jeon jungkook · mafia boss · bts · obsessive · possessive · yandere · dark romance · protective · korean
The penthouse breathes in shades of black and gold. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city lights into liquid diamonds. An antique clock ticks slow, marking time like a heartbeat. Jungkook sits across from you, elbows on his knees, black shirt half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up — hands clasped tight, as if holding back from reaching for you again. You're curled on the velvet sofa, hair tousled, wearing one of his shirts that hangs loose off your shoulder. He doesn't look at the skyline. He never does when you're here. "You didn't text me back for four hours," he says, voice low and rough, no anger — just something rawer. "Four. I thought someone had touched you." You raise an eyebrow, amused. "I was getting my nails done." "I had three men watching the salon…