#bts fluffy imiagines

[apriorisea]

“I Signed Up For It All”

You x Jungkook

You get the phone call at 11:52pm. It’s about your cousin, the troubled one addicted to painkillers. Overdose. Not sure he’ll make it. Your mom is crying with you.    “No,” she says, sniffling, “Don’t worry, ok? Try not to worry. I just thought you should know. I’ll keep you updated. What time is it there?”    You glance at your watch, having a hard time reading the numbers through your tears. “Almost midnight. Mom--??”    “I know, sweetie,” she says, taking a deep breath. “I promise I’ll keep you updated.” She pauses. “Oh, that’s your aunt. I’ll text you. Try to get some sleep, okay?”    You give your word, but as soon as you hang up the phone, you feel the first sob creep up your throat, and you sink to the couch. Living literally across the world from your family didn’t usually get to you, but right now....You felt alone and scared. You bury your face in your hands and cry, wishing you were back home with your family, wishing you could do something to help.    Trying to get yourself together, you send a few texts: one to your siblings, one to your mom, a few to your favorite and closest cousins, and chew on your thumbnail while you wait for any answers. Your younger sister texts back immediately, obviously upset, and you feel the tears splash down your face again. After attempting to reassure her, you scan back through your other messages until you find Jungkook’s name. You open the conversation, but hesitate: the two of you had only been officially-dating for a week and a half. Things were still new, and, after all, he worked so hard, you felt guilty bothering him at this time of night.    MOM: Sounds like Jesse is the one that found him. Wasn’t a pretty scene.    Your stomach aches.    Hey, are you awake?    You sit back against the couch, still crying, not really expecting a reply and starting to feel silly for even trying. He’s going to decide I’m too high-maintenance, you think, trying to make light of the situation. But all you can think about is your cousin, your family, the “accident.” You press one hand to your mouth, shutting your eyes tight as more tears come.    JK: hi babygirl! i’m always awake for you ;)    JK: Is everything ok?    You wipe at your tears with the sleeve of your sweater and try to figure out what to say next. You really hadn’t expected him to answer you. Before you can decide, you feel your phone start buzzing with an incoming call. You hit ANSWER.    “Hey,” you say hoarsely, turning your head away from the phone to sniffle. “I’m sorry.”    “What’s wrong?” he asks immediately. “Are you okay?”    At his genuine concern, you lose it again, breaking down into tears. “No,” you manage between sobs. “My---my cousin.”    You can hear the sound of commotion on his end, but his voice is incredibly calm still. “Your cousin? What happened to your cousin?”    “He overdosed,” you cry. “They’re not sure--not sure he’s going to make it. I’m...I’m so sorry, Jungkook, I know it’s late, I just...I didn’t know...” You’re not even sure how you want to finish that phrase. “I’m just really worried and upset.”     “I know,” he says gently. “It’s okay, darling. When did this happen?”    “Just a little bit ago,” you say, feeling better hearing his voice. “My mom just called. I guess his little brother is the one that found him.” At this reminder, you remember how alone you are and cry even harder. “I don’t...I don’t know what to do? I can’t be there, and everyone’s really upset, and....my cousin could be dead,” you admit in a tiny voice. “He’s probably dead. Or, at best, brain dead. My cousin is probably dead and I am halfway across the world.”    He sounds strangely out of breath. “Try to think positively, okay? He’s going to be okay. Is this the first time something like this has happened?”    You take a deep, shaky breath through your nose. “I don’t.....I mean, probably not, but this was a really bad one. And I think---” The words get caught in your throat and you have to force them out. “I think it was ...intentional.”     “Oh, babygirl,” he says softly, and he sounds sort of distracted. “Okay. Take a deep breath, ok?”     You nod to yourself, following his instructions. You reach for something else to say, unsure of how he’s feeling about the whole situation. “Um....Were---were you asleep?” you ask, rubbing your nose on the edge of your sleeve. “I’m sorry I woke you up, I really am, I just needed...”    “Me,” he finishes for you, and then there’s a knock at your door.     You get to your feet. “Wait, are you---?” Through your door-cam, you can see him standing on your welcome mat: he’s wrapped in an oversized hoodie and sweats and wearing a baseball cap, but it’s definitely him. The tears bubble up again and you fumble to open the door.    He steps inside and closes the door behind him before reaching to take your face gently in his hands. “It’s all right, babygirl,” he says softly, brushing away a few of your tears with his thumbs. “I’m here.”    Your lip trembles and he makes a soft click with his tongue, releasing your face to pull you against him. You let him, burying your face in his chest and crying even harder.    “Shh, it’s okay.” He holds you as tight as possible, his hands extra-gentle on your back. “I’m here.” He leans his head against yours. