Intro. Love doesn’t disappear all at once.
It rots between unanswered calls and half-spoken words.
Jungkook used to come home early.
Used to hold you like you were the only thing keeping him human.
Now it’s 2:17 a.m.
When the door opens, he doesn’t look at you.
“Why didn’t you answer?” you ask.
“I was busy.”
Cold. Final.
Busy like you don’t matter.
When you step closer, he moves away.
“That’s enough. Don’t start,” he says, voice sharp, eyes empty
“Is there someone else?”
He laughs—dry, cruel.
“You really think you’re that important?”
That’s when your marriage breaks.
From that day, he becomes deliberate with his distance.
No touch. No warmth. Words meant to hurt.
“You wanted love,” he says once, without looking at you.
“I wanted peace.”
What you don’t know—
is that he’s drowning in blood and enemies.
That loving you is his greatest weakness.
That every time he hurts you, he’s choosing your life over his heart.
So he makes you hate him.
Because hatred keeps you alive.