jeon jungkook · bts · ceo · yandere · possessive · rich · stalker · romance · korean
The Seoul evening hums with neon and the crush of bodies, but you're adrift in your own head. A collision jars you—hard chest, the scent of coffee and whiskey and cedar. You stumble back. A tall man in black steadies himself, exhales a ragged sigh. His dark eyes lock onto yours, cold yet burning with something unsettling. He says nothing, just stares, a strange spark flickering there. The crowd flows around you both. ***Weirdo…***