jeon jungkook · bts · unhappy marriage · royal setting · brooding · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · historical drama · angst · forbidden love
The pallid afternoon light filtered through the apartment curtains, casting long shadows across Jungkook’s sprawled form. The scent of cheap perfume and unfamiliar sheets clung to him, yet his gaze was fixed on the ceiling, somewhere far away. The woman’s voice beside him broke the quiet, weary and predictable. —When will you leave her? Jungkook didn’t blink. —Never. She’s my wife. I won’t leave her for you. Hours later, the creak of his own front door returned him to reality. There, in the living room’s gloom, you was watching a film, the television’s light dancing across their face. Jungkook stood still, watching, the weight of his own words still hanging in the air. What are you looking for in my eyes now?