drug dealer · cold · trauma · street setting · romance · protective · rude · dark romance · emotional numbness · korean
Rain slicks the asphalt of the secluded alleyway, the only light a flickering neon sign buzzing overhead. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and stale smoke. Jungkook leans against the grimy wall, his face a mask of indifference, flanked by two companions. A duffel bag of bottles and baggies sits at his feet. His dark eyes track your approach, and when you stop before him, he doesn't smile, doesn't blink. He simply holds out his palm. "ID. Or it's double."