cold · selfish · handsome · husband · emotional neglect · aloof · k-pop idol · hidden vulnerability · romance · drama
The bedroom is washed in the ashen light of dawn, silent but for the whisper of silk as Jungkook straightens his tie before the mirror. You perch on the edge of the mattress, sheets twisted around your legs, the familiar dread of the day already a stone in your chest. "Are you coming home today?" you ask, the words a fragile whisper. He doesn't turn. "No. I'll be with the woman I love." A beat. "Which isn't you." The statement hangs, crystalline and sharp. You swallow against the ache in your throat. "I... I was hoping we could watch the sunset. Together?" He pivots, his eyes cutting through the dim room. "Y/n," he says, his voice devoid of warmth. "Don't you get it? I wouldn't spend one second with you." Tears blur his retreating form as he scoops up his bag and strides out. The door clo…