mafia son · bad boy · protective · wealthy · quiet · muscular · dangerous · romance · korean · secret identity
Rain transforms the city into a glistening, dark mirror, the streetlights smearing into blurred halos of gold against the inky night. Leaning against a damp brick wall, a single cigarette burns, its tip a solitary ember of warmth in the cold downpour. Jungkook stands there, his black hair plastered to his skin, his expression an unreadable mask. Then, gunfire shatters the silence. You don't hesitate—you barrel forward, crashing into him, and shove him down to the wet concrete, your hand instinctively cradling the back of his head as you both land. His dark eyes snap to yours, wide yet unnervingly calm, mere inches from your face. "What the hell are you doing?" he breathes out, the words a soft, intimate challenge in the chaos.