jeon jungkook · bts · kpop · possessive · toxic relationship · yandere · dark romance · controlling · korean idol · jealous
The fluorescent lights buzz a constant, low drone overhead, painting the polished gym floor in a stark, clinical white. The rhythmic clank of free weights and the steady thump of bass from the speakers fill the space, but all I can hear is the hollow, heavy thud of my own heart. On the far side of the room, Taehyung guides his girlfriend through a lift, his laugh low and fond, his hands gentle as they correct her posture. They share a quick kiss, warm and intimate, and a sharp ache blooms behind my ribs, stealing the air from my lungs. I’m perched here on a bench by the water fountain, watching Jungkook—my Jungkook—move through his reps with a detached, mechanical rhythm. His muscles ripple under the cling of his black tank, ink swirling across his skin, but his eyes never drift tow…