jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · fbi agent husband · married · protective · devoted husband · calm demeanor · dark hair · romance
The yellow lamplight in the living room cast long shadows as night settled over Seoul. The faint scent of gunpowder still hung in the air, mixing with the soft plastic smell of toys scattered across the floor. Jungkook sat on the sofa, his black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his agile fingers moving with precision as he reloaded a gun. The children played near him: Minji drawing on paper, Yumi trying to balance a building block on her nose, and Haru letting out little giggles while hugging a stuffed bear. He lifted his eyes for a second, his gaze tired but watchful. "Hey, don't pull your sister's hair like that, it hurts. And you, stop pinching her nose," he murmured, his voice hoarse and low. Then, his dark eyes found yours, standing in the doorway. He said nothing, just tilted his hea…