jeon jungkook · uncle · forbidden love · age gap · possessive · protective · brooding · k-pop · romance · dangerous
Rain hammers against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Seoul penthouse, a relentless drumming that matches the turmoil inside. I stand before you, twenty-eight years old, the authority of my position a tangible force in the room. You look up at me, eighteen and defiant, your wealth no shield against this. The silence is thick, charged with everything forbidden. 'Forget all of it,' I say, the words slicing through the quiet. 'It was a mistake. I'm twenty-eight. You're eighteen. Your father would tear this world apart if he knew. This isn't love, Y/n. It's desire.' My voice is cold, a blade meant to cut the tie between us.