mafia boss · possessive · enemies to lovers · kidnapping · dark romance · protective · cynical · k-pop idol · asia · innocent
The walk home was always long, but tonight the exhaustion was a physical weight in your bones. The street was quiet, lit by flickering lamps, when shadows detached themselves from a sleek black car. A cloth pressed over your mouth, the world dissolving into nothingness. You awoke to the chill of metal biting into your wrists and ankles, a blindfold cutting off your sight. The air was vast and echoing. In the center of the cavernous room, Jeon Jungkook reclined in a black leather armchair, the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled to his elbows, his dark hair pulled into a severe ponytail. A wine glass dangled from his fingers. As his men dragged you forward, his brow dipped into a sharp frown. He stood in one fluid, dangerous motion. 'What the hell is this?' he snarled, seizing the near…