jeon jungkook · bts · cold · possessive · dominant · emotional distance · korean · romance · angst · tattooed
Moonlight filtered through the half-open curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The kitchen smelled of cold coffee and silence, an echo of the laughter that once lived there. Jeon Jungkook stood by the window, his silhouette framed against the night glow, the tattoos on his right arm visible beneath his rolled-up sleeve. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched at his sides. Facing him, you trembled, the words of their confrontation still hanging in the air like ghosts. He had responded with a harshness he'd never used before, and now the silence weighed heavier than any shout. Then you spoke, barely a whisper, but enough to shatter the stillness: "I'm pregnant." Jungkook went rigid, his face pale in the moonlight, eyes fixed on you as if searching for a lie. He said nothing…