It's been three days and Jungkook hasn't slept yet. He can't. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees your face twisted by incommensurable pain. The bags under his eyes are almost as dark as his irises. He keeps telling himself that it was the right thing to do but he misses you like crazy.
He takes a sip on his fourth or fifth cup of coffee — he didn't count. The waitress of the coffee shop steps closer once again to ask if he wants anything to eat but Jungkook declines. The poor girl gives up on her flirting. Jungkook doesn't even notice that she is attracted by him — to be true, he never notices other women than you — and he doesn't understand why the waitress would try to flirt with him when he looks like a mess. He hasn't washed his messy hair, he hasn't shaved and the hood of his black oversized hoodie covers pretty much all of his face.
When his phone finally rings, he picks up immediately.
"Hello?"
"Okay, I've got some infos" The operator speaks up "It looks like the agency has contacted a man named Kim Seokjin. Do you know him?"
Jungkook's blood seems to freeze in his veins. He almost jumps on his feet and runs to his car. He doesn't really understand what's going on but if the woman on the phone speaks the truth, then you're in danger. He can't believe that he left you to protect you but put you in a greater danger instead. He has never driven this fast before but he doesn't give a shit about the ticket. The pace of his heartbeats is insane and all he has in his mind is you.
Your bed looks like an ocean of tissues. You have spent the last three days crying and crying and crying. Honestly, you don't know how you still have some water left in your body. Your bed is too big and too cold without Jungkook but you couldn't leave it because it still smells like him. You miss him so much that you could die. You've tried to repeat the last scene over and over again but you still don't understand how you could have switched from such an intimate moment with your husband to the worst breakup in history in two minutes.
Jungkook loves you, you know it. You don't understand why he would leave you. Did you do something wrong? You shouldn't have questioned him about his job or whatever. You should have kept your mouth shut. And you shouldn't have looked for those stupid assurance documents in the first place. You're so broken that you had almost called them to withdraw your contract.
However, today, you have decided that something would change. You would wake up, shower, put some clothes on and act like nothing happened. You have to least pretend because you only have denial left to keep breathing.
You're in your kitchen — has it ever been so huge? —, cooking some random recipe. You picked the most time consuming one in the cooking book not to think about anything and you have to say that it is working pretty well. Until someone knocks on your door. You swipe your dirty hands on your apron before taking it off and open the door. As an automatism, you draw a welcoming smile on your face for your neighbor.
"Hi, Seokjin! How can I help you?"
"I wanted to talk about the fence. You know, it's getting out of control and my wife can't stop talking about how your hedge is stepping on our garden" Your neighbor explains, visibly embarrassed
"I'm sorry but you should discuss that with Jungkook, I don't know anything about that"
"Oh, is he here?"
You wince at the pain in your chest but it's now time to put out your best acting skills. A little lie for your neighbor can't hurt, especially if you don't want to be completely humiliated in your neighborhood.
"No, he is on a work trip, I'm sorry" You lie "But, please, come in. I've made some fresh blueberries cupcakes. I'll give you some for Aecha"
You step aside to welcome Seokjin in your home with your pretty smile.
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The Place Before the Darkness.JJK [m]
Fanfictionhusband!Jungkook x female reader / Genre: angst; fluff; smut; attempt of a thriller Synopsis: It was love at first sight with your husband but when you find a secret phone in Jungkook's office, everything shatters as you suspect him to have an affai...