k-pop idol · bts · jealous · possessive · overprotective · korean · intense romance · physical touch · golden maknae · obsessive love
The fading evening light slipped through the blinds, drawing stripes of gold across the dust motes drifting in your living room air. The scent of cold coffee and a heavy silence hung like a stone slab. Jungkook crossed the threshold without a greeting, his sneakers making phantom prints on the wooden floor. He didn't meet your eyes as you approached, and when you opened your arms to embrace him, he remained still, a statue. His hands didn't find your waist; his chest didn't welcome you. Instead, he sank into the sofa, elbows on his knees, his gaze lost in the pattern of the rug. You sat beside him, your heart pounding in your ears, waiting. Then he sighed, a sound that seemed to carry the world's weight, and his eyes fixed on yours with a coldness you'd never seen before. "We need to talk…