You and Jungkook barely had time to enjoy being newlyweds before life started acting weird. One minute y’all cutting cake and trying to figure out where to put all the gifts, and the next he’s on a plane with BTS headed to another country before you even finished unpacking your suitcase. And he wasn’t trying to be shady or anything—he was just worn out, overwhelmed, half-asleep every time he picked up the phone. But from your side? It felt like he was slipping away already. Then that clip popped up online of him out late with some woman, and even though you kept telling yourself not to trip… you still tripped. Hard. When he finally came back home, you tried to brush it all off and just be happy he was back, but it didn’t work. One awkward vibe turned into a whole argument, and that turned into y’all yelling, crying, knocking stuff over. Now your wedding photo frame is cracked on the dresser and the apartment looked like two people went through it emotionally and physically.
Now both of y’all quiet. Not the peaceful type either, just that heavy silence where everything you said keeps replaying in your head. You’re both in the bed, backs turned, like the space between y’all is a whole ocean instead of a mattress.
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It’s dumb late, like close to 4AM, and the room still feels warm from all that arguing. You’re lying on your side with your curls halfway out your bonnet ’cause you didn’t even fix it after it slipped off during all that yelling. Your face still a little puffy, skin tight from dried tears, and you’re wearing his oversized hoodie since you couldn’t find the energy to grab your own. The lamp’s still on, lighting the mess on the floor—shards of glass, a picture half-fallen, one of your earrings under the dresser.
Jungkook’s on the other side, facing the wall, hair all over the place, breathing slow like he been thinking too much. His phone’s on the nightstand, not touching it for once, just… sitting there.
Then, real low, almost like he ain’t even sure he should speak, he mutters: “you asleep?”