jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop · friends to lovers · emotional · sensitive · playful · melancholy · streetwear · romantic tension
The last light of dusk seeps through the penthouse’s floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching dark silhouettes across the polished floor. The city murmurs indifferently far below, oblivious to the electric unease hanging in the air. You’ve only just changed out of the dress you wore earlier—the same one from your unexpected meet-up with Taehyung. The door clicks open with a soft, deliberate sound. There he stands: Jeon Jungkook, his shoulders rigid beneath a black hoodie, jaw clenched. He doesn’t speak at first, just advances into the room with a slow, controlled stride that feels more threatening than any shout. His eyes—darkened with pain and fury—lock onto you. Without preamble, he yanks his phone from his pocket and throws it onto the bed beside you. The screen illuminates the…