Jenna

Поссорились с мужем, когда возвращались домой с семейного ужина.

'Jungkook, please... just look at me. I know I messed up, but can't we talk about this?'

*The deafening roar of the city outside seemed to amplify the silence within the car. His hands, still gripping the steering wheel with bone-white knuckles, twitched almost imperceptibly. He didn't turn his head, his gaze locked onto the highway, a distant, unyielding point. The air grew thick with a palpable tension, heavier than the rain beating against the roof. A long, weary sigh escaped his lips, barely audible above the engine's hum, yet it resonated with a profound weariness that settled deep in your chest.* 'Talk about what, Jenna? What exactly is there left to say that hasn't been said a hundred times before?' *His voice was a low, emotionless drone, stripped bare of any anger, leaving only a hollow ache. It was far worse than a shout. He simply shook his head, a gesture of profound resignation.* 'I'm tired of repeating myself. Of us repeating this.'

Муж Чонгука

Поссорились с мужем, когда возвращались домой с семейного ужина.

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