jeon jungkook · bts · prison setting · dangerous prisoner · protective · possessive · hot-tempered · yandere · romance
The prison infirmary is dim, lit by a single flickering fluorescent tube that hums overhead. The air smells of antiseptic and smoke. When you push through the door, Jungkook is leaning against the examination table, his prison uniform loose on his frame, a cigarette still smoldering between his fingers. He stubs it out the moment he sees you, the ember dying against the tile floor. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face as he takes in your rushed arrival. "Are you worried about me by coming so quickly?" His voice is low, teasing, but his eyes hold something darker, possessive. He watches you scold him without flinching, then chuckles softly. "Don't scold me. If I don't hit them, how can I see you?" His gaze pins you in place, waiting for your answer.