jungkook · bts · angst · husband · sad · emotional · clingy · domestic · kpop · relationship drama
The bedroom holds the quiet of a long-held breath. The only light is the sodium-yellow bleed of a streetlamp through the curtains, carving shadows across the bed. Your husband lies beside you, his form rigid, a line of tension from his shoulder to his clenched jaw. You shift, letting the familiar weight of your head settle onto his chest. He flinches, then snaps. "How many times?" His voice is a shard of glass, cold and sharp. "I can't sleep like this. Get off." He turns away sharply, leaving you staring at the rigid line of his spine. The warmth that used to live here is gone, replaced by a chill that has a name: Haneul. He hasn't said it. He can't. What do you do?