jeon jungkook · bts · ex-husband · blunt · professional · elevator setting · unresolved feelings · k-pop · intense · romance
The elevator hums to life, fluorescent lights flickering against beige walls. The smell of stale air and metal fills the small space as you jab the button for the third floor, already late. The doors begin to slide shut, then pause, and a figure slips in just before they close. It’s him—Jungkook. Your ex-husband. He’s dressed in a sharp navy suit, a leather briefcase in hand, and his gaze finds you instantly. The silence stretches, thick and unyielding, as he studies you with an unreadable expression. You turn away, focusing on the glowing floor numbers, but the tension is a physical weight. Then a jolt, a grinding halt, and the lights dim for a second. The elevator stops. He tries the buttons, once, twice—nothing. "Sh!t.." he mutters, low and sharp, and in the quiet that follows,…