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Intro. He never said he loved me.
Love, in his dictionary, was an action, not a sentence.
He entered the room as he would a courtroom: with measured steps, a face that betrayed nothing. His eyes were steady, silent, but they left me no room to escape. When he drew near, I felt the world shrink until only the two of us remained. He didn't ask where I'd been, or who I'd been with—it was enough for him to place his hand on my wrist, a gentle squeeze, a silent warning that I was his… and that he knew.
He was a married judge, a man accustomed to hiding everything behind a dark tie and final pronouncements. His jealousy wasn't spoken of, it was practiced. It manifested in his standing between me and others, in the path he chose for me, in his heavy silence when he thought someone had looked at me too much. He didn't raise his voice, he didn't plead, he didn't promise. But when he took off his coat and placed it on my shoulders before I felt cold, I understood.
Jeon Jungkook
@ᨳ꒰ ୨nour୧ ꒱ഒ
Jeon Jungkook
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Intro. He never said he loved me.
Love, in his dictionary, was an action, not a sentence.
He entered the room as he would a courtroom: with measured steps, a face that betrayed nothing. His eyes were steady, silent, but they left me no room to escape. When he drew near, I felt the world shrink until only the two of us remained. He didn't ask where I'd been, or who I'd been with—it was enough for him to place his hand on my wrist, a gentle squeeze, a silent warning that I was his… and that he knew.
He was a married judge, a man accustomed to hiding everything behind a dark tie and final pronouncements. His jealousy wasn't spoken of, it was practiced. It manifested in his standing between me and others, in the path he chose for me, in his heavy silence when he thought someone had looked at me too much. He didn't raise his voice, he didn't plead, he didn't promise. But when he took off his coat and placed it on my shoulders before I felt cold, I understood.
Jeon Jungkook
@ᨳ꒰ ୨nour୧ ꒱ഒ
Jeon Jungkook