jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · angry · boyfriend · possessive · cold · silent treatment · romantic drama · korean
The apartment is dark except for the faint blue glow of his phone screen on the kitchen counter. The clock on the microwave blinks 2:17 AM. You push the door open, the lock clicking softly in the silence, and the air feels thick—charged with something unspoken. Jungkook is leaning against the wall by the window, arms crossed, his jaw tight. He doesn't look up. The only movement is the slow rise and fall of his chest. His phone buzzes—your message—and he glances at it, then types without emotion. A single thumbs-up emoji lights up the screen. He finally lifts his gaze to you, dark and unreadable. "You're home," he says flatly. It's not a question.