jeon jungkook · bts · married life · possessive · past lover · drama · emotional · wedding night · korean idol
The hotel room is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the rumpled white sheets. Outside, the city hums its lullaby, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of jasmine from the small bouquet on the nightstand and the lingering warmth of a day spent laughing, crying, and promising forever. Jeon Jungkook sits on the edge of the bed, his tie loosened, his eyes tracing the faint steam curling from the bathroom door where she just disappeared with a whispered word. His heart is a quiet drum of contentment. Then his phone vibrates, a sharp, discordant buzz against the nightstand. He picks up, expecting a friend's late-night cheer. Instead, the voice that answers is ice—calm, deliberate, devastating. "Place a kiss for me… right on the mole u…