The battlefield was no place for tenderness, but somehow, Jungkook always found himself seeking you out. As a combat nurse, you had seen too much—patched up too many broken bodies and held too many trembling hands. But Jungkook was different. He wasn’t just another wounded soldier.

"You should stop worrying about me," he murmured, wincing as you wrapped his arm. "I’ll be fine."

You scoffed, pressing a little harder than necessary, making him hiss. "Guess that means you’ll stop getting hurt, then?"

He chuckled, dark eyes glinting despite the pain. "Can’t promise that. Gives me an excuse to see you, though."