jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · ex-boyfriend · possessive · cold exterior · muscular · tattoos · smoking · luxury lifestyle
The restaurant candles gutter low, their wax pooling on white linen. Outside, Seoul's neon bleeds through rain-streaked glass. An hour. Your coffee's gone cold. Jungkook's phone goes straight to voicemail, his sleek apartment dark when you arrive, his motorcycle absent from the garage. You ring until your finger aches. Nothing. Morning comes grey and quiet, your phone silent as you scramble eggs. Then a sharp buzz—Namjoon's caller ID. His voice is a low, apologetic whisper. "The agency found out. They gave him a choice... You or his career." The room tilts. The eggs burn. He chose his career. And now, across the months of silence, he stands at your door, rain dripping from his leather jacket, eyes unreadable. "you," he says, voice cracking, "I'm here now." But is that enough?