[233/547] Until We Meet Again, Jungkook

[233/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

cuddling with katsuki at night was a usual thing for the both of you. you loved the way he held you and how he made you feel so safe in his arms, how his figure perfectly fit into yours like a puzzle.

that’s exactly why his absence was especially hard for you, even more when he was in missions. you missed him. some nights you even cried yourself to sleep because you not only missed your husband but you didn’t know if he was safe and okay.

“he comes home in 2 days I’ll be fine” you whisper to your self, while dozing off to sleep.

a few hours later katsuki walks into the house taking off his boots at the door. as quiet as possible he walks to your shared bedroom. the sight he walked into made him smile. he sees you in his shirt on his side of the bed. on top of that you’re cuddling his pillow.

that should be him. he takes off his hero costume and tosses it into the hamper. he doesn’t even take the time to find comfortable clothes, he just want to hold you.

as he slide into the bed, under the covers, you wake up. you rub your eyes trying to process what’s in front of you.

“kats? what are you doing home so early”

“the mission changed to another agency”

you softly whisper an “oh” and almost immediately hug him. you bury your face in his neck.

“im home baby”

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[248/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

No matter how much you tossed and turned, no position was comfortable enough to sleep in. At this point you sighed out of annoyance before sitting up. You thought about what you could do to get yourself to sleep when you noticed something shine in the corner of your eye. His room key…

Bakugou had given you his dorm key to use wherever he wasn’t there and you needed something or just wanted to stay in there. You haven’t used it since you haven’t found a need to but with how you feel right now, you didn’t hesitate to pick it up and make your way to his dorm.

Once you got there you were hit with a wave of nervousness, what if i wake him up? Your thoughts only lingered the longer you hesitated so you gently knocked on the door, once you got no response you realized he was asleep. Now it wasn’t uncommon for either one of you to climb in the opposite’s bed to sleep. Usually he didn’t even use the door but went through your balcony instead. Which after since time you learned to leave open just for him.

You quietly opened the door and the soft light from the hallway showed his sleeping figure sprawled out on his bed. You couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looks. Once you closed the door you made your way over to his bed, kicking off your slippers before slowly and quietly climbing into the space next to him. He moved a bit but didn’t seem to wake up, he must have been really tired because usually he’s a light sleeper. You got comfortable on the side closest to the wall.

You were facing him as he laid on his back, no sheets on him or anything, how he usually slept, meanwhile you had tons of blankets on top of you. His hand was against his pillow and you hesitantly reached out for it before gently cupping his hand with both of yours and pulling yourself closer to him. You finally closed your eyes and could feel yourself drifting off to sleep, finding comfort in his warmth.

“Couldn’t sleep?” as usual, his voice was always raspy when he was half asleep.

“Mnm.” you mumble as you felt yourself getting more tired, you couldn’t help it, not when you found him so comfortable, plus.. he made you feel safe.

He kept the hand you were holding still as he used his other to hold your waist and pull him closer to you, almost on top of him. He softly exhaled before turning his body a bit to face you, his eyes half kissed as he looked at you, now finally asleep before he placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank God you took that damn key.” he whispered to himself, a soft smile forming on his lips before he fell back asleep.

Realistically he used to leave his door locked because he threatened to murder Denki anytime he tried to wake him up or if Kirishima and Sero decided to burst into his room to drag him somewhere. Once you two started dating he’s left his door unlocked at night hoping you’d stop by, whether it be to sleep or just because you feel like invading his space. But Bakugou wouldn’t tell you that.

At least not now, not while he’s waiting to say “I love you.”

The early morning air was crisp, a faint chill hanging in the gym as Katsuki Bakugou entered, his breath visible in small clouds as he exhaled. He liked mornings like these- quiet, the world still waking up, giving him a moment to push everything aside and focus on what mattered: training. The gym was always empty at this hour, or at least it was supposed to be.

But today, as he rounded the corner, a familiar laugh echoed through the space, followed by the unmistakable sound of fists hitting a punching bag. Bakugou’s eyes narrowed as he approached, his footsteps almost silent on the polished floor. He could see you before he saw him- your form was perfect, hands wrapped tightly as you threw punch after punch with practiced precision. Your movements were fluid, focused, and annoyingly perfect.

But it wasn’t your technique that made him bristle. No, it was the fact that you weren’t alone.

Kirishima stood a few feet away, cheering you on with his usual enthusiasm, his red hair messy from the workout. Bakugou felt something tighten in his chest, a sensation he wasn’t familiar with- something heavy and uncomfortable that made his jaw clench.

This was your time. His time with you. No one else was supposed to be here, least of all Kirishima. He was your sparring partner, the one who had spent countless hours with you in this very gym, pushing each other to the limit, and now you were here with someone else. Bakugou’s steps grew louder as he approached, making no effort to hide his presence now. He saw your eyes flicker toward him, a small smile tugging at your lips, but it did nothing to ease the tension building within him.

“You’re supposed to be my sparring partner,” Bakugou said, his voice sharp as he stopped a few feet from you.

You lowered your hands, your smile faltering slightly at the tone of his voice. “I am,” you replied, a hint of confusion in your eyes.

“No, you’re not,” Bakugou snapped, the words coming out harsher than he intended. “You’re disloyal.”

You blinked, taken aback by his accusation, while Kirishima raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. There was a brief moment of silence, the only sound being Bakugou’s heavy breathing as he stared you down.

“Disloyal?” you echoed, your brow furrowing as you tried to make sense of his words. “Bakugou, what are you talking about?”

