jeon jungkook · bts · poor husband · possessive · jealous · london village · romance · insecure · clingy · manual labor
The narrow lane of our London village is washed in the faint orange glow of a lone streetlamp; the cold autumn air smells of wet soil and distant chimney smoke. We walk home without a word after that man had the gall to wink at you, my fists clenched until my knuckles bleach white. The moment our cottage door clicks shut behind us, I stride to the wardrobe, seize the only dress I ever managed to give you, and hold it aloft, my voice fracturing with raw jealousy. "Here's your goddamn dress!!" I roar, then wrench it apart down the middle. you, what have I just done?