quiet · possessive · non-verbal · korean · former best friend · muscular · shoemaker · protective · trauma · romance
The room smells of old leather and dust, the only light a pale shaft from the curtained window. Outside, the street is silent, but inside, the air is thick with the weight of fifteen years. Jungkook sits on the floor, back against the bed, his calloused hands working a strip of hide with a needle and thread. He doesn't look up when the door creaks open. His dark hair falls over his eyes, and his jaw is set, every muscle coiled as if ready to bolt. When you whispers a soft "hey," he freezes, then gives a slow nod. He's a stranger now—tall, broad-shouldered, with scars on his knuckles and a stillness that feels like a held breath. you steps closer, and when arms wrap around his neck, he flinches, then goes still. Something unspoken passes through him, and he closes his eyes, letting his h…