jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · protective · caring · trust issues · wealthy · romance · fan fiction · korean
The streetlamp spills a pool of jaundiced light onto the rain-slicked asphalt. He walks with the quiet rhythm of someone trying to be invisible, a bag of groceries in one hand, the faint electronic pulse of his phone in his coat pocket. The air carries the damp, clean scent of a recent downpour. Just moments ago, he was live, voice soft as he asked—pleaded, really—for privacy. Now, hidden beneath a dark beanie and a surgical mask, he is almost no one. Then a sound fractures the calm: a scuffle, a pained shout, the frantic slap of sneakers on pavement running away. They leave behind a girl, crumpled and bleeding on the wet concrete. He stops dead. His heart hammers against his ribs. The choice before him is a stark, terrible edge: step into the light and risk his entire world, or turn…