𝐌𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 ✔

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After 2 days, when Jungkook returned from work, a heavy cloud seemed to hang over him. His gaze, usually warm and comforting, now bore into me with a steely intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't shake off the feeling of being scrutinized, judged, though I couldn't fathom what I had done to deserve his wrath.

I busied myself in the kitchen, chopping vegetables with more force than necessary, trying to bury the unease that twisted my stomach into knots. Jungkook sat at the dining table, his usual smile replaced by a furrowed brow, lost in thoughts that seemed miles away from our shared reality.

The silence between us was stifling, broken only by the sound of utensils on the cutting board and my occasional sighs. I glanced at Jungkook, hoping for a hint about his sudden coldness, but his face stayed unreadable and distant.

As night fell, casting long shadows in our apartment, I went to our bedroom to escape the tension. I changed into my nightclothes without thinking, my mind full of questions and doubts. Did I say something wrong? Did I hurt him without knowing? Or was this about something else entirely? something I didn't understand?

Lying in bed, I listened to the faint sounds of Jungkook moving around in the living room. Each creak of the floorboards mirrored the chaos in my mind. I wished he would talk, to break the heavy silence with something that would calm my worries. But the minutes felt endless, and no answers came.

After some minutes, Jungkook finally entered our room, still his face was full of the same gloomyness, and some kind of rage? I was so nervous that I lacked the audacity to talk to me, let alone engage in conversation. He laid on the bed, next to me, his back was facing to me. I wonder, what did I possibly have done? I was terrified, thinking he might have found out about what happened at the nightclub. Trying to push that thought away, I decided to take a cold shower to calm down.

After some moments, I got out of the bathroom, feeling calm as I expected. But I felt a force on my wrist and fell on the bed. Apparently, Jungkook had pulled my wrist harshly and threw me on the bed. He hovered above me, even I tried to kick my legs. He was indeed strong. He kissed me full of force, making me terrified since we hadn't kissed in the several months of our marriage. His hands wondered around my body, his lips shifting to my neck to give me hickeys by sucking my neck place to place and his hand starting to unbutton my shirt. I couldn't even move, my both wrists were grabbed by his other hand behind my back. I was suffocated for the whole night. Before I lost consciousness, I heard him uttering,

"I gave you everything of me, but I still got betrayed."

The next morning, I awakened with a headache and a dull ache in my lower abdomen. I moved my legs a little, hurting a lot, I realized that I was naked under the blanket. Glancing over, I saw Jungkook, shirtless, sitting on a chair, staring into the void, the same hurt lingering in his eyes as before. I carefully wrap the blanket around me and sat up,I was about to rise when a deep voice called out, "Jisoo."

I met his gaze as he looked at me. After a few moments, he spoke, "Why did you do that?"

I instantly knew what he had meant. "Umm..."

He stood up and came towards me, I was about to step back but he quickly squeezed my both shoulders and said, "Why? You told me you were not ready for intimacy yet you slept with a man in that party?"

Tears welled up in my eyes. "Jungkook, it's not what you think," I stammered. "I was drunk, and I didn't mean for any of it to happen."

His grip on my bare shoulders tightened for a moment before he let go, taking a step back. "Not what I think?" he repeated, his voice laced with bitterness. "I trusted you, Jisoo. I've been patient, I've respected your boundaries, and this is how you repay me?"

I felt a wave of guilt wash over me, mingled with a sense of injustice. "You don't understand," I pleaded. I clutched the blanket around me, "I never wanted to hurt you. I don't even remember most of that night."

He turned away, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "It doesn't matter, Jisoo. The fact is, it happened. And now... I don't know what to think."

I reached out tentatively, my hand trembling. "Jungkook, please..."

He turned back to me, pain evident in his eyes. "You need to explain everything to me, Jisoo. Every detail."

Taking a deep breath, I recounted the events of that night as best as I could remember. The loud music, the overwhelming crowd, the drinks that kept coming. I told him about Eunwoo's invitation and how things had spiraled out of control. I explained how I woke up to the horrifying realization of what had happened.

When I finished, Jungkook's expression softened slightly, but the hurt was still there. "I want to believe you, Jisoo," he said quietly. "But trust is a fragile thing, and right now, mine is shattered."

"I understand," I whispered. "I don't expect you to forgive me immediately. But please, know that I'm truly sorry."

He sighed deeply, looking weary. "This isn't something that will be fixed overnight. We need to take some time to figure things out. For now, let's just... try to get through the day."

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and lingering dread. The next few days were going to be difficult, but I was determined to make amends and rebuild the trust I had so carelessly broken.

The atmosphere in our apartment was tense. Jungkook was distant, his usual warmth replaced by a cold detachment. Every time our eyes met, I saw the hurt in them, a constant reminder of my mistake. It was a stark contrast to the progress we had been making before that night.

We went about our routines in a strained silence. I cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner, trying to keep myself busy and give him space. Jungkook, on the other hand, immersed himself in work, spending long hours at his desk or on calls. The gap between us seemed to widen with each passing day.

One evening, as we sat down for dinner, Jungkook finally broke the silence. "I've been thinking," he said, his voice measured. "About us, about everything."

I looked up from my plate, my heart pounding. "And?"

He sighed, setting his fork down. "I don't want to give up on us, Jisoo. Despite everything, I still believe there's a chance we can make this work. But it's going to take time and effort from both of us."

Tears filled my eyes once more. "I want to make it work too, Jungkook. I'll do whatever it takes to regain your trust."

He reached across the table, taking my hand in his. "We'll start small. Communication, honesty, and patience. We need to rebuild our foundation, brick by brick."

I squeezed his hand, a glimmer of hope sparking within me. "Thank you for giving us a chance."

The days that followed were challenging, but we took small steps towards healing. We talked more openly, sharing our thoughts and feelings without judgment. Jungkook gradually began to lower his guard, allowing moments of genuine connection to seep through the cracks of his hurt.

One afternoon, as we sat on the balcony, enjoying a rare moment of peace, Jungkook turned to me. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

I smiled, the memory coming back to me. "Yes, at that family gathering. You were so shy, hiding behind your mother's leg."

He chuckled softly. "And you were the fearless one, dragging me out to play with the other kids."

"Who would have thought we'd end up here?" I mused.

"Life has a funny way of bringing people together," he replied, his gaze turning serious. "I want us to find our way back to each other, Jisoo. To build something real and lasting."

"I want that too," I whispered, leaning into his embrace. "I truly do."

As the sun set, casting a warm glow over the horizon, I felt a renewed sense of determination. Our journey was far from over, but for the first time in a long while, I felt a glimmer of hope for the future.