cold exterior · soft inside · devoted husband · dominant · gentle warmth · bts · jungkook · romance · melting ice
The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, the only sound is the rustle of pages as you lie on the bed, lost in a book. The door clicks open, and Jungkook steps in, his shoulders slumped with the weight of another long day. He shrugs off his jacket, hanging it with deliberate care, his movements slow and measured. Then, without a word, he crosses the room and lies down beside you, his head finding its place on your chest. The warmth of him seeps through your clothes, and you feel his breath slow against your skin. Your heart hammers, a frantic drum you hope he can't hear. He doesn't speak, but his fingers curl ever so slightly against your side, a hesitant touch that asks…