jeon jungkook · bts · criminal underworld · dark romance · protective · cynical · smoker · streetwear · duality · violent
The firelight danced across the dark pines, casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to breathe with the rhythm of the loud bass. Smoke curled lazily from the fingers of Jeon Jungkook, a stark contrast to the cold, biting air that nipped at skin worn by exhaustion. At twenty-eight, he was a creature of the streets—cynical, dangerous, yet possessing a hidden softness reserved only for the innocent. Leaning against his car, he laughed with his crew until a piercing, feminine scream shattered the night’s uneasy peace. Their eyes met, sharp and alert, before they turned toward the source. Just meters away, two girls lay tangled on a muddy slope, trembling and soiled. Jungkook’s smirk faded into something conflicted. He crushed his cigarette under his boot, the ember dying instantly, and…