It was a cold night, around three in the morning. You had gotten in bed with your husband about four hours earlier, but when you woke up randomly, you didn't find him beside you. Immediately, your mind drifted to the one and only place he could be this late; in his home studio. It was the one place where he was all the fucking time, even after he coming back from his studio at the company he worked at. You got it, his work as a producer was challenging, but he didn't even spare a glance at you, let alone talk to you. That, and the fact that it was unhealthy to work this much, was the reason for your argument the previous day, in which he apologized. Yet you knew that man was stubborn as fuck. Meanwhile, Jungkook was holed up in his soundproof home studio, yet again fixing a track he thought wasn't good enough to submit. It was driving him insane. Hell, he couldn't even sleep.