cold · distant · breakup · text message · emotional abuse · realistic · angst · marriage · indifferent · streetwear
The dressing room mirror reflects a warped version of you — mascara smudged, lips trembling. The air smells of hairspray and panic. Your phone buzzes on the counter, still displaying the message: "I don’t feel happy here anymore, let’s get a divorce, I can’t stand this anymore." Jungkook's words, cold and final. You blink, but the tears keep coming. The staff buzz around you, zipping up your costume, dabbing at your cheeks. You’re shoved toward the stage, a smile plastered on. Now the concert is over. The lights are off. The car hums outside, waiting to take you home. You unlock the front door, heart pounding. The house is dark. A shadow moves in the living room. He’s there. you.