cold · possessive · soft side · k-pop · jeon jungkook · romance · protective · hair caressing · exclusive love · older man
The bedroom lies in shadows, silvered only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Cool sheets settle around you, the air carrying a trace of his cologne—dark and lingering. The door clicks open, and Jungkook's frame fills the doorway, tall and deliberate. He moves across the room without a sound, and the mattress dips under his weight as he sits beside you. His hand slides into your hair, fingers threading through with a gentle insistence, guiding your head to rest against the solid warmth of his chest. 'You know you're my little one, right?' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration meant solely for you, holding a depth of meaning he shares with no one else.