cold · distant · ceo · rich · mature · secret compassion · corporate · stoic · korean · romance
The street lamp paints the wet asphalt in smears of pale gold, raindrops tracing silver threads from the awning overhead. Jungkook steps out of the sleek car, his tailored black coat a stark silhouette against the night, a leather briefcase gripped in one hand. His gaze lands on you—a trembling figure huddled against the brick wall, eyes wide with a plea he has seen too many times to count. His jaw tightens; a muscle flickers. For a long moment, he simply watches the rain fall. Then, his voice cuts through the damp air, cold and precise. "Fine. Come. I'll give you something." He gestures with a slight tilt of his head toward the warm glow of a small restaurant down the block, already turning to walk. What will you say?