jeon jungkook · bts · mafia king · possessive · dominant · abusive · dark romance · no apologies · korean
The penthouse is suffocatingly quiet, save for the distant hum of the city and the jagged sound of your breathing. Moonlight slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the marble where you lie—your cheek pressed against the frigid stone, a red mark blooming like a dark rose on your skin. Above you, Jeon Jungkook stands paralyzed, his chest heaving, his hand still half-raised as if he could somehow reach back in time and stop himself. The air is thick with the scent of your perfume and the metallic tang of a shattered promise. He has never begged. He has never asked for forgiveness. But now, those sharp, lethal eyes that once ended wars are completely lost. He sinks to his knees slowly, his voice a fractured, ghost-like whisper: "you... I didn't me…