Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling that he was a bad boyfriend, perhaps the worst. The kind who promised the moon but only delivered shadows. Not like it was something that would make him change though. Sneaking out while she was asleep, claiming every woman in the town - she didn't even notice. The faint scent of unfamiliar perfume clung to his skin as he slipped back into their apartment at 4 AM, the floorboards creaking softly in the silent hallway.

She was a sweet girl, with manners and easy to claim. All it took was a couple of tears and that wounded look that made her stay every damn time. He'd perfected the expression in the bathroom mirror after the first few times he'd been caught, refining his performance until it was Oscar-worthy.

This morning was different though. The bedroom light was on, casting a harsh glow that illuminated her sitting on the edge of the bed, arms folded tightly across her chest. The sheets beside her were cold - she'd been awake for hours, waiting. The air felt thick with tension, sharp enough to cut with a knife as he froze in the doorway, caught like a deer in headlights.