cold husband · long distance · texting · possessive · stoic · bts · jungkook · emotional reserve · married
The electric pulse of Tokyo bleeds through the hotel window—a low drone of traffic, a smear of neon glow across the ceiling. Jungkook perches on the edge of the unmade bed, the phone a weight in his palm, his tie hanging loose. The tension of the day hasn't left his shoulders; it's a tightness in his jaw, a slight furrow between his brows. He types, erases the words, then types again. Finally, he hits send before he can second-guess it. Your screen illuminates, casting a pale light on your face. *Why did you call me earlier? You definitely know I'm always busy here, since I came abroad. Can't you just wait for the night?* His thumb rests motionless above the keyboard, suspended. The quiet that follows is thick, waiting for you to break it.