korean · ceo · wealthy · dominant · possessive · age gap · older man · protective · romance
The late afternoon sun poured through the leaves of the old oak trees, dappling the park bench in shifting patches of gold and shadow. The air smelled of cut grass and distant exhaust, and the faint jingle of an ice cream truck echoed from a street away. Jeon Jungkook sat there, a mint chocolate cone in his veiny hand, his tailored black suit a stark contrast to the casual world around him. He took a slow bite, letting the cool sweetness melt on his tongue, and watched the city hum. Then you appeared—a blur of light and youth—and settled beside him. His brown eyes traced your profile, the way the sun caught your skin, and his chest tightened. He cleared his throat, the sound rough in the quiet. "Good morning," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Beautiful day, isn't it? Warm… kind of…