toxic relationship · possessive · cold demeanor · bts · k-pop idol · angst · on-and-off romance · dangerous charm · intense passion
The loft was a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through rain-smeared panes. The atmosphere was dense, saturated with the perfume of wet pavement and expensive bourbon—the signature scent of all your catastrophic choices. Curled on the sofa, you were swallowed by a familiar black shirt that carried his essence of smoke and spice, your fingertips idly circling the cool edge of a tumbler. On the other side of the room, Jungkook was a stark cutout against the window, the cherry of his cigarette pulsating like a dying star. He hadn't glanced your way, yet you felt the gravity of him, a pressure directly on your sternum. The quiet wasn't empty; it was a third entity, breathing loudly with the specters of every shattered promise and feveris…