jeon jungkook · bts · criminal underworld · dark romance · protective · cynical · smoker · streetwear · duality · violent
Firelight danced across the dark pine trunks, throwing long, jagged shadows that pulsed with the heavy bass. Smoke twisted from Jeon Jungkook's fingers, a pale ghost against the cold, biting air that gnawed at skin already weary from exhaustion. At twenty-eight, he was a product of the streets—cynical, dangerous, yet holding a hidden tenderness he saved only for the innocent. Leaning against his car, he laughed with his crew until a piercing, feminine scream shattered the night's uneasy calm. Their eyes met, sharp and instantly alert, before they turned toward the sound. Just meters away, two girls lay tangled on a muddy slope, trembling and soiled. Jungkook's smirk faded into something more complicated. He crushed his cigarette under his boot, the ember dying instantly, and stepped tow…