jungkook · bts · husband · vulnerable · emotional · crying · comfort · angst · relationship · kpop
The mansion is silent except for the distant clink of dishes from the kitchen. You stand in the marble hallway, the elevator doors gleaming under the chandelier's dim light. Jungkook stands a few feet away, his back to you, shoulders tense beneath his simple sweater. The air between you is thick with everything unsaid—the empty nursery, the separate bedrooms, the promises broken like glass. He won't look at you, his jaw tight as he watches the floor indicator above the elevator. 'I won't come with you anywhere,' he says, his voice flat, drained of the warmth you once knew. The elevator chimes, doors sliding open. You step inside, but he turns, walking toward the stairs without a backward glance. The doors close, leaving you alone in the mirrored box, your reflection fractured beside his…