes burned. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to-”
He cut you off with a shaky voice. “No. No, don’t say sorry.” His tone had shifted completely, soft and filled with horror. “Did I just scare you?”
You didn’t answer, which was answer enough.
Hoseok’s face crumpled. His hands trembled as he pushed away from the table, stepping toward you slowly like he was afraid of making it worse. “Baby, please. I wasn’t angry at you. I just- I didn’t mean to yell, I didn’t mean to hit the table. I’m so sorry.”
You blinked back tears, trying to breathe past the lump in your throat. “It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it.”
He shook his head hard. “No, it’s not fine. You flinched. You actually thought-” His voice broke. “You thought I might hurt you.”
You looked down. “I know you wouldn’t, Hobi. It’s just… I’ve been yelled at like that before. I guess my body just reacted.”
That gutted him. He reached out slowly, giving you every chance to move away, but you didn’t. He placed a trembling hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear. “I will never, ever be like them,” he whispered. “Not to you.”
You leaned into his touch, but he could still see the faint fear in your eyes, and it broke him in ways he didn’t know how to fix.
He sank down beside you on the couch, pulling you gently into his arms. His embrace was tight, desperate, like he was trying to protect you from something invisible. You could feel his heart pounding against your shoulder.
For a long time, neither of you said a word.
Finally, he whispered, “You’re right. I shut down too much. I don’t talk enough. I carry everything alone and then I take it out on you when I can’t handle it anymore. That’s not fair to you.”
You looked up at him, your eyes soft. “I know it’s not easy for you either. I just want us to talk. I want us to feel like we’re still on the same side.”
He nodded, his thumb tracing slow circles against your arm. “We are. You’re the only thing that keeps me from falling apart sometimes. I just forget that you’re human too. That you have your own cracks.”
He leaned his forehead against yours, his voice raw. “I don’t ever want to be something you’re scared of. You’re supposed to feel safe with me.”
“I do,” you whispered. “I just want you to let me in when things get hard.”
He smiled weakly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I promise. From now on, no walls. No yelling. Just us.”
You exhaled, finally letting yourself relax against him. The silence that followed wasn’t sharp or cold this time. It was the kind of silence that came after a storm, when everything hurt but at least it was quiet again.
He held you tighter, like he was silently swearing he’d never let it get that far again. And for the first time in a while, you believed him.
NAMJOON - It had been building for weeks.
The unspoken things, the half-smiles that didn’t quite reach his eyes, the way he came home exhausted and distracted.
You noticed it all, the way his shoulders carried too much, the way his mind never stopped running even when he was sitting right next to you. You tried to give him space, to be understanding, but space turned into silence, and silence turned into distance.
And distance, eventually, turned into tonight.
He came home later than usual, his face tight with exhaustion. He dropped his bag by the door, muttering something about work. You were curled up on the couch, laptop open, dinner cold on the table.
“You didn’t eat,” you said softly.
“Namjoon, you haven’t eaten all day.”
He shot you a quick glance, already irritated. “I said I’m not hungry.”
Something in you clenched. You had spent the day waiting for him, making sure dinner was warm, wanting just a little time together. “I’m just trying to take care of you,” you said, your voice smaller than you wanted it to be.
“I didn’t ask you to,” he replied flatly.
That one stung. It wasn’t what he said, but how he said it, like your care was a burden.
You shut your laptop, setting it aside. “You know, it’s hard to feel like I matter to you when you treat me like this.”
He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “Not this again. I’m tired, okay? Can we not do this tonight?”
“Do what?” you asked quietly. “Talk?”
He turned toward you, jaw tight. “You always want to talk. Every time I’m home, it’s like you’re waiting for me to slip so you can pick a fight.”
You blinked, taken aback. “A fight? I just want to know what’s going on with you. You shut me out every single day, and then when I finally ask, you act like I’m the problem.”
His voice rose before he even realized it. “Because sometimes you are the problem.”
The words came out sharp, bitter, full of frustration he hadn’t meant to unleash.
You froze. The air left your lungs in a shaky breath. “What?”
He ran his hand through his hair, muttering, “Forget it. I didn’t mean it like that.”
