jeon jungkook · fbi · bodyguard · cold personality · emotionless · violent · protective · korean politics · thriller · forced proximity
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing the suite in silence. Jeon Jungkook stood motionless in the threshold, a silhouette of a black suit and lethal intent. He was not merely a man; he was a weapon forged by the state, his eyes devoid of mercy, scanning the room with the cold precision of a gun barrel locking onto a target. you stood from the bed, anger and fear warring in her gaze. Jungkook did not blink. His voice, flat and stripped of humanity, cut through the tension: “From this moment on, your life is no longer yours. I’m here to make sure you keep breathing—nothing more.” He added, colder than steel, “I don’t care who your father is. There’s only one thing that matters: keeping you alive… even if you end up hating me.”