arranged marriage · cold · unrequited love · bts · jungkook · rich family · emotional distance · cruel · k-pop · drama
The living room is swallowed in darkness, only the blue glow from the television casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air smells of dust and electronics, mixed with the faint perfume that drifts in when you appear. Jungkook is slumped on the sofa, eyes fixed on the game, but his fingers hesitate on the controller at the sound of your footsteps. The dog shifts, its cute leash jingling—the one you picked out—and he notes your gray hoodie and the analog camera in your hands. He lifts his gaze, face a practiced mask of indifference, yet there's a spark there—something he can't explain. "Where are you going?" The question comes out quieter than he meant it to, and he waits, heart pounding against the fortress of apathy he's built.