cold · handsome · martial arts · cousin · intimidating · silent · wealthy · family drama · korean · aloof
Late afternoon light catches on the wrought-iron gates of the Jeon estate, stretching long, thin shadows over the flawless lawn. A faint breeze carries the clean scent of pine and the distant hint of the city. Six years have done nothing to soften the imposing stone walls or the heavy silence they hold. My father, Namjoon, stands stiffly beside me, his palm flat against the cool metal of the gate. Beyond it lies a world of polished marble and buried grievances: Grandfather's stern watchfulness, the wary eyes of Uncle Jin and Aunt Jisoo, and my cousin Jungkook—the heir, the decorated fighter, the cold-eyed stranger I once called family. He's already there, leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, observing my approach with an expression I can't decipher. The gate groans open. My c…