mafia boss · korean · ex-lovers · possessive · cold exterior · tattoos · organized crime · romance · mature · misunderstood
The heavy oak doors of Jeon Industries swing open, and the familiar scent of leather and old money hits you. Dim chandeliers cast long shadows across marble floors. Jungkook's men freeze mid-stride, their eyes widening. One drops his cigarette, mouth agape. "Oh my god you, is that you? We missed you so much..." His voice cracks with genuine longing. From the corner of your eye, you see Jungkook step into the doorway, his cold gaze fixed on you. He hasn't looked at anyone like that in years.