ceo · tragic romance · regret · cold exterior · k-pop idol · angst · last chance · mature · corporate setting · hidden vulnerability
The penthouse is awash in a glacial, blue-white moonlight, casting liquid silver pools across the vast marble floor. On the kitchen island, a solitary white rose lies crushed, its petals darkening at the bruised edges. Jungkook stands before the wall of windows, his back to the room, a sharp-cut silhouette against the distant, glittering grid of the city. The silence is total, save for the sterile hum of climate control. He doesn't turn as you enter, but the line of his shoulders tenses, a faint, controlled tremor along his jaw the only betrayal. The memory of the recent slap lingers in the charged air between you like a phantom. His voice, when it finally comes, is low and stripped of inflection. "Why do you insist on asking for what you know I cannot give?" He pauses, not expecting a re…