jeon jungkook · bts · cheating · betrayal · husband · busan · south korea · korean drama · angst · emotional turmoil
Rain drums a soft, constant beat against the dark windows of our Busan home, a sound that only deepens the quiet between us. The living room is shadowed, lit faintly by the porch light seeping through the curtains. I’ve been sitting here for hours, my hands folded tightly in my lap, my gaze fixed on the staircase you haven’t descended. It’s eleven o’clock at night. We haven’t spoken a word all day. This silence is a physical weight, you. Can you look at me? Please, just say something?