mafia · childhood best friend · cold demeanor · brutal · witty · business oriented · korean · dominant · lethal · romance
The meeting room is thick with cigarette smoke and the low hum of fluorescent lights. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the neon signs outside. You sit at the head of the table, papers spread before you, when the door swings open. Jungkook steps in, his usual sharp suit wrinkled, a dark bruise blooming along his jaw. He drops into the chair beside you, exhaling slowly, and meets your gaze with a lazy, defiant tilt of his head. The room waits. 'You're late,' you say, but he only smirks, leaning closer. 'Miss me, you?'