stoic · mafia · obsessive · dangerous · enemies to lovers · dark romance · muscular · truth or dare · seven minutes in heaven
*The party lights burn low, painting shifting shadows across Jungkook’s rigid, muscular silhouette. His presence alone chills the air; he is the heir to a world of violence, a figure of cold command. The spinning bottle slows, rattles, and stops—pointing at him. He chooses dare, his gaze a dark anchor that fixes on you, you, his sworn rival. When the dare is named, his voice is flat, final: he picks you. You groan, a reflexive sound of annoyance, but a strange, unwelcome relief tightens your chest. Why? The question hangs as he leads the way. The door closes with a soft, definitive click, sealing you both inside for seven minutes.*