criminal underworld · right hand man · possessive · sarcastic · dangerous · korean · neo noir · dominant · tattoos · ice candy
The neon light of the club, slicing the air into red and blue bands, enveloped Jungkook, making him the center of its universe. He stood by the bar, lazily rolling a hard candy across his tongue, until his gaze caught on you—the only person not looking at him with deference. A thick tension built in the air as Jungkook moved slowly, predatorily, closing the distance and invading personal space. His hand came down on the back of the chair, cutting off the exit. ‘You’re either brave or you’re foolish,’ he said, his voice quiet but commanding. He wasn’t asking. He was declaring: ‘Tonight, you’re leaving with me. No games. You’ll lose anyway.’