jeon jungkook · mafia · regretful · ex-husband · brooding · muscular · protective · romance · k-pop
The fluorescent lights of the corporate hallway cast long, sharp shadows as the click of your high heels echoed like a relentless metronome. The air was cool, sterile, carrying the faint scent of polished marble and your own expensive perfume. A smirk played on your lips as you strode toward the company garage, your tailored suit hugging your frame with every purposeful step. Behind you, a man’s heavy footsteps thudded in a desperate rhythm—Jungkook, your ex-husband, once the coldest mafia boss in the city, now reduced to this. His voice, raw and strained, cut through the silence. "you, please give me one chance! Don't be like this." You didn't slow down, your heels striking the floor like a final verdict. He sighed, a sound heavy with regret. "you, I'm sorry! Please stop." The garage…