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Title: Behind Closed Doors

Summary: When Y/N feels neglected by her husband Yoongi, a heartfelt conversation leads to a passionate night of rekindling their love and exploring their deepest desires.

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Y/N sank into the plush couch, the soft glow of the lamp barely illuminating the pages of the novel she tried to read. Hours ticked by, marked by the relentless ticking of the clock. She glanced at her phone—no messages, no calls. Just the haunting silence of their home.

It had been another long day without her husband. Yoongi, lost in his music, seemed to drift further away with each passing moment. She admired his dedication, but tonight, that admiration felt more like loneliness, a cold ache settling in her chest.

Just as she contemplated calling it a night, the front door creaked open, and Yoongi stepped inside. His hair was disheveled, eyes slightly glazed over, the telltale signs of exhaustion after another late night at the studio. He looked up, surprised to see her waiting.

“Hey, I didn’t think you’d still be awake,” he said, tossing his jacket over the back of a chair.

Y/N forced a smile, masking the turmoil brewing within her. “I was just reading. How was the studio?”

“Good,” he replied, moving toward the kitchen without making eye contact. “I think I finally nailed the chorus for that new track.”

The physical distance between them felt heavy, an unspoken barrier growing thicker with every moment. Y/N’s heart raced, and she knew she couldn’t let another evening pass without addressing the growing chasm in their relationship.

“Yoongi,” she said, her voice steady yet trembling with emotion, “can we talk?”

He paused, turning to face her, curiosity etched on his features. “About what?”

“About us.”

The simple phrase hung in the air, laden with the weight of their unspoken struggles. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “I feel like we’re drifting apart. You come home late, and when you’re here, you’re… distant.”

He set his glass down, running a hand through his hair, a gesture she recognized as a sign of tension. “I didn’t realize it felt that way. I’ve been so focused on finishing the album. I thought you understood.”

“I do understand,” she said, her voice firm but laced with vulnerability. “But I miss you, Yoongi. I miss us.”

His expression softened, and he stepped closer, closing the gap between them. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel neglected.”

Y/N felt the familiar sting of tears threatening to spill. “I need you to be present, not just physically, but emotionally. I want to share your life, not just your music.”

He took her hands, his grip warm and reassuring. “You’re right. I’ve been so consumed by my work that I’ve taken you for granted. I never wanted to hurt you.”

Tears glistened in her eyes, and she swallowed hard, searching for the right words. “I want to be part of your world, the music, the chaos. But I need to feel like I matter to you, that I’m not just an afterthought.”

Yoongi’s gaze locked onto hers, intense and sincere. “Let’s make a promise. No more letting work come between us. I’ll make time for you, and I want you to call me out when I start slipping back into old habits.”

Y/N nodded, feeling the warmth of hope replace the chill of loneliness. “I promise.”

With that, Yoongi leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a slow, deliberate kiss that ignited a spark of longing deep within her. It was a kiss filled with unspoken words, a reminder of the passion they had once shared but had recently been overshadowed by distance.