After Iseul hurried out of the room, Jungkook remained sitting at the table, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. He stared at the remaining of their breakfast on the table, his appetite gone but his thoughts swirling with questions and doubts.
With a heavy sigh, Jungkook pushed himself away from the table and began to mechanically clean up the dishes. The clink of plates and silverware filled the silence of the kitchen was the only thing making sounds in their house.
As he washed each dish, Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him. He replayed their argument in his head, searching for clues, for something that would explain why they seemed to be drifting further apart.
The warmth of the water and the rhythmic motions of washing helped to momentarily distract him from his thoughts. But as he placed the last clean dish on the drying rack, the weight of his emotions crashed over him once more.
Jungkook leaned against the kitchen counter, his hands gripping the edge as he fought to hold back tears. His chest felt tight with the overwhelming sense of loneliness and uncertainty.
He loves Iseul deeply, but lately, their relationship had felt strained, fraught with tension and misunderstandings.
Feeling suffocated by the silence of the house, Jungkook wiped his hands on a dish towel and slowly made his way to their bedroom. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of his emotions threatening to crush him.
He stood in the doorway of their bedroom, staring at the space. It felt like a battleground of arguments instead of a safe place.
Unable to hold back any longer, Jungkook sank to the floor, his back against the closed door. Silent tears streamed down his cheeks as he struggled to make sense of everything that had led them to this point.
"I don't understand, Iseul," Jungkook whispered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought we were supposed to be in this together."
The emptiness of the room echoed his words back to him, a painful reminder of how far they had drifted from the happiness they once shared. Jungkook buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with the weight of his sorrow.
In that moment of vulnerability, Jungkook realized just how much he longed for things to be right between them. He wanted to go back to the days when their love felt effortless, when they laughed together without the shadow of doubt looming over them.
But as he sat there, engulfed in the darkness of his despair, Jungkook also knew that fixing their relationship would take more than just his desire to make things right. It would require open communication, understanding, and a willingness to confront their issues head-on.
Silent tears turned into gut-wrenching sobs as he grappled with the frustrations within him. The room echoed with his cries of frustration and anguish, each shout reverberating off the walls.
"Why can't she see my efforts!?" Jungkook's voice cracked with raw emotion, his fists clenched in frustration.
"I've tried everything! I clean, I cook, I listen... I give her everything I have, I fucking changed for her but it's never enough!"
His mind raced with memories of their arguments, each one leaving a deeper scar on his heart. He recalled the times he had sacrificed his own needs to meet hers, the sleepless nights spent trying to mend their fraying bond. Yet, despite his best intentions, their relationship seemed to fall apart before his eyes.
"I thought I was doing the right thing," Jungkook shouted, his voice filled with pain. "I thought I was being a good husband, but maybe I'm just not... Maybe I'm not good enough for her."
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My Sister's Husband | Jikook ✔️
Fanfiction"She noticed me, she cared for me, she made me feel loved when I had nothing," Jungkook said, his voice tinged with a raw vulnerability. "Of course she did," Jimin snapped, unable to mask the bitterness in his tone. "I was there, and unfortunately...
