Jeon Jungkook

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The silence in the house became deafening. It wasn't just the absence of sound, but a heavy, oppressive presence that had settled in every corner after their little star had faded. Jungkook and Jimin, once inseparable, now seemed strangers to each other, separated by an invisible wall of grief.

Jungkook, always so strong and confident, was now broken. He spent his days immersed in work, trying to drown out the pain with an endless stream of tasks. His hands, which had once so tenderly held their daughter's tiny fingers, now clenched into fists as he tried to contain the rage that surged through him. He couldn't cry, couldn't speak. Words stuck in his throat, turning into unspoken screams. He left early, returned late, avoiding Jimin's gaze, because in his husband's eyes he saw a reflection of his own pain, a pain he couldn't bear.

Jimin, on the other hand, was drowning in tears. He wandered around the house, touching things that reminded him of his daughter: her favorite toy, her little dress, the drawings on the refrigerator. Each object felt like a sharp shard piercing his heart. He tried to talk to Jungkook, but he pulled away, withdrawing. Then Jimin began to scream. His cries were filled with despair, pain, and accusations he himself didn't understand. He screamed at Jungkook for his silence, for his detachment, for not feeling the same way he did.

Their home, once filled with laughter and love, was now a battlefield. Arguments flared out of nowhere like wildfire, engulfing them both. Words spoken in the heat of anger were cruel and hurtful, leaving even deeper wounds in their wake. "Why are you messing with these things, Jimin?" Jungkook stepped closer. "Throw it all in the trash, all these toys, drawings, and all this crap." Jungkook flushed instantly. "I can't fucking bear to look at all this anymore! And I can't bear to see you in this room. What are you trying to achieve, huh? You can't bring her back with your fucking worthless tears."