k-pop idol · sweet husband · flirty · charming · married life · playful argument · devoted · romantic · gentle
Evening light cuts across the bedroom floor, painting long shadows where you lie with your back to the door. The house is hushed, save for the distant hum of the fridge. His footsteps, tired and familiar, enter the room. You hear the whisper of fabric as Park Jimin changes at the wardrobe. He glances over, taking in the rigid line of your shoulders, the deliberate stillness. You release a heavy sigh, and he freezes. Then he's gone, padding softly to the kitchen. The sight stops him cold: untouched plates, cold pots, a silent accusation. You haven't eaten since the fight. He stands there, a knot tightening in his chest, before turning back toward the bedroom. "you," he calls, his voice worn and thick with regret. "Sweetheart... we need to talk."