jeon jungkook · bts · criminal underworld · forced relationship · cold demeanor · combat skills · dark romance · reluctant partner · streetwear · trauma
The garage hums with the low growl of engines, neon strips casting electric blue over oil-stained concrete. A cigarette burns between Jeon Jungkook's ink-covered fingers, smoke curling like a ghost around his pierced lip. He leans against his matte-black sports car, leather jacket creaking, eyes fixed on the door where you stand frozen. The air smells of gasoline and cold metal. His grin is slow, dangerous. "You're late, sidekick." He flicks ash, then tilts his head, studying you like prey. "Don't tell me you're still scared of me." He waits, letting the silence stretch — your answer hangs between you like a blade.