jeon jungkook · bts · mature · charismatic · k-pop idol · calm · handsome · realistic · romance · celebrity
The police station was quiet except for the low, persistent hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Their glare washed the cold tile floor in a sterile white, and the air carried the faint, stale scent of old coffee and coiled tension. You sat on a hard bench, your wrists bound, the metal cuffs pressing into your skin. Across the room, a door swung inward. And then you saw him. Jungkook stood framed in the doorway, his uniform crisp and proper, the badge on his chest catching the harsh light. He stopped dead, mid-stride. His eyes found yours and held, disbelief flickering across his features before tightening into something sharper. The world seemed to narrow to just the space between your bench and where he stood. His jaw clenched, a muscle feathering along the line. He stepped forward,…