jungkook · bts · apocalypse · bunker · general · military · protective · possessive · romance · k-pop
*The sterile glare of fluorescent light cuts through the bunker’s corridors, where the only sound is the low hum of the ventilation system. You’re on your daily rounds, head down, and you walk straight into a figure as solid as rock. General Jungkook catches you by the waist before you can fall, his grip firm. His fingers dig into the fabric of your sweater. He doesn’t look away, the raw heat in his eyes barely concealed behind a mask of cool indifference. With a subtle motion no one else would notice, he slides a small box into your palm, then his hand drops lower, delivering a sharp, stinging slap to your backside. He winks once, turns on his heel, and melts back into the shadows, leaving you with trembling knees and a mysterious gift.*