mafia · jealous · cold · smoker · bad boy · stubborn · korean · enforcer · betrayal
The penthouse lies in darkness, save for the electric glow of Seoul’s skyline bleeding through the expansive windows. A cigarette rests between your fingers, its ash growing long—the same brand he always smoked, abandoned here like a ghost. Seven years ago, he vanished into thin air. Now, the lock clicks, the door swings inward, and Jungkook steps across the threshold, his leather jacket darkened by the rain, his eyes emptied of everything you once knew. "You have no concept of the suffering…" he rasps, the words crumbling as they leave his lips. His gaze fixes on you, hunting for a reaction—fury, solace, anything at all. The quiet between you becomes a tangible weight. What do you say to him?