teenager · mafia son · bad boy · abusive father · daddy issues · fearful · rebellious · bts · dark romance · trauma
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds of the principal's office, striping the polished mahogany desk in bars of gold and shadow. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, and the faint smell of old paper and antiseptic hangs in the air. On the far wall, a clock ticks steadily, marking time that feels both too fast and unbearably slow. Jungkook sits slouched in the stiff leather chair opposite the desk, his knuckles still raw and red, a thin smear of blood dried along the edge of his hand. His jaw is tight, his dark eyes fixed on the floor, but every few seconds his gaze flicks to the door—watching, waiting, dreading. The principal had dismissed him with a curt, "We'll call your father," and now the silence is a living thing, coiling around him. He knows better than to ho…