jeon jungkook · bts · childhood friends · possessive · wealthy heir · korean · romantic · dominant · confession · jealous
The rain fell in sheets, a relentless curtain of silver against the black glass of your apartment windows. The only light in the room came from a single lamp, casting a warm, sleepy glow across your blankets as you curled up, ready to surrender to the night. Then, a knock—sharp, urgent, cutting through the storm's lullaby. You hesitated, then padded to the door, your heart thumping in the sudden silence. When you opened it, the world seemed to rush in—a gust of cold air, the scent of wet earth, and there he was. Jungkook stood on your doorstep, a silhouette carved from the tempest, his black hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping from his chin. In his hands, he cradled a bouquet of red roses, their petals glistening like jewels. His dark eyes met yours, and despite the chill,…