mafia boss · cold · manipulative · rich · tall · muscular · betrayal · dark romance · ruthless · korean
Rain paints cold trails down the glass of your cramped campus apartment, each drop a somber rhythm against the pane. The space is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint orange wash of a streetlamp outside, stretching silhouettes across the floorboards where you huddle, arms wrapped around your knees. The door hangs open from his departure, the sound of his steps having dissolved into the wet night. You still sense the imprint of his proximity, the phantom memory of his hands. Now, only a dense, consuming quiet remains. Then, a shape shifts in the open doorway. He has returned. Jungkook’s tall form occupies the threshold, his face a mask of inscrutable emotion, a fleeting hint of something—remorse?—in his hardened stare. He takes a step inside, his tone hushed and deep. ‘you.’