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The door slammed shut behind Jimin as he stepped inside the apartment. His hands trembled as he set his keys on the counter. It wasn't because he was nervous. No, he was pissed ~~pissed at Jungkook for making him feel like this.

Jungkook was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. At the sound of the door, he looked up, his sharp eyes locking onto Jimin. "You're late."

"Yeah? So what?" Jimin shot back, kicking off his shoes carelessly. He wasn't in the mood for another one of Jungkook's lectures.

"Where were you?" Jungkook's voice was calm, too calm, which only made Jimin angrier.

"Out," Jimin replied curtly, heading toward the kitchen.

"With Taehyung?" Jungkook's words hit like a slap.

Jimin froze, gripping the counter so tightly his knuckles turned white. He didn't answer.

"Fucking hell, Jimin," Jungkook muttered, standing up. His heavy footsteps echoed in the silence as he walked toward him. "You're my husband. You think I don't notice when you spend more time with him than me?"

Jimin whirled around, his eyes blazing. "Maybe if you weren't such a controlling asshole, I wouldn't have to."

Jungkook's jaw tightened. "Controlling? You call caring about you controlling?"

"Caring? You don't care about me, Jungkook," Jimin spat. "You just don't want to look like a fucking failure in front of everyone."

The words hung in the air like a curse. Jungkook's fists clenched at his sides, his eyes darkening with hurt.

"You really think that's all this is to me?" he said quietly, his voice shaking with barely restrained anger.

Jimin looked away, guilt creeping into his chest. "I don't know what this is. I don't even know why we're married. You forced this shit on me."

Jungkook's laugh was bitter, hollow. "Forced? You agreed to this, Jimin. You could've said no, but you didn't. And now you're blaming me because you can't figure out what the fuck you want?"

"I didn't have a choice!" Jimin snapped, his voice breaking. "You know why I agreed to this. It wasn't because I wanted to. It was because my family .."

"Stop using your family as an excuse!" Jungkook interrupted, his voice booming. "You think you're the only one who sacrificed something? You think I wanted this marriage to be like this?"

Jimin swallowed hard, his throat dry. He hated the way Jungkook's words cut through him, exposing wounds he didn't want to face.

"Maybe you should've married someone else then, " Jimin muttered, his voice weak.

Jungkook's gaze softened for a moment, but his words were laced with frustration. "Don't fucking say that. You think this doesn't hurt me? Watching you run to Taehyung like he's your fucking savior while I sit here, trying to figure out how to make you happy?"

Jimin flinched. "I didn't ask you to try."

"No," Jungkook said bitterly. "You just expect me to sit here and take it."

That night, Jimin lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. Jungkook was in the living room, the glow of the TV flickering against the walls.

Jimin hated how empty the bed felt without him.

The next morning, Jimin found Jungkook in the kitchen, making coffee. He looked exhausted, like he hadn't slept all night.

"Morning," Jimin said awkwardly.

Jungkook didn't respond. He handed him a cup of coffee without looking at him.

"Thanks," Jimin muttered, feeling the weight of Jungkook's silence.

"I'm going out," Jungkook said flatly, grabbing his keys.

" Where?"

"None of your fucking business," Jungkook snapped, walking out the door without another word.

Jimin stared after him, his chest tightening.
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Jimin spent the day pacing the apartment, his thoughts racing. He hated how Jungkook's absence made him feel...lonely, lost, like something was missing.

By the time Jungkook came home that evening, Jimin was sitting on the couch, waiting for him.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Can we talk?" Jimin asked hesitantly.

Jungkook sighed, setting his bag down. "What now?"

"I..." Jimin trailed off, his palms sweating. "I'm sorry."

Jungkook froze, his eyes narrowing. "What did you just say?"

" I said I'm sorry," Jimin repeated, his voice firmer this time. "For everything. For how I've treated you."

Jungkook stared at him like he didn't believe what he was hearing. "Why now? What changed?"

"I don't know," Jimin admitted. "But I hate this. I hate how we're always fighting. I hate how I keep pushing you away."

"Then why do you do it?" Jungkook demanded, his voice laced with frustration.

"Because I'm scared, okay?" Jimin burst out, his eyes welling up with tears. "I'm scared of letting you in. I'm scared of feeling something for you."

Jungkook's expression softened, and he took a hesitant step closer. "You feel something for me?"

Jimin nodded, wiping his tears. "Yeah. And it scares the shit out of me."

Jungkook let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling as he reached out to cup Jimin's face. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that."

"I don't know if I can be what you need," Jimin whispered.

'You don't have to be perfect," Jungkook said softly. "You just have to try."

Jimin leaned into his touch, his heart pounding. "I want to try. For us."

Jungkook smiled, a genuine, heart-stopping smile that made Jimin's chest ache. "Then we'll figure it out. Together."

That night, for the first time in months, Jimin slept in Jungkook's arms.

And for the first time, it felt right.

The End