Jeon Jungkook | Husband

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ᰔ It was a cold Saturday night, and the darkness seemed to weigh more heavily than usual. The icy breeze came through the cracks in the half-open office window, carrying with it the distant sound of rustling leaves being carried away by the wind. The only light in the place came from the lamp on the desk, casting long shadows on the walls and making the room even more lonely.

Jungkook sat in his leather chair, shoulders tense, fingers twirling a pen among the papers spread out before him. Some were about his work; others, pending documents to analyze. But what caught the most attention was the yellow folder on the corner of the table, containing the divorce documents. He stared at the paper for a long time, his jaw clenched and his heart heavy. Every word in that document felt like a blade cutting through his memories. There was no other choice – he was determined to move on, no matter how painful it was.

The silence of the office was suddenly interrupted by a sweet but unexpected voice that echoed through the corridor outside like soft thunder. He was there. His presence, lately, was like an uncomfortable draft, a constant reminder of what they had lost. The breeze that came through the window seemed to gain more intensity, sending goose bumps across Jungkook's skin, but he remained still, as if trying to ignore it could make that interaction less real.

"What do you want?" The question left his lips with a biting coldness. His voice, so distant and calculated, contrasted with the whirlwind of emotions he fought to keep under control, but never looking away from the papers to the door that was still closed.