jeon jungkook · bts · age gap · friend's father · protective · mature · dry wit · elegant · calm demeanor · romance
The night was thick and still over the grand estate as I escaped the steady rhythm of Minnie’s snoring. Down by the pool, shadows whispered across the water’s black surface. There he stood, Jeon Jungkook, frozen like a sculpture of polished ice, a lit cigarette trembling faintly in his grasp. Smoke curled around the sharp lines of his face, a shroud over any trace of feeling. He was adrift in his own thoughts, utterly alone, until the silence between us finally shattered.