Unfaithful

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Y/N slowly stirred awake, the soft warmth of the bed unfamiliar and confusing. She blinked against the sunlight filtering through the curtains, the smell of something delicious wafting through the room. Her mind felt foggy as she tried to remember how she had gotten there. She had fallen asleep on the couch last night-hadn't she?

Her fingers brushed against the smooth sheets. This was definitely their bed. Jungkook must have carried me upstairs, she realized, a mix of surprise and unease bubbling up inside her. He hadn't done something like that in a long time. The tension between them had kept him distant, indifferent, as if he didn't care anymore. But now, the simple act of him carrying her to bed felt out of place, like it didn't belong in the version of him she had come to know lately.

Yawning softly, Y/N sat up, her muscles stiff from the restless sleep on the couch. The enticing smell of food cooking drifted through the house again, drawing her out of her thoughts. He's cooking?

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, letting her bare feet touch the cool floor. The events of last night came flooding back, the lipstick stain on his coat, his lame excuses, and the bitter distance that had settled between them. Part of her didn't want to go downstairs, didn't want to face him, not after the emotional roller coaster she had been on. But the smell of breakfast coaxed her, and a part of her was curious to see what this sudden shift in his behavior was all about.

With a sigh, Y/N pushed herself off the bed and made her way down the hall. As she reached the kitchen, her breath caught slightly at the sight in front of her.

There, standing at the stove, shirtless, was Jungkook. His broad, toned back was to her, the muscles in his arms flexing as he stirred something in the pan that sizzled enticingly. The scene felt domestic, intimate, almost like how things used to be. For a brief second, it made her heart ache with nostalgia, but the bitter taste of their recent struggles quickly returned.

As if sensing her presence, Jungkook glanced over his shoulder and flashed her a soft smile. "Good morning, baby," he said, his voice deep and smooth, like it hadn't been laced with sharp edges just the night before.

Y/N stood frozen in the doorway for a moment, her gaze flickering between him and the food cooking on the stove. Pancakes, eggs, bacon. It looked like he had gone all out, as though he was trying to recreate the mornings they used to share before everything had changed. Before the lipstick, the late nights, and the lies.

"Morning," she replied quietly, unsure of what to make of this. The sight of him shirtless, cooking in the kitchen like everything was fine, sent a strange mix of emotions through her. She felt the familiar pull toward him, the same attraction that had once made her fall so deeply in love with him. But there was also the hurt, the betrayal that still lingered, making it hard for her to forget.

Jungkook turned back to the stove, stirring the eggs with a relaxed, almost carefree air. "I thought I'd surprise you with breakfast," he said, as if the night before hadn't happened. As if she hadn't fallen asleep downstairs to avoid him.

Y/N leaned against the counter, watching him carefully. She wasn't sure what to make of his sudden change in attitude. Was he trying to make up for what happened? Was this his way of brushing everything under the rug, pretending that the lipstick incident didn't matter, that her suspicions didn't matter?

"Since when did you start cooking breakfast?" she asked, her tone a little sharper than she intended. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the effort, but the sudden shift in his behavior felt forced, like he was trying to make her forget all the cracks that had formed between them.

Jungkook chuckled softly, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "I used to do it all the time, remember? I figured it'd be nice for a change."

Y/N crossed her arms, her gaze narrowing slightly. He used to. That was the key phrase. He used to do a lot of things-things that made her feel loved, appreciated. But those days seemed so far away now.