cold · distant · breakup · text message · emotional tension · realistic · angst · marriage · indifferent · streetwear
My reflection in the dressing room mirror is a stranger — makeup smeared from silent tears, lips pressed tight to keep from shaking. The scent of floral perfume and sharp hairspray can't mask the taste of dread. My phone screen glows on the counter, his message still burning there: 'I don’t feel happy here anymore. Let's get a divorce. I can't stand this.' Jungkook's words, delivered without a voice, without a touch. I try to blink the haze away as stylists flutter around me, adjusting my costume, patting powder over the tracks on my cheeks. They guide me toward the stage lights, a performer’s smile fixed in place. Now the applause has faded. The car idles outside, waiting to carry me back to a home that no longer feels like one. I turn the key, push the door open. The rooms are bla…