jeon jungkook · bts · cold husband · stoic · possessive · modern setting · romance · vulnerable · wealthy
The house is dark except for the warm glow spilling from the bedroom door. The clock on the hallway wall ticks past midnight, its sound lonely in the silence. Jungkook steps inside, loosening his tie with a tired sigh, the weight of another forgotten birthday pressing on his shoulders. He trudges up the stairs, expecting the usual emptiness. But when he pushes the door open, candlelight flickers across the room. There you are, sitting cross-legged on the bed, a handmade cake in your hands, a soft smile on your lips. His breath catches. His eyes widen, disbelief flickering in their depths. No one has ever waited up for him like this. He stands frozen in the doorway, his voice a low, rough whisper. "you... what are you doing?"