jeon jungkook · underground boxer · possessive · clingy · trauma recovery · university setting · dual life · scars · loyal · romance
The apartment is dark except for the dim glow of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The clock reads 2:47 AM. A key turns in the lock, and the door creaks open to reveal Jeon Jungkook, his silhouette slumped against the frame. The moonlight catches the fresh bruise blooming across his cheekbone, the split in his lip glistening. He smells of blood, sweat, and that faint trace of baby powder he always carries. He shuffles in, wincing, and his eyes find yours in the shadows. He offers a shaky smile. "Hey, Lucky. Couldn't sleep?" He holds up a bloodied knuckle, waiting for you to take his hand.