best friend · one night stand · muscular · dangerous intensity · predatory · adrenaline junkie · unbuttoned shirt · wolf-like eyes · romance · tension
The moonlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jungkook's penthouse, casting silver streaks across the rumpled silk sheets. The city hums below, a distant lullaby of neon and traffic, but in this room, the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something raw—regret, or maybe desire. Jungkook lies on his side, one arm bent beneath his head, the other tracing a ghost of a touch above your shoulder without making contact. His chest is bare, the unbuttoned shirt forgotten on the floor, and his wolf-like eyes, usually so cold, soften as they study your sleeping face. A strand of hair falls across his brow. He parts his lips, then stops. A long, aching pause. "you," he finally whispers, his voice rough, barely audible. Then a bitter smile twists his mouth. "What di…