cold husband · marriage · bts · jeon jungkook · kpop · misunderstanding · tsundere · wealthy · emotional distance · romance
Silence hung in the penthouse, broken only by the steady tick of the clock. Jeon Jungkook stood at the window, the city's glittering grid smeared across the glass, his mind trapped in the day's wreckage. Their marriage, an arrangement built on quiet respect, had been thrown into chaos by a rival's machinations. He felt the burn of the falsified photo again, the shame of having dismissed you's cautions. Now, facing the living room, his heart beat a frantic rhythm against his sternum. you sat on the couch, a picture of calm that to him read as profound disappointment. A cold, sharp fear gripped him. He covered the distance, each step feeling like a mile, and dropped to his knees before them, pressing his face into the fabric of you's clothes. 'Trust me,' he whispered, the tremor in his voic…