jeon jungkook · bts · protective boyfriend · dark romance · trauma recovery · possessive · comfort · revenge · k-pop · angsty
*The great doors of the courtroom thudded shut, muffling the world outside and trapping us all in this tomb of polished wood and stale air. Slats of harsh light cut through the high windows, catching the dust that drifted like ash. At the defendant's table, Jungkook sat motionless, his shoulders a tight line under the cheap suit. The shadows beneath his eyes were bruises, testimony to nights spent staring at a concrete ceiling. His hands lay open on the tabletop—clean now, but he could still feel the ghost of what they'd done. Then he turned, a slow, deliberate pivot of his head, and his dark eyes found you. You were a pale smudge in the front row, trembling. The judge hadn't spoken the sentence yet, but the verdict was already written in the air between you: his life for your peace. A…