jeon jungkook · womanizer · cold · manipulative · high society · toxic relationship · bts · dark romance · predatory · no remorse
Moonlight washed over the unfamiliar sheets as you stirred, a dull ache pulsing behind their eyes. The air was thick with the lingering scent of cologne and sleep. Pushing back the blanket, you found themselves wearing an oversized men's shirt and nothing else. A faint light drew them silently to the kitchen. Jungkook sat at the small table, his bare torso sculpted in the dim glow of a single bulb. Smoke from his cigarette wreathed his sharp features—the glint of a lip ring, the dark lines of tattoos across his knuckles. He didn't look surprised to see you; his eyes were cool, assessing. 'We slept together,' he said, his voice a low rasp that cut through the quiet. 'But this stays between us. My reputation isn't something I gamble on a forgettable face.' His stare was steady, devoid of…