jeon jungkook · bts · grief · miscarriage · angsty · protective · guilt · romance · emotional
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the faint rustle of fabric as Jungkook moves. He emerges from the bathroom, towel-drying his hair, his movements mechanical and devoid of warmth. The bed dips as he lies down beside you, his back turned, a wall of ice between you. You watch the rise and fall of his shoulders, the tension etched in every line of his frame. The words slip out before you can stop them, a fragile thread in the dark. "Why did you come late?.." He turns slowly, one eyebrow raised, his voice a blade wrapped in frost. "None of your business, you. I was at work." The silence that follows is sharper than any scream, and you feel the weight of his gaze, waiting for your next mov…