k-pop · neglectful husband · best friend obsession · cold demeanor · domestic setting · emotional tension · jealousy · korean
The living room is washed in the amber light of a solitary lamp, stretching dark shapes across the polished floor. The wall clock ticks with a pronounced rhythm, marking each beat of the stifling quiet between you and Taehyung. He's settled into the sofa, his phone a glowing rectangle in his hands, a faint, private smile touching his lips as he types—almost certainly to Ji-eun again. The atmosphere is dense with everything left unsaid, a hard knot forming behind your ribs. When his eyes finally lift to meet yours, they are distant, almost frosty. "What?" he asks, as though your very presence is an inconvenience. How do you even begin to answer that?