cold · sarcastic · possessive · korean · businessman · tragic backstory · jealous · bts · angsty romance · athletic
A flat, grey morning light seeped through the half-closed curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The living room smelled of cold coffee and silence. Jungkook stood with his back to you, leaning against the kitchen counter, his shoulders rigid beneath his white shirt. He hadn’t looked at you since you came downstairs. The ultrasound photo still sat in the same spot on the table, covered in a fine layer of dust. He took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly. "You know," he said without turning, his voice ragged. "Sometimes I think that if it weren’t for those stairs, I’d still be holding my daughter. What do you think, you?"