But you heard it. You heard it loud and clear.
You stood up slowly, trying to keep your composure, but your hands were trembling. “You think I’m the problem. You think me caring about you is the problem.”
“I said forget it,” he said, his tone clipped.
You stepped back. “No, Namjoon. You don’t get to say something like that and then act like it doesn’t matter.”
He turned sharply toward you, frustration boiling over. “God, why do you always make everything so dramatic?”
His voice cracked through the room, and before you could stop yourself, you flinched.
It wasn’t loud enough to shake the walls, but the sound, the sharpness of it, hit something deep. Your body moved on instinct, shoulders tensing, eyes flickering down like you were bracing for more.
That was when he stopped breathing.
You could see the realisation wash over him, his anger draining in an instant, replaced by shock, then guilt so heavy it made him stagger a step back.
He lifted his hands slightly, like he didn’t know what to do with them. “Wait. Wait, you- you flinched.”
You blinked, already wishing you could undo it, hide it, anything. “It’s nothing. I just- I didn’t expect you to yell.”
He took a hesitant step forward, his voice barely a whisper. “Did I just scare you?”
You stayed silent, which told him everything he needed to know.
Namjoon’s throat worked as he swallowed hard. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” His voice was shaking now, raw and full of remorse. “I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I didn’t mean-”
You looked up at him, eyes glistening. “You didn’t mean to hurt me?”
He exhaled shakily, moving closer until he was standing right in front of you. His voice broke when he said, “No. Never you.”
You saw it then, the self-loathing in his expression, the regret pulling at his features like it was physically hurting him. He looked like a man who had just realised he became something he swore he never would.
He reached out, slow and gentle, his hand hovering near yours. “Please. Let me hold you.”
You hesitated, then finally nodded, and he pulled you into his chest. His arms were tight around you, his chin pressed into your hair, his voice trembling as he spoke. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled. I shouldn’t have said any of that. You don’t deserve it.”
Your voice cracked against his shoulder. “I just wanted to help. You’ve been so far away lately, and I didn’t know what to do.”
“I know,” he whispered. “I keep thinking I have to carry everything alone, and then I take it out on the one person who’s always been there for me.” He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. “You’re not the problem. You never were.”
You brushed away a tear from his cheek, your thumb trembling. “Then don’t push me away every time life gets hard. Let me help you carry it.”
He nodded, his voice small. “I will. I promise.”
He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, holding it there for a long moment. “You’re my calm, you know that? Even when I forget how to be gentle, you’re still the only thing that brings me back.”
You leaned into him, letting the warmth of his apology sink in. The apartment was quiet again, but this time it wasn’t suffocating. It was fragile and tender, the kind of silence that meant healing.
Namjoon held you tighter, whispering again and again how sorry he was, until the tension in your chest began to fade.
And in that moment, with his heartbeat steady against your ear, you knew he meant it.
JIMIN - It started like nothing. It always does.
A small misunderstanding, a careless word, something that should have been brushed off but wasn’t.
You had been quiet most of the day, your energy low, your smile forced when he came home. Jimin noticed immediately, but he’d had a long day too, rehearsals running late, meetings stacked on top of interviews, the usual chaos that came with being Park Jimin. So when he stepped through the door and you didn’t greet him with your usual warmth, something in him deflated.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, dropping his bag near the couch.
“Nothing,” you replied, your voice too light to be believable.
“Don’t do that.” His tone softened. “You’ve been off all week. Talk to me.”
You closed your laptop with a small sigh. “It’s just… I barely see you anymore. You’re always busy, and when you are here, you’re tired. It feels like I’m dating your shadow.”
He frowned slightly. “That’s not fair.”
“I’m not trying to be unfair,” you said, keeping your voice even. “I just miss you.”
He exhaled slowly, already rubbing at his temple. “You know this is my job, right? I can’t just cancel schedules because you’re lonely.”
The words weren’t meant to sound cruel, but they came out sharper than intended. You froze for a second, the sting obvious.
“I didn’t say that,” you whispered. “I know how hard you work, Jimin. I just…” You trailed off, swallowing hard. “Forget it.”
