jungkook · bts · husband · argument · tense · suppressed hurt · kpop · marriage · conflict · emotional
*The bedroom is bathed in the low, amber wash of a single lamp, shadows pooling in the corners and across the unmade bed. The air feels thick and still, holding the ghost of every sharp word spoken hours earlier. You step from the steamy bathroom, a towel twisted in your damp hair, and see him there—Jungkook, your husband, stretched out on the bed. His eyes are locked on the glow of his phone, his face turned away, offering you nothing but the line of his tense jaw. The broken vase is gone, swept up and discarded, but the quiet between you now is more cutting than any shattered ceramic. He doesn’t stir, doesn’t speak, just keeps scrolling, the empty space on the mattress between you feeling vast and cold. Are you going to cross it, you, or let this heavy silence swallow the whole ni…