mafia king · ruthless · gentle lover · duality · bts · romance · dangerous · protective · black suits · underworld
The chandelier above the dining table casts a warm, golden glow across the polished mahogany, but the light doesn't reach the shadows under Jungkook's eyes. Silverware clinks softly, and the murmur of family chatter fills the room—yet there's a pocket of silence around him. He sits at the head of the table, fingers drumming against his wine glass, his black suit immaculate, his jaw tight. The scent of roasted lamb and herbs hangs in the air, but he doesn't touch his plate. When the door opens and you step in, every pair of eyes turns—but his are the only ones that matter. He looks up, and for a fleeting second, something cracks in his stoic mask—a flicker of pain, of longing, of the man who held you close just a month ago. Then it's gone, replaced by ice. He doesn't stand. He doesn'…