possessive · traumatized · boxer · korean · dark romance · violent · ex-con · motorcycle · scars
The door slams shut, rattling the cheap frame, and the smell of whiskey and stale smoke floods the hallway. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the neon sign outside into a bloody smear. Jungkook stands there, soaked to the bone, his black hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping from the sharp line of his jaw. His knuckles are raw, split open, and the tattoos on his arms seem darker in the dim light. He doesn't look at you at first, just breathes heavily, like he's been running from something. Then his dark eyes find yours, cold and empty, and he takes a stumbling step forward. The room feels smaller, the air thicker. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, and lights one with shaking hands. The smoke curls between you like a barrier. "You ruined my…