“Don’t do that,” he said again, his patience thinning now. “You always say forget it, but then you stay mad and I have no idea what I did wrong.”
“Because you make me feel like I’m asking for too much when I just want time with you!”
He blinked at the sudden rise in your voice, surprised. “You think I don’t want time with you? Do you have any idea how hard I try to make this work?”
“Then why does it feel like I’m the only one holding on?”
That was the moment he snapped, but not in a loud way. It was the kind of frustration that came from exhaustion, from weeks of tension and missed connections. His voice came out tight and sharp.
“Maybe if you stopped acting like everything revolves around you, you’d see that I’m doing my best.”
The silence that followed was deafening.
You stared at him, your mouth slightly open, eyes glossy. “What?”
Jimin’s expression faltered. He hadn’t meant it like that. He knew it the second it left his mouth, but pride and fatigue kept him frozen. “I just meant-”
“No, I heard you,” you said quietly. “That’s how you really feel, isn’t it?”
He ran a hand through his hair, his voice unsteady now. “That’s not what I meant. I’m just tired, I-”
“You always say that,” you interrupted, your voice breaking. “You’re tired. You’re busy. You’re stressed. When do I stop being the one who has to understand everything?”
He turned suddenly, frustration flaring again. “Then what do you want me to do, huh? Quit my job? Throw away everything I’ve worked for?”
You stepped back, startled by the sudden intensity in his tone. It wasn’t shouting, but it was loud enough, harsh enough, that your body reacted before your mind could process it. Your shoulders jerked slightly, your hands instinctively rising in defense.
And that one second broke him.
Jimin froze mid-breath. His expression went blank, and then horror swept across his face. He stared at you like he couldn’t believe what he’d just seen.
“Did you just…” His voice cracked. “Did I just scare you?”
You blinked fast, shaking your head even though tears were already spilling down your cheeks. “No, I just- it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting you to-”
He took a slow step toward you, his hands trembling. “Baby, no. Please don’t say it’s fine. I scared you.”
You swallowed hard, your throat tight. “You didn’t mean to.”
“But I did,” he said, his voice breaking completely. He took another step forward, then another, until he was right in front of you. “I should never make you feel like that. Ever.”
You could see the guilt written all over him, in the way his lower lip trembled, in the way his eyes shone with unshed tears. Jimin had always been soft-spoken, gentle, careful with his tone even when angry. Seeing fear flicker across your face hit him like a physical blow.
He reached for you slowly, as if you were something fragile he didn’t deserve to touch. “Please,” he whispered. “Please let me fix this.”
When you didn’t pull away, he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your shoulder. His breath came out uneven, warm against your skin.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured over and over, his voice breaking with every word. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it.”
You clung to him, your body shaking with quiet sobs. “You just… you sounded like you hated me.”
He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. His own were red, wet with tears he hadn’t bothered to wipe. “I could never hate you. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. I get lost in trying to be perfect for everyone else, and then I take it out on the one person who sees me as human.”
Your fingers brushed his cheek, soft and hesitant. “Then let me see you. The real you. You don’t have to be perfect for me.”
He nodded slowly, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’ll do better. I promise. I’ll never let you feel small because of my bad days.”
You both stood there for a long time, wrapped up in each other, hearts beating too fast and too close. The weight of the argument still hung in the air, but so did something else, forgiveness.
When he finally pulled you down onto the couch, he kept his arm around you, his thumb tracing small circles against your skin. “You’re my safe place,” he whispered. “Even when I forget how to act like it.”
You smiled faintly through your tears. “Then don’t forget again.”
He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Never again.”
TAEHYUNG - It started over something that should have been simple. The two of you had barely seen each other for weeks. Taehyung had been swallowed up by rehearsals, brand meetings, photo shoots that bled into nights, and long flights that made the days blur together. You had tried to be patient. You always were. But that night, something inside you finally gave.
He came home late again. The apartment was quiet except for the sound of the rain tapping against the windows. You had waited, eyes tired, food gone cold on the counter. He walked in, coat soaked, tie loose, eyes heavy with exhaustion. He didn’t even notice the meal at first. He tossed his keys on the counter and muttered something about needing to shower.
