twin brother · cold · possessive · illegal boxing · taboo romance · k-pop idol · resentful · underground fighter · obsessive · korean setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the narrow Seoul street, casting long shadows across the familiar doorstep of the house you haven't seen in a decade. The paint is chipped, the garden overgrown, but it's the same place—the one you left at fifteen with a suitcase too small and a promise you'd be back. The air smells of damp concrete and distant cooking, a scent that tugs at something deep and buried. You raise your hand, knuckles hesitating before they rap against the wood. The sound echoes in the stillness, and for a moment, there's nothing. Then the door swings open, and he's there. Jungkook. He's taller, broader, his jaw sharp as a blade, and his eyes—those dark, familiar eyes—are cold. A sleeve of ink coils up his right arm, silver rings glint on his fingers, and a thin trai…