The sun streams through the heavy curtains, spilling light across the room as you slowly awaken, the events of the previous day flooding back into your mind. You lie in bed, the crisp sheets twisted around your legs, feeling the weight of the wedding day still lingering in the air. Next to you, Jungkook is already up, standing by the window with his back to you. His posture is rigid, and his presence feels heavy, as if the very air around him is charged with tension.
You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for another day in this uncertain life. Last night had been a whirlwind of emotions—joy, hope, and disappointment all tangled together. You had hoped that waking up as his wife would bring a shift in his demeanor, a glimpse of warmth, but instead, he remains as cold and distant as ever.
"Good morning," you say softly, trying to inject some light into the silence that envelops you both.
He glances back at you, his expression neutral, devoid of any warmth. "Morning," he replies, his tone flat. He turns back to the window, seemingly uninterested in the day ahead or the woman beside him.
You sit up, pushing back the covers, and watch him for a moment. "Are you going to stay like this all day?" you ask, a hint of frustration creeping into your voice. "It's our first day as a married couple, Jungkook. Can't you at least try to be... happy?"
He doesn't respond, his focus fixed outside as if the world beyond the glass holds more intrigue than the woman in his own bedroom. You can feel the tension rising, a familiar knot tightening in your stomach.
"Please, Jungkook," you plead, desperation creeping into your voice. "I don't want to spend today in silence. Can we talk? Can we try to figure this out?"
He turns slightly, eyes narrowing as he regards you with a mixture of annoyance and indifference. "What is there to figure out? We're married now. That's all that matters."
Your heart sinks at his words. "That's not true! Marriage is about more than just a contract. It's about love, support... being there for each other."
He scoffs, turning away again. "Love is a luxury I can't afford. I have responsibilities, obligations. This isn't a game, and I'm not here to play pretend."
His words sting, cutting deep into the fragile hope you've been clinging to since yesterday. "You think I want to pretend?" you ask, voice trembling. "I want to be with you, to understand you. But you keep shutting me out!"
He finally turns to face you, his eyes cold and hard. "Shutting you out is the only way I can keep you safe. You don't understand the dangers of my life, and I won't let you get hurt because of me."
"Then let me in," you urge, standing up and taking a step closer. "If you want to keep me safe, let me help you. You can't keep me at arm's length forever!"
He runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his posture. "You think it's that simple? You think just because we're married, everything will magically change? I'm still the same man, burdened with the same problems. I can't let you be part of that."
"Burdened? Jungkook, I want to be your partner, not a burden," you say, your voice softening. "But I can't do that if you won't even talk to me."
His expression falters for a brief moment, and you see a flicker of something—confusion, perhaps, or regret. But it vanishes just as quickly as it appeared, replaced by that familiar mask of coldness.
"Look, I have things to take care of today," he says dismissively. "You should just relax and enjoy your new life."
Your heart aches at his words. "I don't want to relax while you're out there, dealing with whatever danger lurks around us! What if something happens to you?"
