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📍Summary: You come home to Jungkook and he holds you close as long as you need it to be.

📍Word count: 1k words

📍Warnings: JK breaks the tv (not in rage) , you cry, you need him, emotions, cuddles, burgers, periods.

*This is a work of fiction*

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"What is it even. Aish," Jungkook muttered, now having performed a post mortem of the television set when a mild spanking couldn't resurrect the same.

"Agh I want to watch cooking show too! This ain't fair. This house. Everything in this house is messed up!" he mithered, reprimanding the innocent contraption - its parts dismantled at the bunny man's mercy.

"I must clean this up before Y/N comes!" his eyes turned to saucers as he glanced at the time. The same reflected on his lock screen of you sleeping with Cooky plushie which he gifted. You were his sleeping beauty. His damsel. And he wanted it to be that way.

So he did what will guard his plush rump from your pouty lashing. He sanitized the living room of all the evidence and made the room clean as a whistle. He assembled the television to its bonafide form. It may not work. But he would deal with that later.

Just as he cracked his knuckles and straightened his back, he heard the pin code to your shared abode being beeped in.

He threw himself onto the couch with alacrity, putting on his usual skit of cerebrating on tiktok videos on his phone.

He expected your syrupy voice to chirp his name like a soporific incantation, followed by you cannonballing onto him. Perching on his lap and rambling about your day, to which he would listen to with utmost devotion.

But instead, he barely heard any sound. No chirping, no giggling. Pin drop silence. Crickets turning to shame.

He eyed your languished form. Vacuous expression, adorning your beautiful visage. Something was up. It had to. Where was his vivacious damsel? Was it him? Did he fuck up something while being incognizant?

"Bub? Everything alright? My bun's very quite today?" He got up from his flopped bun position and reclined against the couch, holding your dainty cold hands as he coaxed you to sit on his lap.

No answer.

You bestrode his lap and buried your head, which harboured a maelstrom of thoughts, in his soporific neck. His scent, working like the most therapeutic tranquilizer to your anxious self.

"What happened my bun? Long day mmh? My bub," he mewled into your hair, kissing your earlobe, caressing your luscious vanilla scented hair and stealthily sniffing the same.

Your scents calmed each other and recharged the drained batteries of your souls. Always.

He did not, however, push further, giving you a space with him close to you. That was the thing about Jungkook- he respected your emotions and never questioned them. He revered your vulnerability which was also your greatest strength.

Damp shoulders. He felt the fabric of his shirt being drenched by the crystals of your emotions, that surged through you. And were now oozing out through the crevice, too overwhelming for you to ensnare.

"Shh. It's okay baby. I am here. Cry as much as you want bun." He held you tight like an angel shielding his beloved. Through his triumphant yet delicate wings.

Jungkook was your human serotonin. Your therapy. On days like this, when you needed him a little more, he would cradle your emotions and let you purge them. He would not ask why you were crying. Or that typical emotional shut down- don't cry or stop crying.

He would rather encourage you to cry, to let it all out. As long as you'll cry enough and be done with it. He would make sure you would not cry again for the same reason.

That was the best part of your connection. You held the strings to each other's heart close. And if they ever got knotted- you'd detangle them together, no matter how jejune it may become.

Crying was considered courageous between you two. To be vulnerable was to be gallant. And he would give you all his time under the sun if you needed it.

"Baby, Koo-kie it's just so hard. I- I don't feel good right now baby. I don't know why-" you hiccupped, sobbing. You rose your head from his neck to face him momentarily, his honey eyes blanketing you with all the warmth you needed to cosset you.

"It's okay bub. Talk to me mmh? What can I do to make you feel better bub?" He wiped your tears with his loving thumbs as he held your chin to plant kisses of reassurance on your puffy face. His mollifying touch lulling you with serenity.

Jungkook was your serenity.

"Just hold me Kookie." you nuzzled your head in his robust chest which held all the love in the world for you and only you.

"That's easy. Here." he embraced you tighter like a baby koala and rested his chin on your shoulder, landing delicate pecks there. You two inhaling each other's warm presence.

After long yet short minutes of snuggling each other you squeaked.

"Koobie. I am hungry. Wan' eat. Koobie" you broke off from his brawny embrace and gave him puppy eyes- which was a cheat word for him.

"I'll order us whopper burgers, bub. Give me a minute. You want ice cream?" he confirmed after smooching your pout and now reaching for his phone.

You nodded and ebulliently skipped your way to the washroom to freshen up. Your mood, doing a 180 degrees for him. But he was used to it. He never judged. He knew the female body can be harsh on his bun's soul sometimes.

"Done!" He beamed and just as he was about to exit the app, his phone pinged with a notification-

'Y/N's period date reminder'

He kept your date as a reminder in his calendar to prepare himself and pamper you a little extra on those days. To be gentle with you. To understand you more on those days. You were his spoiled bun after all.

"Well that explains a lot," he mumbled.

"Koobie what are we watching tonight?!" you pounced on his form, smooching his cheek.

"Um about that baby- "

Let's say the burgers were not enough to calm your jittery demeanor that night.

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