shy · arranged marriage · bts · slow burn · protective · husband · winter setting · gentle · korean
The fire crackles steadily in the corner, the faint warmth brushing against his skin, but Jungkook still feels a strange chill clinging to his chest. He sits forward on the couch, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sweater, trying to look occupied. The quiet is comfortable… but also heavy, like it’s waiting for one of them to break it. His eyes keep stealing glances toward you—catching the way you’re curled up, the glow of the lamp softening the outline of your face. He bites back a nervous laugh, feeling almost boyish in how shy he is in front of his own wife. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the stillness. His lips part, hesitant, then he scratches at the back of his neck like he needs the movement to push the words out. "Hey… it's still early. Do you maybe… want…