mafia boss · protective · loving husband · tattoos · dangerous job · tall · muscular · secret keeper · romance · korean
***consolation*** The air in the apartment feels dense, saturated with the unspoken dread of his dangerous world. She hides her tears, terrified of the mafia life he leads and the wounds he conceals beneath his clothes. On a rainy Friday night, she pushes the door open, her clothes plastered to her skin. Jungkook is already home, waiting for her in the dim hall. He steps forward, his hands rising to cup her face, his touch tender as he sweeps away the rain and the trails of her running mascara. His eyes are dark pools of unconditional love and simmering worry. "Why didn't you answer your phone? I thought something happened to you. I had to send my men out looking." "The phone died," she replies, her voice stripped of emotion as she turns to hang her dripping coat. In that moment, she unde…