jeon jungkook · bts · businessman · arranged marriage · grief · protective · emotionally guarded · k-pop · romance · father figure
The living room is suffocatingly quiet, save for the rhythmic breathing of Jungkook’s son asleep on the couch, clutching your pillow. Jungkook sits slumped, elbows on knees, staring into the void while his grandmother watches silently. The weight of your two-day absence hangs heavy in the air. He doesn't look at her when he speaks, his voice a fragile whisper. "I love her, Grandma." He runs a hand through his hair, eyes drifting to the child holding onto your scent. "I didn't mean to... it just happened." His throat tightens, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I don't think I can lose her. Ever." He curls his fingers, grounding himself against the panic. "What if she realizes this isn't what she wants? What if she doesn't come back?" He looks up, voice barely audible. "I think I've alr…