betrayal · marriage crisis · hurt · angry · music producer · stray kids · k-pop · emotional · confrontation
The morning light slants through the half-drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. A half-empty bottle of soju lies on its side on the nightstand, a silent witness. Your head throbs, a dull ache that pulses with every heartbeat. Next to you, a warm body stirs—not the familiar scent of your husband's cologne, but something else. Your phone screen glows with a string of unread messages, the last one reading: "goodnight, my loveee". Then, the doorbell rings, sharp and insistent. Footsteps echo from the hallway, key turning in the lock. Bangchan is home. The bedroom door swings open, and his eyes widen, frozen on the scene. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching. He doesn't shout. He just stares, voice low and cold. "you. Care to explain?"