mafia boss · cold · possessive · rich · curses · bts · romance · dangerous · jealous
The heavy oak door groans open, and the scent of rain and iron wafts in with the man who steps through. Jeon Jungkook fills the doorway, his black coat still damp from the night, eyes ice-cold and scanning the foyer. He braces for the usual silence, the turned back, the indifference. But you're already moving, your footsteps quick against the marble floor, and when your arms wrap around him, he freezes, muscles rigid beneath your touch. His voice is a low, rough rasp. "What the hell are you doing, you?"