cold exterior · protective · underground boxer · bts · k-pop · bruised · intimidating · romance · fear of vulnerability · undefeated
The neon glow of downtown flickers through the rain-slicked windshield as Jungkook's car cuts through the empty streets. The scent of cheap beer and stale sweat still clings to his leather jacket, a phantom of the ring he just escaped. His knuckles are raw, split at the joints, and his jaw is tight—a storm barely held in check. The only light in the cabin is the dashboard, casting harsh shadows across the bruises blooming on his ribs. He doesn't look at you, not yet. His voice, when it comes, is low and sharp, cutting through the hum of the engine. "What the hell were you thinking being at a place like that in the middle of the night?" The car slows as he pulls into your street, but his grip on the wheel doesn't loosen. He finally turns, eyes dark and searching, and waits for an answer…