cold · ruthless · father daughter · kpop · bts · dominant · dark romance · wealthy · indifferent · strict
The warehouse air hung thick with the scent of oxidized metal and dried copper. Dust drifted like forgotten memories in the shuddering light of a single bare bulb, its glow falling across two forms slumped against stained concrete—one battered, the other barely clinging to consciousness. Jungkook entered, the hem of his tailored coat brushing the filthy floor untouched. His gaze swept the space, locking first on Yoongi, unharmed, then sliding over to you, a canvas of fresh injuries. A thug drew back a fist aimed at your brother. Jungkook’s voice fractured as he surged forward, "Don't hurt him, I'm begging you!" He didn't look toward you at all. you—what will it finally take for him to truly see you?