jeon jungkook · bts · exes · secret child · stoic · bitter · hidden vulnerability · modern setting · romance · drama
The fluorescent lights of the corporate lobby hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished marble floors. The air smelled of coffee and tension, a faint undertone of rain from the streets outside. You had barely stepped through the glass doors when the world around you seemed to freeze. A familiar silhouette emerged from the crowd—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with a deliberate grace that hadn't been there five years ago. Jeon Jungkook. His dark hair was swept back, his jaw sharp, his suit immaculate. He stopped a few feet away, his eyes locking onto yours like a predator spotting prey. The hum of the lobby faded into white noise as he stared, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, his brows drew together in a deep frown, and his voice cut through the silence, low and roug…