“Taehyung,” you said softly. “We were supposed to eat together tonight.”
He froze. His shoulders tensed but he didn’t turn around. “I told you I’d be late.”
“You said that yesterday too.” The words came out shakier than you meant. “And the day before. You always say that.”
That was all it took. The exhaustion that had been quietly coiling inside him snapped. He turned around, voice sharper than you had heard in a long time. “What do you want me to do? I can’t cancel everything just because you want dinner.”
You blinked, the heat of your tears building fast. “It’s not about dinner, Tae. I just miss you.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You knew what my life was when you agreed to be with me. You said you understood.”
Something inside you cracked. “I do understand. But understanding doesn’t make it easier. You barely talk to me anymore. You’re always somewhere else. I don’t even know when you’ll be home.”
His jaw tightened. “You think I like this? You think I want to be gone all the time? Everything I do is for us, for you.”
You took a step closer. “Then why does it feel like I’m losing you?”
That broke something in him. He raised his voice without meaning to. “Because you keep pushing me when I’m already doing everything I can!” His hand moved up in frustration, running through his hair as he turned slightly toward you, voice rising again. “I can’t be everywhere at once!”
You flinched. It wasn’t the volume that did it. It was the sudden movement, his arm lifting fast, his tone too sharp, the tension in the air snapping around you. It happened before you could think. Your shoulders pulled in, your eyes dropped to the floor, your breath caught in your throat.
The silence after was deafening.
Taehyung froze, his entire expression crumbling. The anger drained from his face in an instant, replaced by pure horror. His hands dropped to his sides, shaking slightly. “Y/N,” he whispered, stepping back like he was afraid to come closer. “Did you just-”
You nodded without looking up, tears spilling down your cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just- you startled me.”
That single sentence shattered him. His voice broke as he moved toward you slowly, hands trembling, eyes red. “No no no, don’t apologise. Don’t ever apologise for that. Baby, I would never-” His words caught in his throat. “I didn’t mean to yell. I swear, I would never hurt you.”
You tried to speak but the lump in your throat was too heavy. He reached for you gently this time, fingers brushing your arm so carefully, like you might break. When you didn’t pull away, he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your shoulder. His body shook as he cried quietly, his voice raw and uneven.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered over and over. “I’m so sorry I made you scared. You shouldn’t ever feel that way around me.”
You clung to him, the both of you trembling in the dim kitchen light. You could feel the guilt radiating off him, heavy and suffocating.
Later, when the two of you were on the couch wrapped in the same blanket, his hand found yours again. His eyes were still red, his voice small. “I need to be better,” he said. “I can’t let my stress turn into something that hurts you. You mean too much to me.”
You leaned your head against his shoulder, tears still drying on your face. “We’ll figure it out together,” you whispered.
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his lips warm against your skin. “You’re my peace,” he said softly. “Even when I forget how to show it. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never flinch around me again.”
That night, you fell asleep in his arms. His heartbeat stayed steady beneath your ear, his grip never loosening. And though neither of you said it out loud, you both knew something had changed. There was still love, but now there was a deeper promise, one built on the quiet understanding that love, real love, isn’t just about staying. It’s about learning to hold each other gently, even when the world outside feels too heavy to carry.
JUNGKOOK - It started on one of those nights that already felt heavy before a word was spoken. Jungkook had come home from the studio late again, shoulders stiff, eyes tired but still burning with that same restless energy that never seemed to let him go. You were curled up on the couch, waiting for him with a blanket pulled around you. The TV was on but you weren’t really watching. You had been trying to wait up, hoping you’d get a few minutes together before he disappeared into his world again.
He walked in quietly, setting his bag down by the door. His hair was damp from a shower at the studio and he smelled like soap and smoke from the fog machines they used during rehearsals. When he saw you, his lips curved into that small half-smile that always made your chest ache.
“You’re still up?” he asked, his voice soft.
You nodded. “I wanted to see you.”
Something in his expression faltered for a second, like guilt flashing across his face, but he hid it quickly. “You should sleep, babe. It’s late.”
