The house was painfully quiet again. Without Soobin’s calm chatter, Rosé’s songs, or Lisa’s teasing laughter, the silence pressed in around me. I sat at the long dining table, staring at the soup in front of me, my spoon barely moving.
Across from me, Jungkook ate in his usual composed silence, every movement controlled, precise. He didn’t look at me, but I felt his presence so strongly it made my chest tight.
“You’re not eating.” His deep voice suddenly cut through the air, making me jump.
I glanced up. His eyes were on me now—dark, sharp, unyielding.
“I… I’m not that hungry,” I admitted, dropping my gaze back to the soup.
For a moment, nothing. Then, his chair scraped against the floor as he stood, walked around the table, and stopped beside me. My heart hammered when he pulled the bowl closer to himself, tasted it, and frowned.
“It’s cold,” he muttered, and before I could react, he was already in the kitchen reheating it.
I sat frozen, fingers gripping the edge of the table. Jungkook—my distant, cold husband—was doing something as domestic as fixing my food. It didn’t make sense. It didn’t feel like him.
When he returned, he set the bowl down in front of me. This time, instead of going back to his seat, he remained standing, his gaze burning into me.
“Eat.” His tone wasn’t a request. It was a command. Low. Firm. Possessive.
I looked up at him, startled. “Jungkook, I said I’m not—”
“Eat,” he repeated, leaning down just slightly, his hand pressing against the table near mine. His voice dropped even lower, enough to make my breath catch. “I don’t like repeating myself.”
My throat went dry. The intensity in his eyes left no room for argument, so I picked up the spoon with trembling fingers and took a small bite.
Only then did he sit down beside me instead of across. My pulse raced at his sudden closeness—the way his arm brushed mine when he moved, the way his presence consumed the space around me.
“You should take care of yourself better,” he said quietly, watching me eat. “I don’t want my wife collapsing in front of me.”
My wife.
The words echoed in my mind, and for a moment, it felt less like a reminder and more like a claim.
When I dared to look up, his eyes were still fixed on me. Dark. Intense. Almost… dangerous.
And yet, deep down, I didn’t want to look away.
Something had changed tonight. The cold silence between us was gone—replaced by something hotter, heavier, far harder to control.
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| only mine | jk ff
Fanfiction"I never wanted this marriage. Neither did he. But now that I'm his... he says he owns me." Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. Jungkook, the man I was forced to marry, has a heart made of ice and eyes that hold secrets. I thought I could survive him. I di...
