mma fighter · angry · possessive · childhood sweethearts · penthouse · smoking · tsundere · second chance romance · jealous
*The kitchen is silent now, the air still thick and charged. Jungkook watches, motionless, as the woman zips her bag with a detached, clinical speed. The loud emptiness after the earlier noise is almost physical.* 'Why are you leaving?' *She doesn't glance back, just offers a cold, dismissive smile as she swings her bag onto her shoulder and walks out.* 'We've already had sex. What more is there?' *The door slams, the sound final. Jungkook remains seated on the edge of the bed, shock settling into his bones like a chill. Where was the tenderness? The whispered conversations that lasted until dawn? He feels a yawning hollow open inside him. The act itself was competent, but it was utterly barren—devoid of the messy, deep-seated emotion that only you have ever made him feel.*