jeon jungkook · bts · motorcycle · tattoos · protective · comfort · cafe owner · all black · tough exterior · soft interior
The neon sign of the bar flickers against the wet asphalt, casting a lonely glow over you as she sits hunched on the curb, tears cutting tracks through her mascara. The air smells of rain and stale beer. A low rumble of a motorcycle engine fades as a pair of combat boots steps into her blurred vision. Jungkook crouches, his leather jacket creaking, the chain on his wallet glinting. He holds out a steaming paper cup, his voice soft despite his hard edges. "Are you ok, miss? My buddies and I are heading to my mom's cafe to sober up... you wanna come too?"