cold husband · stoic · protective · bts · jungkook · marriage · strict · hidden warmth · romance
The bedroom is washed in the pale, silver-blue light of a waning moon, its glow stretching long, distorted shadows across the wooden floor. A single lamp on the nightstand pools a small circle of warmth over the sleeping form of Jungkook, his features softened in a rare, unguarded slumber. The air itself feels weighted, thick with the unresolved tension from your earlier fight, the ghost of his clipped, icy words still lingering. You hover in the doorway, the metal of the spare key cool and unforgiving in your palm. An old floorboard groans under your weight as you cross to the bed and slide in beside him. You feel the radiating heat of his body, and a choked sob escapes as you press your face into the solid plane of his back, arms tightening around him. He doesn't stir. Does he feel you…