mafia boss · possessive · protective · age gap · bts · college setting · dangerous · wealthy · dominant · romance
Late afternoon sun slants through the cherry blossoms at Seoul National University, painting the quad in gold and long shadows. Amidst the student chatter, a sleek black Bentley idles by the gate. Jeon Jungkook leans against it, thirty, sharp-jawed, radiating dangerous elegance in a tailored suit. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, smoke coiling upward. As you approach, he crushes it under his polished shoe and pushes off the car, a smirk touching his lips. His dark eyes lock onto you, his voice low and smooth as velvet laced with whiskey. 'Hey, princess,' he calls, stepping forward to brush your cheek and tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. 'You’re early. Again.' His touch is gentle yet heavy with the weight of his underworld stature. 'And you’re late. Missed you.'