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry.”    With his arms around you, you feel some of the ache start to ease away. After a while, you pull back, feeling embarrassed. “I’m s-sorry,” you say through a hiccup. “You didn’t have to come all the way over here right now, I know you’ve had a long day.”    He’s cradling your face in his hands again. “Don’t apologize,” he murmurs; the tips of his fingers are incredibly gentle on your face as he wipes your tears away. “Just take a deep breath for me, okay? I’m right here.”    He is. He’s here. You fall in love just a tiny bit more and take as deep a breath as you can. You’re rewarded with a small smile.    “There you go,” he says, his tone slightly relieved. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “You look exhausted.” He smooths the same strand back a few times, his other hand still resting on the side of your face. “Come on, let’s sit.” He slips his arm around your waist and guides you to the couch, helping you sit like you’re something precious. Still standing in front of you, he looks towards the kitchen. “Do you need some water?”    Every part of you is missing his warmth already, even though he’s still there, standing right in front of you. The wild, still-panicked part of you starts to worry that he’s going to leave, and you feel a few more tears bubble up. “I’m good, thank you.” You brush at your face, trying to steel yourself for his inevitable departure. “I’m sorry I bugged you so late, I was just...I’d just barely gotten the call from my mom and I was freaking out.”    “Please,” he says, meeting your eyes gently, “Please don’t apologize.” Without another thought, he sinks onto the couch next to you, his hand seeking yours automatically.    You feel your breath catch, the relief coursing through you at his touch.    “So what’s the latest news?” he asks, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand softly. “What happened? Talk to me.”    His invitation relieves some of the weight that’s been sitting over your chest. You’re dying to talk about it, dying to say out loud the millions of thoughts in your head, dying to have someone else to bounce ideas off and get feedback from. At his reminder, you look back at your phone: you scan through the messages, feeling a lot more panic and not getting a lot more information. “Nothing...n-nothing new,” you say, stumbling over your words as you read through your sister’s text. “I.....It...” You’re having a hard time finding the words. You look over at him in desperation, and feel your heart slow a little at the calm, patient look you find there.    “Start at the beginning,” he says slowly, pulling your conjoined hands onto his lap. “It’s okay, baby, just talk to me.”    You nod. Thank you. “My cousin has been struggling for a while,” you begin, staring at your hand in his. “I guess he went missing for a while today, and a bunch of people went looking for him...His little brother found him unresponsive in his room.” You feel the tears slip down your face again at the thought. “My mom called to tell me, but no one is sure what’s going to happen now. He’s...” Your breath catches, and you move to take your hand out of his so you can cover your face. He relinquishes your hand, but immediately wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You let your hands drop, preferring to bury your face in his chest. “And I’m...I’m here.”    He presses his lips to the side of your head gently. “You feel bad because you’re so far away,” he summarizes, rubbing your shoulder. “You wish you could be with your family right now.”    You nod against him.    There’s a moment of quiet and then he wraps his other arm around you in a tight hug. “You’re not alone, darling,” he says quietly. “I know I’m not much,” he adds with a half-smile, “But I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”    This only makes you cry a little harder, and he practically pulls you into his lap at this. You think of how long his day has been, how late it is, how early he probably has to get up tomorrow---I’m not going anywhere. You’re more grateful than you can say.    “I know you’re upset,” he says after a while, one hand stroking your hair, “But you’re going to make yourself sick, crying so much. What can I do?”     You shake your head and pull away from him, a little more calm now. “I’m really s--” He cuts you off with a look and you shake your head. “I mean...” You study his face for a moment, enjoying the feel of his hand on your hair. “Thank you,” you whisper.     “Always.” He’s serious, but he gives you a little smile that makes your heart flutter. “I am always going to be here, no matter the time or distance or whatever.” He gets a little self-conscious, but pushes through. “You’ve got me, babygirl. Don’t worry.”    You’ve finally stopped crying, feeling exhausted but better, and you know it’s mostly because of him. Without second-guessing yourself, you reach up to kiss his cheek. “I’m so lucky,” you say softly, smiling as you see the faint blush creeping over his face.     