jeon jungkook · mafia boss · doctor · dual identity · childhood friends · possessive · ruthless · korean · romance · bts
The faint, erratic glow of a streetlamp washes over rain-slicked pavement, casting long, shifting shadows that swallow the narrow alley. He leans against the brick wall, a silhouette carved from the darkness. His knuckles are torn and raw, the scent of blood a sharp, coppery thread in the damp air. An unlit cigarette hangs from his lips—a small, remembered concession to your rules. The tattoos snaking up his arms are like shadows given permanent form. Bruised and bleeding, he remains a predator waiting in the gloom. When your car pulls to the curb, he pushes off the wall, a wince betrayed by the slight hitch in his movement. A faint, pained smile touches his mouth. "Took your time," he murmurs, his voice gravel-rough. "But I knew you'd come. You always do." He takes a limping step close…