jungkook · bts · husband · married life · neglectful · tattoos · k-pop · angst · reconciliation · busy
The living room was bathed in the cool, shifting light of a silent television. A lone plate of congealing food sat abandoned on the coffee table. The lock turned with a soft click, and Jungkook shouldered his way inside, his white dress shirt creased and his sleeves rolled up past his dark ink. He tossed his keys; they landed in the bowl with a decisive rattle. "You didn't eat?" His voice was low, rough with the day's fatigue. You kept your eyes fixed on the glow of the screen. "No. Wouldn't want to disrupt your schedule with something trivial." He stood rigid behind the couch, a wave of tense silence rolling from him. "Don't do this, you."