He hated how his heart seemed to race at the way you said his name, how your voice always had a way of getting under his skin. But he hated even more how you didn’t seem to understand. He didn’t want to explain himself, didn’t want to admit that seeing you with Kirishima made something ugly twist inside him. So, instead, he doubled down.

“You’re supposed to be training with me,” he growled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Not wasting your time with shitty hair.”

“Hey,” Kirishima interjected, though his tone was light, clearly trying to diffuse the situation. “It’s just one morning, man. I’m not stealing your partner.”

Bakugou shot him a glare, one that made Kirishima take a step back, hands raised in surrender. But his words did little to soothe the ache in Bakugou’s chest, the one he couldn’t name or understand.

“I didn’t think you’d mind,” you said softly, your gaze not wavering from his. “You’re usually not up this early, and I wanted to get some extra practice in.”

“I do mind,” Bakugou muttered, his voice lower now, almost as if he was speaking more to himself than to you. He didn’t know why this bothered him so much, why the idea of you training with someone else made his blood boil. You were supposed to be his partner, his. The one person who could keep up with him, who pushed him harder than anyone else.

And maybe, just maybe, the one person who had managed to slip past his defenses without him even realizing it.

You took a step closer, your expression softening as you reached out, your hand hesitating for a moment before resting on his arm. The touch sent a jolt through him, like a shock to his system, and for a brief second, his anger faltered.

“I’m sorry,” you said, and Bakugou hated how sincere you sounded, hated how those words made him feel. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was replacing you.”

He scoffed, but it lacked the usual bite. “You didn’t,” he lied, shrugging off your hand, though the warmth of your touch lingered.

“Then what is it?” you asked, your voice gentle, but Bakugou couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes. How could he explain it when he didn’t even fully understand it himself? All he knew was that the thought of losing you to someone else- even if it was just as a sparring partner- made something inside him feel like it was unraveling.

Kirishima cleared his throat, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, maybe I should head out? Let you two sort this out.”

“Yeah,” Bakugou muttered, barely acknowledging Kirishima as he walked past him, his focus entirely on you.

You didn’t say anything as Kirishima left, the gym door closing with a soft thud behind him, leaving the two of you alone. The silence was heavy, and Bakugou could feel your gaze on him, waiting for him to say something- anything.

“I’ll stay away from Kirishima,” you finally said, breaking the silence. “If that’s what you want.”

Bakugou’s jaw tightened. That wasn’t what he wanted. Not really. He didn’t care who you spent time with- at least, that’s what he told himself. But the idea of you choosing someone else over him, even for something as simple as training, made him feel like he was losing something important. Something he wasn’t ready to admit he even wanted.

“It’s not about him,” Bakugou said, his voice quieter now, almost as if he was forcing the words out. “It’s about you. Us.”

The confession hung in the air, and Bakugou could feel the weight of it, heavy and suffocating. He didn’t know how to explain it, how to tell you that he needed you without sounding like a fool. But he knew one thing for certain: you had somehow become more than just a sparring partner, more than just another friend. And the thought of losing that- losing you- was something he couldn’t bear.

You took a step closer, and this time, when you placed your hand on his arm, he didn’t pull away. “We’re a team, Bakugou,” you said softly, your eyes searching his. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He wanted to believe you, wanted to let himself trust that you meant those words. But trust was something Bakugou didn’t give easily, and the fear of getting hurt, of losing something important, was enough to make him hesitate.

But as he looked at you, standing there with that familiar determination in your eyes, he felt something inside him start to shift. Maybe, just maybe, you were different. Maybe you were someone he could actually let in.

Without thinking, Bakugou reached out, his hand grasping yours firmly, as if he was afraid you’d slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough. “Good,” he muttered, his voice gruff but laced with something softer, something he wasn’t ready to name. “You better not.”

And for the first time in a long while, Bakugou felt something other than anger or frustration- something warmer, something closer to contentment. It was strange, unfamiliar, and it scared him more than any fight ever could.

But as you smiled up at him, your hand still in his, Bakugou couldn’t bring himself to let go. Not yet.

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a/n: something for ME

Katsuki thinks as he watches you pour your coffee into your travel mug and get ready for work that you’re the most beautiful he’s ever seen you. 

Katsuki thinks pain is subjective, but a pain like this, he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy. So for it to be nestling and festering inside you, the one he loves more than anyone on this planet…it’s like a knife he can’t remove from his chest. And every breath he takes, every time he watches you swallow the pain down, he feels the throb, the ache. 

And still it’s only a small insignificant fraction of what you’re feeling. 

Katsuki thinks he’s failed you. He wishes he could take it all away: the pain, the trauma, the loss, the hurt, the grief, the nightmares, the daymares, the headaches, the scratchy red noses, the numb dope filled disney movie marathons.  He wishes he could take it all and shove it in a box and dig until he reaches the center of the Earth to bury it there forever.

Strength is subjective too. It’s why he never understands why you won’t allow him to say you’re stronger than him. Why you won’t allow him to do something more to help you.  

You are stronger than him, no matter what you believe. He watches your shoulders as you screw the cap on your tumbler. They’re hunched over, like they’ve been since that day. The personification of all you're carrying, heavy on your shoulders. Weighing you down. 

Though still, you turn to him and smile and say what you always say, “Mmkay! I’m heading out! Love you, have a good day.” He promises you he will, like he always does and you leave the house with a bright smile. Off to start your day.