The apartment was eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of typing echoing from the study.
Taehyung stood in the living room, a plate of carefully prepared food in hand, glancing nervously at the closed door.
Jungkook had been like this for weeks—distant and unapproachable, his once warm presence replaced by an icy facade.
Taking a deep breath Taehyung approached the door
Tae: Jungkook dinner is ready
Jk: I'm busy
Tae: I made your favourite food
Jk: I don't have time
Tae: But
Another silence, longer this time. Finally, Jungkook appeared, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. His expression was unreadable, a mask of detachment that only deepened Taehyung’s sense of isolation.
Jk: I don't have time for this and I have to done my works
Taehyung’s heart ached at the sight of his husband, a shadow of the man he once knew. But deep down, he clung to the hope that somewhere beneath the cold exterior, the real Jungkook was still there, waiting to break free.
Taehyung placed the plate on the coffee table, the aroma of the meal wafting through the air, a stark contrast to the chill in the room
Tae: I know you're busy but I thought we could at least share a moment
Jungkook’s gaze flickered toward the food, but his expression remained impassive.
Jk: we can eat later. I have deadlines tomorrow
Taehyung felt the familiar sting of rejection, but he refused to give up
Tae: Just ten minutes
Jungkook sighed pushing him off from the door frame
Jk: Fine just make it quick
As they sat across from each other, the silence loomed like a heavy fog. Taehyung served the food, watching Jungkook take a few bites without enthusiasm. He wanted to ask about his day, about the moments that had brought them to this point, but every time he opened his mouth, the words felt like they would shatter the fragile peace
Jk: Taehyung
He called out of suddenly
Jk: I don't need your pity meal
Tae: I'm not trying to pity you
Morning 🌄
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft beams across the kitchen as Taehyung busied himself with breakfast.
The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the sizzling sound of eggs on the stove, a small attempt to bring warmth to their home.
He moved with a practiced ease, hoping to create a moment that would break through Jungkook’s frigid demeanor.
Tae:Jungkook, breakfast is ready
Taehyung called, glancing at the clock.
It was already past nine, and he had hoped his husband would join him for a change.
Silence hung in the air, thick and oppressive.
Taehyung sighed, turning back to the stove.
He knew Jungkook had been working late again, but it didn’t stop the ache in his heart.
After a few minutes, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
Jungkook entered the kitchen, his hair tousled and his expression unreadable.
He wore a simple black t-shirt and sweatpants, but even in casual attire, he radiated an air of cold authority.
Jk: I don’t have time for breakfast
Tae: Why this little space between us
She mumbled
he said, moving to grab a coffee mug.
She bites her lips hiding her disappointment and she sighed sadly knowing his cold nature
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Tae's saree.....
And the jasmine flower adorned her hair
She went to open the door and found her husband with tired face
Tae entered into the room and found her husband on the bed with a pout WHATT!!!! A POUT
She rubbed her eyes and she again saw that pout
Tae: Jungkook
Jk: Wifey
Tae eyes widen in shock. She approached him and
Tae: Are you ok
Jk: Wifey Kookoo is tieted (tired)
Tae: Who is Kookoo here
Kookoo laugh while hitting his head
Jk: Aigoo wifey Kookoo ish new
Tae: But you're Jungkook
Jk: Noth Kookoo
Tae: Kookoo?
Tae confusingly search in Google and found it finally
Tae: Is he in little space
She gasped
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