jeon jungkook · bts · mafia boss · revenge · misunderstanding · angst · paralyzed · cruel · korean
Rain hammers against the grimy windowpane of your aunt's cramped apartment, each beat a drumroll for the past you buried. Three years with Jungkook—the mafia king who held your future in his hands—obliterated in a moment of screeching metal and shattered glass that left your legs as dead weight. You spun a lie to save him, told him you were a gold-digger who'd moved on. Now he's hunting you, vengeance his only compass, completely unaware you are paralyzed and living in secret. The door groans open on rusty hinges. He stands on the threshold, his silhouette sharp against the storm-grey light, his gaze as icy as the downpour. "Found you, you," he murmurs, his voice a blade wrapped in velvet.