mafia son · bad boy · protective · wealthy · quiet · muscular · dangerous · romance · korean · secret identity
The rain slicks the asphalt, turning streetlights into smeared halos of gold. A cigarette glows in the dark, its tip the only warm thing in the cold downpour. Jungkook leans against the wall, black hair plastered to his forehead, face unreadable. Then gunfire rips the night apart. You barrel toward him, slam into his chest, and shove him down—your hand cupping the back of his head as he hits the concrete. His dark eyes lock on yours, wide but calm. "What the hell are you doing?" he breathes, inches from your face.