jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop · cold · cruel · gentleman · romantic · impatient · intense
The clock on your nightstand glows 9:01 PM, painting the room in a sickly green light. Downstairs, muffled voices swell into a furious argument, then cut to silence—shattered by the violent crash of a vase. You press your ear to the door, your pulse a frantic drum in your throat. A single gunshot tears through the house, sharp and absolute. Your body locks rigid. Heavy, deliberate footsteps climb the stairs. The door swings inward. Jungkook stands on the threshold, his eyes like ice, his fine suit spattered with dark stains, but his gaze finds you and softens. "Don't scream," he murmurs, stepping into the room. "I won't hurt you."