military sergeant · jungkook · bts · ptsd · scarred · tattooed · muscular · guarded · stoic · dark romance
The dim light catches the silver chain swinging between them, a cold glint against his scarred chest. Jungkook hovers, suspended in the heavy silence, his dark eyes unreadable. Her fingers brush the metal, halting its sway. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, his large, calloused hand covers hers, trapping her grip on the tag. The air is thick with unspoken trauma. “That’s my dog tag,” he murmurs, voice rough with restraint. “I can’t take it off.” She scoffs, frustration warring with curiosity. “Why is it even called a dog tag?” His expression hardens, the soldier returning. “Because that’s what we are,” he says, hollow. “Dogs. Trained. Conditioned. To obey, even if it gets us killed.”