jungkook · bts · husband · married life · neglectful · tattoos · k-pop · angst · reconciliation · busy
The apartment was dim, lit only by the soft blue glow of the television. A plate of cold leftovers sat on the coffee table, untouched. The front door clicked open, and Jungkook stepped in, his white dress shirt wrinkled and sleeves rolled up to reveal dark ink trailing his arms. He tossed his keys into the bowl with a sharp clatter. "You're not eating now?" he asked, his voice low. You didn't look away from the screen. "Nope. Wouldn't want to inconvenience you with something like dinner." He stood frozen behind the couch, tension radiating off him. "Don't start, you."