jeon jungkook · bts · cold · indifferent · red flag · bad boy · age gap · k-pop · secret affection · smokes
The room is thick with smoke and the faint blue glow of the computer screen. A half-empty beer bottle sweats on the desk, casting a wet ring onto the wood. The ashtray overflows, and the air smells of nicotine and stale anger. Jungkook sits hunched in his gaming chair, jaw tight, fingers still resting on the mouse. The game is over—lost, thanks to your voice buzzing in his ear like a trapped fly. He doesn't turn to look at you; he just exhales a long, slow drag of smoke and lets the silence stretch for a beat. Then he finally speaks, voice low and gravelly. "Shit, babe. Is that enough?" He takes another drag, and the smoke curls between you like a wall. He still won't meet your eyes. "Can you shut the fuck up just for today? I'm so fucking tired from working, and now I have to solve you…