𝐌𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 ✔

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The next morning, I woke up to find Jungkook staring at me. His eyes were soft and thoughtful, and for a moment, I felt exposed and vulnerable. Why was he looking at me like that? I quickly turned away, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. As I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I couldn't shake the feeling of Jungkook's eyes on me. It was as if he was trying to understand something, to read my thoughts. I avoided looking at him when I came back out, but I could still feel his gaze following me.

The day started like any other, with a tense silence hanging between us. Jungkook went out to the balcony, talking on the phone. His voice was low, but I could hear bits of his conversation through the open door.

"I'm tired," he said to the person on the other end. "I want to be close to her, but she doesn't love me. It's hard to keep going like this."

My heart sank as I listened. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but his words struck me deeply. Jungkook wanted intimacy, wanted something more from our marriage, but he knew I didn't feel the same way. It pained me to hear his frustration, but I didn't know how to respond. Even after hearing his heartfelt words, I couldn't bring myself to change my behavior. I continued to ignore him, keeping my distance throughout the day.

We had breakfast together in silence. Jungkook tried to make small talk, but my responses were short and indifferent. I could see the hurt in his eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to open up to him. The walls I had built around my heart were too strong, too tall to break down so easily.

After breakfast, we decided to explore more of the resort. It was a beautiful place, with lush gardens and serene pools. We walked around, barely speaking, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Jungkook kept looking at me, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and sadness. I felt guilty for making him feel this way, but I didn't know how to change.

We spent the afternoon by the pool. Jungkook swam a few laps while I lounged on a chair, pretending to read a book. In reality, I couldn't focus on the words. My mind kept replaying his conversation from the balcony. I knew he was trying to make things work, trying to connect with me, but I was too scared to let him in.

Later, we had lunch at a small café near the beach. The food was delicious, but I could hardly taste it. Jungkook tried to engage me in conversation, talking about the places we could visit and the things we could do together. I nodded and smiled, but my responses were mechanical, lacking any real emotion.

As the day wore on, I felt a growing sense of unease. I didn't want to hurt Jungkook, but I also didn't know how to bridge the gap between us. He deserved someone who could love him fully, someone who could give him the intimacy and connection he craved. But that person wasn't me, at least not yet.

In the evening, we took a walk along the beach. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the water. It was a beautiful sight, but I couldn't fully appreciate it. My mind was too preoccupied with the tension between us. Jungkook walked beside me, his hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed on the horizon. I wondered what he was thinking, what he wanted to say but couldn't.

We returned to our room in silence. Jungkook went to take a shower, and I sat on the bed, feeling a mix of guilt and frustration. I knew I was pushing him away, but I couldn't help it. The fear of getting hurt, of opening up only to be disappointed, was too strong.

When Jungkook came out of the bathroom, he sat next to me on the bed. He didn't say anything, just looked at me with those same eyes, filled with unspoken words. I turned away, unable to meet his gaze. The silence between us was deafening, each of us trapped in our own thoughts and feelings.

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't sleep. Jungkook's words from the balcony kept replaying in my mind. I knew he was trying, knew he wanted more from our relationship. But I didn't know if I could give it to him. The fear of opening up, of letting myself be vulnerable, was too overwhelming.

Jungkook lay beside me, his breathing steady and calm. I turned to look at him, wondering if he was asleep. His face was peaceful, free of the worry and tension that plagued our waking hours. I wished I could feel the same peace, the same calm. But my mind was a whirlwind of doubts and fears.

As I stared at the ceiling, I realized that something had to change. We couldn't go on like this, trapped in a cycle of silence and misunderstanding. But I didn't know how to break free, how to find a way to connect with Jungkook. The path ahead was unclear, filled with uncertainties.