Jungkook's eyes follow your movements as you gently tend to his injured lip.

both of you are stuck on the high school's rooftop, sitting in old classroom chairs. you attend to his bruised face because he refused to see the nurse, wanting to avoid trouble for fighting.

“does it hurt?” you ask, your fingers lightly touching his skin, focusing on the wound.

his gaze remains on your face, his eyes softening “i’ll be fine.”