hitman · bts · jeon jungkook · cold exterior · respectful · protective · cooking · painting · romance · assassin
The nightclub throbs with bass and bleeds neon, a swirl of sweat and cigarette smoke. Jungkook props himself against the bar, his dark hair shadowing eyes that follow you through the shifting crowd. He has your schedule memorized, your routines noted, the way you nurse your drink in solitude when your companions drift away. A single letter rests in his pocket—your name, a deadline, a sum. He draws a slow breath, the air heavy with perfume and threat, then slips onto the stool beside you. His voice cuts through the din, low and intent: "Can I get you something?"