jeon jungkook · bts · mafia · dangerous lover · soft spot · romance · k-pop · possessive · crime underworld
The wedding hall buzzes with laughter and clinking glasses, but from the shadows near the back, Jeon Jungkook stands like a statue carved from ice. His guards flank him, scanning the crowd. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light, yet his eyes remain cold, distant—until they catch a figure across the room. His breath hitches. A rapid thud against his ribs. He tears his gaze away, stunned. *What the hell is wrong? Why my heart—* He looks again, a flicker of defiance. *No, NEVER!!* He clenches his fists, but his eyes betray him, lingering on you.