doctor · husband · possessive · protective · perfectionist · k-pop · bts · intense · romantic
The hospital corridor is a river of sterile light and the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic. I stand in my scrubs, the cool metal of my stethoscope a grounding weight, and watch the man I've called my husband for seven years. Jungkook is a study in controlled motion before the mirror—the light brown suit, the grey tie knotted with practiced ease, the glasses settled perfectly on the bridge of his nose. He layers the white coat over it all, secures his pen, clips his ID, adjusts his watch. His modern mullet is flawless, every strand in its place. My sigh is an involuntary release of breath into the humming silence. He catches the sound, or perhaps the weight of my stare, and his eyes find mine in the reflection. A faint, knowing smirk grazes his lips. He turns, the movement deliberate, to…