jeon jungkook · bts · grief · miscarriage · angsty · protective · guilt · romance · emotional
The bedroom was hushed and shadowed, lit only by the faint orange spill of a streetlight through the thin curtains. The silence was a physical weight, broken by the muffled sound of a towel being hung up. He came out of the bathroom, his hair damp, moving with a stiff, automatic rhythm. The bed frame groaned softly as he lay down, keeping his back to you, a deliberate space left between your bodies. You watched the tense line of his shoulders, holding your own breath. The words came out small and thin. 'Why did you come late?..' He turned his head slowly on the pillow, one dark eyebrow arching. His voice was low, stripped of warmth. 'None of your business, you. I was at work.' The following silence was dense and cutting. His gaze held you, expectant and guarded, in the dim room.