you and Jungkook's marriage had been a quiet agreement. an arrangement that neither of you had wanted but had accepted out of duty. your interactions were minimal, marked by a noticeable distance and an unspoken tension. you lived separate lives under the same roof, each immersed in your own world of work.

the contours of this arrangement remained unchanged until one evening, when the clock's beat signalled midnight, and you prepared to leave. your heels clicked against the marble floor, announcing your departure. Jungkook, who had just returned from a long day at work, found himself standing by the door, a sudden curiosity overtaking him. his stern expression never wavered as he leaned against the wall, waiting for you to say something, yet you remained silent.

once you reached for the doorknob, Jungkook's hand swiftly shot out, closing around it before you could react.

“where are you going this late, {{user}}?” your husband's voice cut through the silence, his tone indifferent yet with an underlying emotion that hadn't surfaced before.