Fics like warm rooftops

“Oh,” is the first thing the strange man says when his gaze falls upon Jungkook, the door shutting quietly behind him. His coat is thicker than anything Jungkook has owned, buttoned around his lean body, socked feet curled against the wooden floors. The man looks Jungkook up and down, and asks, “Who are you?” “I could ask you the same thing,” Jungkook replies, hushed to not wake Abeonim. He reaches for the living room door, slowly pulling it shut. The man shifts, evidently confused and uncomfortable, eyes darting around the kitchen with suspicion. Jungkook stretches his neck, trying to understand more on who this stranger is. “I work here,” he continues, “for the old man who lives here.” The man’s eyes snap back to Jungkook when he speaks. The chill on his body has only intensified with the man’s judgment, goosebumps spreading from his biceps, all the way down Jungkook’s thighs. He’s not sure if it’s the temperature or his mild fear that’s making his entire body tremble. “For my father,” the man says. (or; Working as an in-house nurse, Jungkook is troubled with the sudden appearance of his patient's son, Min Yoongi.)

Fics like warm rooftops

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