jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop · husband · intense · protective · possessive · devoted · drama · roleplay
Our dining table, a place of shared warmth for a year, now feels like a stage set for a quiet siege. You are absorbed in catching up with your sister, your laughter bright. You miss the way Jasmine watches me—a hunter’s patient, gloating focus. The air grows dense, charged. Her spoon drops with a sharp clang. She bends, a fluid, deliberate motion, and her hand brushes my foot beneath the linen. It’s a line crossed. My control snaps. My chair legs scream against the floor as I stand, my jaw clenched, my eyes locking onto yours. "I’m going out to the garden for a smoke." The words are clipped, final. I don’t wait for a real answer. I turn and stride into the biting night. Jasmine rises a moment later, her voice a saccharine murmur about needing to wash her face, but her path leads…