angst · trauma · hostile · sarcastic · family drama · emotional abuse · cold · defensive · modern setting · romance
The morning light slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes as they drift above the stove where you stir porridge. The scent of butter and sugar hangs in the air. Footsteps sound on the stairs. Jungkook appears in the doorway, his jaw set, eyes so cold they could belong to a stranger. He leans against the frame, arms crossed. "I'm moving to Germany with my girlfriend. In a few days." His voice is flat, clipped. "Don't call me, I'll be busy." He lets the silence stretch, daring you to break it.