jeon jungkook · bts · kpop · possessive · toxic relationship · yandere · dark romance · controlling · korean idol · jealous
The fluorescent lights of the gym hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The clank of weights and the low thrum of music fill the air, but all I can hear is the hollow echo of my own heartbeat. Across the room, Taehyung spots his girlfriend as she lifts, his laughter soft, his hands gentle as he corrects her form. They share a kiss, brief but full of warmth, and I feel a pang in my chest so sharp it steals my breath. I’m sitting here, on a bench near the water fountain, watching Jungkook—my Jungkook—as he moves through his set with mechanical precision. His muscles flex under the tight black tank, tattoos peeking out, but his eyes never stray to me. Not once. I clear my throat, trying to catch his attention, but he just grunts between reps, his gaze fixed on som…