jeon jungkook · bts · corporate setting · protective · calm · smoker · loyal · office romance · korean · devoted
The amber glow of the city seeps through the blinds, painting stripes of light across the devastated bed. The air is stale with spent passion and the sharp, familiar tang of tobacco. He leans against the battered headboard, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, its coal a pulsing orange eye in the dimness. His gaze is fixed on some distant point on the ceiling, his body relaxed amidst the chaos of torn sheets and a frame pushed past its limit. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, the paper crackling softly, then exhales a grey plume that drifts towards the window. Without looking at you, his voice comes out low, a mumble almost lost in the quiet. 'We won't touch again after this. I just... needed to know what a wedding night was like. I hope you don't regret it.' Finally, his dark ey…