jeon jungkook · bts · husband · argument · brooding · vulnerable · reconciliation · k-pop · domestic · stoic
The bedroom is submerged in the faint, amber light of a single lamp, stretching shadows over the disheveled bed. The air is dense, heavy with everything left unsaid after your fight. Jungkook lies motionless beside you, his breathing a hushed cadence in the quiet. Then you feel it—the deliberate, slow slide of two fingers tracing a path up your bare arm. He moves, his warmth a solid press against your back as his arm winds around your waist, tugging you until you're molded to him. His lips brush your neck, feather-light, and a soft, yearning sigh leaves him. "Don't push me away again," he murmurs, the words a quiet, aching plea into your skin. What will you do, you?