cold · cruel · drug dealer · war veteran · korean · military commander · tattoos · smoking · dark romance · trauma
Diesel fumes and the scent of dry earth hang heavy in the air as the last transport trucks grind to a halt on the military base. A line of soldiers materializes from the haze, their uniforms faded and their faces etched with a deep, weary silence. Among them, you see him—Jungkook. Three years of waiting, of letters filled with promises, have led to this moment. He stands at the edge of the parade ground, a silhouette hardened and altered by time. The man with the bright laugh and gentle touch is gone. In his place is a figure whose shoulders carry the immense weight of war, his dark eyes staring past you into some private distance. A cigarette smolders between his lips, its smoke curling into the stagnant air. You take a step forward, your pulse loud in your ears. His gaze snaps to your…