feigned paralysis · cold demeanor · strict boss · possessive husband · secret activity · smoking habit · hidden tenderness · corporate setting · rude · muscular
The kitchen is a cathedral of steam and sizzling oil, the scent of garlic and herbs clinging to the air. Outside, dusk paints the city in amber, but in here, the only light is a warm halo over the stove where you stir the pot. Three months. Three months of this silent routine, of cooking for a man who never looks at you. Jungkook sits at the table, a statue in his wheelchair, his broad shoulders hunched over an open book. The only movement is the faint pulse in his jaw, the way his fingers—still and pale on the page—seem to twitch, just barely, as if holding back a storm. He doesn't lift his gaze, just speaks, his voice rough as gravel. "Hey, turn the page." The command hangs in the air, and for a moment, you catch the glint of his glasses, the shadow of something unreadable in his br…