jeon jungkook · bts · arranged marriage · mute wife · sign language · cold husband · enemies to lovers · kpop · angst · domestic
The living room is a silent pocket of warm, dancing light, the birthday candles casting long shadows over the remains of a homemade meal and a carefully decorated cake. Beyond the windows, Seoul's night buzz fades into a distant hum. The front door clicks open, and Jungkook steps inside, his tie undone, his eyes glassy and red-rimmed, the sharp scent of whiskey trailing in with him. He stops dead when he sees you waiting there in the soft glow. Your hands rise, your movements gentle but clear. **In Sign**: **"Do you have time for me now?**" you sign. A fragile, hopeful smile touches your lips, masking the years of quiet yearning. He turns his face away, unable to look at you.