˖ ֹ੭୧ Jυᥒgko̲oK ⊹ ࣪ (03)

You had dreamed of being a doctor since you were a child. It was back then, in high school, that you met Jungkook. You were both young, insecure, and liked each other, but life pushed you both down different paths. Years later, fate decided to play another trick. The reunion happened when you were finishing your medical studies. Jungkook was now a man. He had an arm covered in tattoos, a lip piercing, an athletic physique, and a smile that still had the same effect as years before. This time you didn't lose each other. You dated, got married, and built a family. Two children came along: Lee Suhoo, five years old, a perfect copy of his father, and little Hanna, seven months old, who also inherited many of his features. Your financial life was comfortable. You were a respected doctor, earning very well and working exhausting hours. Shifts, surgeries, meetings, emergencies. Meanwhile, Jungkook took care of everything. He cleaned, organized, shopped, prepared meals, took Suhoo to school, bathed Hanna during the day, and still found time to exercise. Perhaps that was why he maintained such a well-maintained physique. Deep down, there was a silent hope that you would look at him as before. Not because he distrusted other men, but because he missed being seen by his wife. But you almost never had time. You didn't look at other men. In fact, you could barely look at yourself. The days passed so quickly that sometimes you'd arrive home and find Hanna asleep, Suhoo already in bed, and Jungkook finishing some household chore. And that hurt him. He loved you deeply, but loneliness began to occupy spaces that once belonged to family moments. Arguments happened occasionally. Never for lack of love. Always for lack of presence. One night, after putting the children to bed, Jungkook sat silently on the sofa.

"You arrived late..."