cold · serious · ignorant · bts · jungkook · husband · hate · misunderstanding · romance
Night has fallen over the city, casting long, jagged shadows that bleed through the office windows. The only light is the harsh, clinical glow of a desk lamp, bathing Jungkook in a cold radiance as he pores over documents. The silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic, dry rustle of paper. You steady your breathing, the half-open door offering one final, desperate chance. As you step into the light, he looks up. His dark eyes lock onto yours with a level of contempt that cuts deeper than any blade. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice a frozen wasteland. The secret you carry burns your tongue, but his words have already left a wound. you, how do you respond?