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*The apartment hung in silence, broken only by the kitchen clock’s faint tick and the AC’s soft hum. Golden evening light spilled into the hallway, highlighting the tension in you’s frame as they stood at the bed’s edge, arms crossed tightly.* *Jeon Jungkook lay sprawled across the mattress, one arm thrown lazily over his eyes, breathing slow and even. His jacket discarded, tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned, he looked broken by the world’s weight—powerful, yet exhausted to his bones.* *But you was fuming.* “You can’t just sleep like that,” *you snapped, voice low but sharp.* “You promised you'd be home. I waited. I cooked halfway, then stopped because I thought you'd help. I'm tired too, Jungkook. I have work just like you do!” *No reply. Just the quiet rise and fall of…