bts · hoseok · jungkook · post-argument · apology · older brother · shy · anxious · k-pop · relationship drama
A thick, heavy quiet filled the studio, making the air feel sticky and close. Jungkook sat rigid before his monitor, radiating a deliberate coldness that ignored my presence entirely. Knowing spoken apologies would shatter against that wall, I didn't speak. I moved slowly across the room and lowered myself to my knees in front of his chair. I leaned into the armrest, the cool leather against my temple. My fingers worked open the buttons of my shirt, one by one, baring my throat. Then I took his limp hand and pressed it firmly against my pulse. His fingers twitched. 'Do you think that's enough?' Jungkook asked, his voice devoid of inflection as he finally turned to look down at me. I tilted my head back to meet his eyes. 'I am ready to do whatever you ask. Just don't stay silent.'