“I know,” you said. “I just thought maybe we could talk for a bit. I barely see you lately.”
The words hung in the air, quiet but heavy. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We talked yesterday.”
You blinked, stung by how casually he said it. “For ten minutes while you were half asleep.”
He let out a quiet groan and sat down on the arm of the couch, staring at the floor. “Y/N, I’m doing my best. You know that.”
“I know you are,” you said quickly. “But it doesn’t mean it’s easy. I miss you.”
You weren’t trying to start a fight. You just wanted him to hear you, to see you. But Jungkook had been running on fumes for weeks and something inside him cracked before he could stop it.
“Do you think this is easy for me?” he said, his voice rising slightly. “I’m working every day, trying to keep up with everything, trying to make time for you, and all you ever say is that I’m not here enough.”
You stood up, your throat tight. “I’m not blaming you, Jungkook. I just want to feel like you still want to be here. With me.”
He shook his head, pacing a little. “You know that I do. I wouldn’t be doing any of this if I didn’t care about our future.”
“Then why does it feel like I’m the only one fighting for it?”
That was when his frustration boiled over. He turned around too fast, his tone sharp, his words rougher than he meant. “You’re not the only one fighting, Y/N! You act like I don’t care but you don’t even see what I’m doing for us. You don’t see how much I give up every day just to keep this going!”
His voice echoed in the small living room. You hadn’t heard him yell before. Not like that. His eyes were wild with exhaustion and anger and something that looked a lot like pain. He moved his hand through his hair again, stepping closer, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to get the words out.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to be everything for everyone?” he said. “To hold everything together and still come home and pretend I’m not breaking too?”
You tried to speak but when he moved closer, his hand lifting to emphasize his words, the sudden movement made you flinch before you could stop yourself. You took a step back, eyes wide, body tensing instinctively.
The second it happened, the air in the room froze. Jungkook stopped breathing. His hand fell instantly to his side, his whole body going still. His face drained of color.
“Y/N…” His voice broke on your name. “Did you just flinch?”
You didn’t know what to say. You wanted to explain that it wasn’t him, not really, that it was just the tension, the noise, the speed of it all. But the look on his face was already enough to shatter your heart.
He took a step back, shaking his head. “No. No, I didn’t mean- I would never-” His voice cracked again, this time with panic. “I didn’t even realise I was-”
You whispered, “I know, Jungkook. I know you didn’t mean to. You just scared me a little.”
That was all it took. He sank to his knees right there in front of you, hands trembling as he reached out but stopped himself from touching you. His eyes were glassy, his breathing uneven. “I scared you,” he whispered, like he couldn’t believe the words. “The last thing I ever wanted to do was make you afraid of me.”
You knelt down in front of him, tears finally spilling over. You took his face gently in your hands, forcing him to meet your eyes. “I’m not afraid of you, Jungkook. You just startled me.”
But he didn’t look convinced. His voice was broken when he spoke again. “I’ve seen what anger does to people. I’ve seen what it turns them into. I can’t be that. Not with you.”
You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. “You’re not. You’re human. You get tired, you get frustrated, and sometimes you break. But you never hurt me.”
He nodded weakly, his arms wrapping around you with desperate force. He held you like he was afraid you might disappear. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again and again until his voice was hoarse. “I’m so sorry.”
You stayed like that for a long time, the world quiet except for the sound of your breathing and the steady hum of rain outside.
Later, he carried you to bed even though neither of you could sleep. His hand found yours under the blanket, his thumb tracing small circles against your skin. He didn’t speak for a long while, but when he did, his voice was soft, almost childlike.
“I don’t ever want you to feel small because of me,” he said. “If I ever raise my voice again, tell me to stop. Remind me who I am.”
You smiled weakly, squeezing his hand. “Who are you?”
He turned to look at you, eyes shining in the dark. “Yours,” he said simply.
And in that quiet, when the weight of the fight had finally settled into something gentler, you both knew that love wasn’t about perfection. It was about choosing to stay, to learn, to forgive, and to build something softer even after it breaks.
That night, Jungkook didn’t let go of you once.
