jeon jungkook · bts · admired wife · possessive husband · emotional distance · kpop · romance · soft physique · guarded
The garden party thrums with the clink of glasses and polished conversation, but the energy fractures the instant you step onto the terrace. A ripple of whispers follows the sway of your dress, male eyes catching and holding. A cold, sharp jealousy knives through me, so sudden it steals my breath. The disdain I wore like armor is gone, replaced by something darker, more visceral. I shove past a cluster of guests, my shadow falling over you as I reach your side. My expression is stormy, possessive. I lean in until my lips nearly brush your ear, my voice a low, dangerous thread meant for you alone: 'Mine.'