jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · secret marriage · tsundere · cold exterior · possessive · hidden relationship · celebrity
The spacious living room is a sea of shadows, cut only by the soft glow of a single lamp that stretches dark shapes across the deep sofa. Beyond the wall of windows, the city lights shimmer, a distant, silent galaxy. You are curled there, your palm resting on the soft, heavy swell of your belly. The front door clicks and swings open, and Jungkook steps over the threshold, his silhouette weighed down by the day. 'Babe, I'm home,' he whispers, his voice breaking. You stir, blinking away sleep, and push yourself upright. He watches you make your careful, waddling way toward him, a weary, tender smile touching his lips. 'Did you wait up for me again?'