He hugs you a little closer and leans down to kiss you: just once, softly, chastely, sweetly. “Now,” he says, brushing the final tear from your face. “Let’s get your mind off this a little, yeah? Until we hear back from your family.” Readjusting, he grabs the TV remote and then places one of the thin couch pillows in his lap, gesturing for you to relax. When you’re lying with your head in his lap, he starts stroking your hair again. “Anything look good?” he asks, surfing the channels.    “Whatever,” you say softly, but you let your swollen eyes close at his presence and touch.    He notices. Bending down to kiss your temple, he says, “Sleep, baby: I’ll get you up if there’s any more news.”    You’re not actually that close to sleep, but his promise loosens the final ball of anxiety in your chest: no matter what happened, he would be there, you didn’t have to do it alone. You take a genuine deep breath and snuggle a little closer against him.      For the first half hour, every time your phone goes off, you grab it and hungrily read each message, hoping to get more information, but each time you’re disappointed. After the 9th false alarm, you feel a few more tears slip down your face.      “Here,” he says softly, and works the phone out of your hand. “I’ve got it.”     You nod and relax again, and without the distraction of your phone, you immediately feel the exhaustion creep over you. You vaguely wonder if you should be concerned about giving him such personal access to your life, unguarded---but then you feel him brush his fingers through your hair and you realize that you trust him more than almost anyone else in your life so far. You let your eyes drift shut.       It’s 1:32am when you feel him gently wake you up. “Hey darling,” he says softly. “It’s okay, just take a second,” he adds as you sit up sharply, feeling dizzy.      “What happened?” you ask hoarsely. “What---what time is it?”     He shows you the time and then tries to hand you the phone. “Your mom just texted you.”     You freeze, your eyes stuck on the phone. “What....what did she say?”     He hesitates, giving you another chance to decide whether you wanted to read it for yourself or not. When you don’t move, he sets the phone on the other side of him and reaches for your hands. Slowly, he begins, “Your cousin pulled through for now. She thinks he’s gotten over the worst part.”      A huge amount of anxiety lifts off your chest and you exhale explosively, gripping his hands tightly. “That’s....That’s great. And the brain---?”     “It’s going to take a little more time to figure that out,” he says gently, watching your face carefully. “The most important thing is that he’s still fighting.” He releases one of your hands and tucks some hair back behind your ear. “Breathe, baby, it’s good news.”     You nod, but now you feel the tears swallow you up for a different reason. Seeing this, he pulls you against him and lets you cry against his shoulder. “It is,” you blubber. “It’s great news, I’m just...I’m so sorry.” You sit up, wiping at your face fiercely. “You’re going to decide this is too much work,” you say self-consciously, trying to laugh. “You didn’t sign up for this when you asked me out, did you?”     “Yes, I did.” His answer is quick, steady, and sure. He fixes another strand of your hair, then lets his hand rest on the side of your face. He studies your expression for a moment. “I signed up for all of it. I’m here for all of it.” He meets your eyes pointedly. “For all of you.”     The blush explodes across your cheeks. “I’m so lucky to have you,” you admit, feeling your face grow even hotter.      He smiles, but simply leans in and kisses your cheek.     You’re glowing a little when he pulls away and to distract from it, you look for the time again. “It’s so late,” you say, sniffling one more time. “You probably need to get home, right? I’m sure you’ve got lots of stuff---”     “Nope, I’m good.” He sits forward and then gets to his feet. “But I do think it’s time for you to get some good rest. Come on,” he says, extending his hand. “Let’s get you ready for bed.”      You put your hand in his, and before you know it, he’s taken care of everything: he leads you to the bathroom and turns on the perfect temperature of warm water to wash your face, he waits while you change into comfortable pajamas, and as soon as you’re ready, he has a glass of water waiting for you and the covers turned down.      There’s a part of you that feels like you should be more self-conscious about the whole situation---but it’s getting drowned out by the rest of you that feels so at home with Jungkook, so comfortable, so peaceful. You’re also so unbelievably exhausted that it’s hard to think straight. “This is.....thank you,” you say, blinking slowly.      He comes to you, concerned by how tired you look and how pale your face is, and carefully wraps his arm around your waist. “Here,” he says, helping you to the bed. He tucks you in, pulls the blanket up over you, and then sits on the edge of the bed. “Do you need anything?” When you shake your head, he smiles and leans down to kiss your forehead. “Can I....” he hesitates. “Would you mind if I stayed with you tonight?”      Yes, please!! You take a small breath. “You really don’t have to. I know you’ve got stuff to do tomorrow....”     “That’s tomorrow,” he says calmly. “But right now, can I stay?”     You don’t trust your voice, so you nod.     “Okay. I plugged your phone in,” he says, gesturing towards your bedside table. “But your mom said unless something crucial happens, she’ll wait to contact you until tomorrow.” He caresses the side of your face. “So you can get some good rest tonight.” Getting to his feet, he pulls the plush armchair from the corner of the room next to the bed and settles in, reaching out to take your hand. “Just relax. I’m right here.” He smiles as your eyes flutter shut, and rubs his thumb against the back of your hand. “Just get some sleep, babygirl. Everything is going to be fine.”     Every time you wake up that night, groggy and panicked, he’s there. Even when he finally drifts off himself, he wakes up with you, completely selfless though he’s exhausted, too. At 4:58am, you’re startled awake by a nightmare that leaves you sobbing, and without hesitation, he climbs onto the bed next to you, wrapping you in his arms and holding you until the shaking he stops. You cling to the front of his sweatshirt, holding on for dear life until the residual terror eventually fades. He kisses your forehead repeatedly until you both drift off again.      Your alarm for work goes off at 7:30am and you twist to turn it off quickly, hoping not to disturb him, but when you roll back to face him, he’s awake, smiling faintly at you.      “Hi babygirl,” he says softly, reaching out to touch a strand of your hair. “You okay?”     You nod. The gratitude bubbles up and you say impulsively: “Thank you. Thank you for staying, thank you for...for everything.”      He leans forward and kisses your forehead. Lingering there, he adds against your skin, “Of course.” When he finally pulls away, he sits up and stretches, his hair standing up in wild directions.      “You need to go?”     He turns to look down at you, his expression uncertain. “I do...I need to be at work in an hour. But I’ll be back at lunch?”     You get up, too. “You don’t have to do that. You’re probably sick of me.”     A strange blush creeps over his face, and he shakes his head. “Not at all.” Almost like a distraction, he looks over at your phone. “Do you want to check for news?”     Your breath catches, but you nod. Reaching for your phone with one hand, you reach for him with the other, feeling immediately better when he interlocks his fingers with yours. It only takes a second to scan through your messages. You release the breath you’d been holding. “Nothing new. Which is probably good news?”     “Definitely good news,” he says, bringing your hand up to his lips. “Will you keep me updated today?”     “I will. Thank you, again, Jungkook. I...I don’t know how I can ever repay you for all of this.”     He rolls out of the bed and kisses your cheek again. “Don’t even think of it.”     While he takes a moment in the bathroom, you wander to the kitchen and peruse your breakfast options. Normally, you’d be overthinking every single little detail about the last 12 hours, but you’re so spent that you can barely focus on one thing at a time.       He appears in the kitchen, his hair tamed and his face freshly washed. He turns down your offer of breakfast, but willingly takes you into his arms for another hug. “If you need anything,” he says in your ear, “Call me. Text me. I’ll be here as soon I as can.”     “I know,” you laugh lightly. “I’ll never doubt that again after last night.”      He releases you a little. “That’s good.” He looks like he might say something else, but when it dies on his tongue, he just smiles down at you.       “I know you’ve got to go,” you say, and you wrap an arm around his waist to walk him to the door. “I don’t want to make you late.”      He shakes his head again as he puts on his shoes, and when he straightens, he puts his hand on the door handle but hesitates. Studying your face for a moment, he clears his throat and then says, “You know....I....I just want you to know....” Losing his nerve, he tries to turn away, shaking it off.       “Hey---” you catch his arm curiously. “What’s wrong?”      “Nothing. I just....I love you,” he says softly, his eyes locked on yours even though his face is on fire. “And I’m here for you, forever, and you never have to say thank you or anything else because I love you.”     There aren’t words to describe how much joy courses through you in that moment. Instead of thinking, you act on instinct, cradling his face in your hands and reaching up to kiss him. His hands snake around you automatically, and it’s a long time before you break apart.       “I know it might seem soon,” he adds nervously, his hand still on the small of your back. “And I don’t expect you to say it back right away, I just...I needed you to know.”      You’re smiling, absolutely giddy, and you shake your head quickly. “No, not at all, I just...I’m pretty sure I love you, too. I can’t imagine how I would’ve made it through last night without you here.” You brush some hair out of his face. “You’re amazing. Thank you.”      He kisses you again. “I have to go,” he says reluctantly, “But I swear I’ll see you later, okay?” Just before he slips out the door, he says again: “I love you, babygirl.”      You close the door behind him and sit in perfect, stunned, happy quiet. From down the hall, you hear your phone go off, and even though your initial reaction is panic, you think of him and his words, his promise, his solidarity, and you know, without a doubt, that you’re going to get through this. With him.