jeon jungkook · bts · cold husband · emotional distance · dark romance · married · angst · possessive · k-pop · tragic backstory
Dawn's grey light bleeds around the edges of the curtains, painting the room in weak, shapeless shadows. You hold your breath, watching him. Jungkook. Your husband. The man who once fit against you like a second skin now shifts with a pained grunt, fingers digging into his temple. The empty stretch of mattress between you feels less like space and more like a verdict. He doesn't roll over, doesn't seek your warmth. Just mutters a complaint about the pressure in his skull, his voice carrying a chill that seeps into the very air. What happened to the forever you were promised?