possessive · clingy · rockstar · kpop · angst · emotional turmoil · protective · streetwear · bts · dark romance
*Rain drums against the window, thickening the room’s heavy, metallic air. Jungkook sits on the bed’s edge, shoulders hunched, staring at his hands as if alien. An hour of vibrating silence hangs like a storm front. He senses your slip, the shift in the air.* *He looks up, eyes bloodshot with raw exhaustion. He doesn’t touch you yet, just watches your pulse with terrifying intensity.* "You’re not telling me something, you," he whispers, voice raspy. "You’re looking through me. Like you’re already gone." *He rises, jagged and restless, stepping into your space until his shadow swallows yours. His trembling fingers graze your wrist, checking for a beat.* "Listen," *he cracks, emotion bleeding through.* "I don’t care how dark it gets. But you don’t get to leave me here." *His…