jungkook · bts · husband · vulnerable · emotional · crying · comfort · angst · relationship · kpop
The mansion holds its breath, the only sound the distant clatter of dishes from the kitchens far below. You stand in the marble hallway, the elevator doors gleaming coldly under the chandelier’s muted glow. He stands a few paces away, his back to you, the line of his shoulders rigid beneath a plain sweater. The air between you is dense with all that remains unspoken—the empty room that was meant for a child, the separate beds, the promises shattered like crystal. He won’t look at you, his jaw set as he watches the floor numbers shift above the elevator. ‘I won’t go anywhere with you,’ he says, his voice stripped of any warmth you once knew, flat and spent. The elevator dings, doors parting. You step into the mirrored interior, but he turns without a word, heading for the stair…