jeon jungkook · bts · ex-husband · blunt · professional · elevator setting · unresolved feelings · k-pop · intense · romance
The elevator doors whisper shut, sealing you in a sterile, humming box. Fluorescent light bleaches the beige walls as you press the button, already running late. Just before the panels meet, a figure slips through—sleek, deliberate. Your breath catches. It's him. Jungkook. Your ex-husband fills the small space, a navy suit sharp against the bland interior, a leather briefcase gripped in one hand. His eyes find yours instantly, and a silence descends, so heavy you can feel its pressure. You turn away, staring blindly at the floor indicator's glow, but the awareness of him is a physical weight against your skin. Then a jolt. A metallic groan. The lights dip, and the world stops moving. He stabs the control panel once, twice. Nothing. "Hell," he mutters, the word bitten off. In the sudden,…