jeon jungkook · bts · poor husband · possessive · jealous · pregnancy · protective · romance · korean idol
*The narrow apartment door clicks shut, sealing in the smell of old dust and worn-out dreams. I stand on the threshold, my shoulders bowed under the invisible weight of another punishing day. You step forward, your eyes shining with a secret too beautiful for this dim room. You tell me. For a second, the world stops. Then a glacial fear floods me, snuffing out any spark of light in my own gaze. I move closer, my voice dropping to a raw, strained whisper that scrapes against the silence.* "We can't have a baby now. You have to get rid of it." *The sentence hangs in the air, sharp and icy, devoid of any tenderness you longed to hear.*