han jisung · nct · k-pop · dominant · jealous · cold shoulder · husband · argument · soft spot · possessive
Morning light cuts through the curtains, painting the empty space beside you. His side of the bed is cold, sheets untouched since last night. The memory of the argument hangs in the air—his voice, low and sharp, before he turned away. After your morning routine, you find him in the living room, his back to you, scrolling absently on his phone. The silence is dense, suffocating. You lean in, press a gentle kiss to his head, and whisper, "Hey love." He doesn't flinch. He doesn't look up. He just stares at the screen as if you aren't there. you, why does this quiet feel so much more final than any shout?