𝐉𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐟𝐬 || 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤||

𝐍𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐍𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧

Jimin's POV

I watched as Jungkook:s car disappeared around the corner. The moment he was gone, it was like the air turned cold. I didn't even need to look at Mrs. Jeon to know she was pissed. I could feel it.

"Stop standing there like a fucking idiot," she snapped. "There's work to do."

"Yes, ma'am," I muttered, forcing myself to swallow the lump in my throat. Every damn day felt like a fucking struggle. What was once a warm, safe home felt like a prison. The glares, the silent dinners, the nasty shit they'd whisper when they thought I couldn't hear-it was suffocating.

But I didn't tell Jungkook. I couldn't. In my letters, I painted this perfect picture. I made everything sound fine, like I wasn't falling apart inside.

At night, when the house was dead quiet, I'd trace the outline of our wedding photo and whisper, "Jungkook, I miss you so fucking much. Come home soon." Every time, I promised myself I'd hold on. Because loving him? It was worth it. Or at least, I kept telling myself that.

Jungkook's POV

The day I finally got home felt unreal. Two years felt like a fucking lifetime. I was itching to see Jimin, to feel him in my arms. I imagined him running toward me with that stupid grin on his face. But when I walked through the door, something wasn't right.

"Jungkook!" His voice cracked. I turned, and there he was, standing there. His smile was weak. His eyes didn't look like they used to. When he rushed into my arms, I could feel how fucking fragile he was. Like he was scared to let go, scared I'd vanish again.

"I missed you so much," I whispered into his hair, trying to keep myself together. The familiar smell of him, the warmth of his body-it was everything I'd been missing. But then my dad's voice cut through the air, and something in me snapped.

"Everything looks the same around here," my father said, strolling into the hallway like he owned the place. My mother followed behind, looking at us like we were some fucking spectacle.

Jimin pulled away slightly, avoiding my gaze. "It's been fine," he said, but it was so fucking rehearsed. His voice was too calm, too forced.

I frowned, looking between him and my parents. "Jimin," I said, lifting his chin to make him look at me. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," he said too fast, his eyes brimming with tears. The fake smile he put on hurt like hell.

"Jungkook, don't make a fucking scene," my mother said, her voice dismissive. "Jimin's been well taken care of."

"Taken care of?" I repeated, my anger bubbling up. I turned to Jimin. "Tell me the truth. Right now."

The silence dragged on until finally, Jimin looked up at me. His shoulders slumped, and he let out a heavy breath like he'd been holding it for years. "I didn't want to worry you," he whispered. "You had enough on your plate, and I-"

"They mistreated you, didn't they?" I snapped, cutting him off. My eyes shot to my parents. "How the fuck could you?"

My father narrowed his eyes, a muscle in his jaw ticking. "Jungkook, you don't get it. We were doing what we thought was best-"

"Best for who?" I growled, stepping closer to them. My mother flinched, but it didn't matter. Guilt flashed across her face, but then it turned to something else-defiance

Jimin's POV

I watched them, caught in the middle of it all. Seeing Jungkook so fucking pissed made me feel guilty as hell. I spent two years telling myself that I could deal with their shit, that I had to be strong for him. But now, watching him hurt because of me? I wasn't so sure anymore.

"Jungkook," I said, grabbing his arm, trying to calm him down. "Please. It's over. You're here. That's all that matters."

His eyes softened when he looked at me, but the fire in him still burned. "No, Jimin. You shouldn't have had to deal with this shit alone."

I bit my lip, trying to keep it together. "I'm okay. Really."

Jungkook turned to his parents, his voice like steel. "This ends now. Jimin is my fucking husband, and I'm not going to stand by while you two disrespect him. Not anymore."

The silence felt heavy, thick, like we were all just waiting for something to snap. I felt Jungkook's arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.

He whispered in my ear, just loud enough for me to hear, "I'm sorry I wasn't here. But I'm fucking here now, and I'll make it right."

Tears filled my eyes, but this time they were different. Lighter. For the first time in forever, I felt safe.

"No distance, no pain, no bullshit can ever erase the bond we share. Love always fucking finds its way back."

END