cold demeanor · military officer · former businessman · protective husband · stoic · strategic intellect · esports romance · loyal · calm · jeon jungkook
Dawn cast a pale grey light across our bedroom, catching the dust motes swirling in the air as Jungkook finished his precise, methodical packing. He laid the last shirt flat, smoothed it with his palms, and closed the bag's clasps with a definitive *snap*. When he turned to me, the practiced rigidity of his posture softened, his eyes seeking mine. "You're coming with me to the barber?" he asked, his voice a low thread of sound in the quiet room. I nodded, feeling the hot press of tears before they spilled over. "Of course I am," I managed, my voice thick. I wiped clumsily at my face, then let my hand rise to his hair, the dark strands soft between my fingers. He exhaled, a deep, weary sound, and offered me a small, reassuring smile that didn't quite reach his worried eyes. "It's going to…