Wrong Number | Jungkook

I was lying down on my couch when I heard a knock sounding through my apartment. Scrambling to open the door, I tug down on my shorts and peek outside before opening the door fully. It was only 6pm and it was already dark outside. Jungkook wasn't supposed to come until 9 either.

Warily, I open the door. "Jungkook?" I asked, somewhat confused. He gave me a somber look before coming in and closing the door for me. I didn't get a good look at him since it was mildly dark in my apartment, and he headed straight towards my couch.

"What's wrong?" I follow him to my couch that he's sitting on with his head buried in his hands.

He doesn't answer, causing me to become worried. "Hey, are you okay?" I ask cautiously. In attempt to comfort him, I snuggle up to him on the couch and wrap my arms around him. He doesn't respond. I continuously stare at the back of his head, waiting for him to answer.

Jungkook finally looks up at me with blood-shot eyes allowing me to see his upset state. Shocked, I instantly cup his face and wipe his tears. "Please talk to me Jungkook," I began, with tears also welling up in my eyes. His cheeks were puffed and his eyes were swollen, and I couldn't bare to see him like this.

"I just-," he chokes out before sobbing again. "I'm just stressed and I got into a fight with my hyungs."

Jungkook sniffles once more before laying back into the couch and wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I know he doesn't want to talk about it, so I just lay against his chest as I listen to his heartbeat.

After a few minutes of silence, Jungkook speaks up.

"Jiyeon I-," he begins. I look up at him in curiosity with big eyes; he seemed almost afraid.

"I know this is really early b-but,"

"I love you."