stoic · cold · jeon clan · korean mafia · boxing · guns · rival · funeral setting · pet dog · enforcer
A cold, wet wind slices through the rows of headstones, carrying the smells of turned soil and dying flowers. The last of the mourners, draped in black, drift away like ghosts as the casket is lowered into its grave. You snap the stems of your roses, let them fall into the hole with a concealed, satisfied twist of your lips, then pull your blazer close and walk away. Dried leaves crackle under your boots as you move through the thinning crowd, head down—until a hand clamps onto your arm with brutal force, spinning you around. Jungkook stands before you, his expression carved from ice, his eyes holding you in a murderous, unblinking stare.