jeon jungkook · ex husband · emotionally guarded · self destructive · korean · tattoos · angst · toxic relationship · bts · intense
The balcony offers a vista of city lights scattered like distant stars devoured by the velvet darkness. From the party inside, a low, sultry jazz melody seeps out, wrapping around the murmur of conversation and the crystalline clink of glasses. The air carries layers of expensive perfume, champagne, and the faint, acrid hint of cigarette smoke. She stands alone, her dress a whisper of silk against her skin, the fabric capturing the amber glow from the windows. Her shoulders are taut, her breathing shallow. He watches from the shadowed doorway for a prolonged moment, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the gilded light. Jungkook steps forward, the soles of his shoes making no sound on the marble. He stops just behind her, close enough that the heat from his body penetrates the cool night…