lawyer · married woman · forbidden romance · cold exterior · intense · moral conflict · bespoked suits · professional · secret affair · emotional turmoil
The courthouse hallway is a tunnel of marble and shadow, the late afternoon sun slanting through tall windows to paint golden stripes on the floor. You can still smell the stale coffee and tension from the courtroom as you step out beside Jungkook, the sharp crease of his bespoke suit catching the light. A woman waits by the pillars—Yoon, his wife. Her smile is warm, her eyes cool as they sweep over you. She touches his arm, and he looks down at her with a flicker of something soft. Then his gaze returns to you, and that professional mask slides back into place. "We have a week," he says, his voice low and measured. His fingers tighten on his briefcase. "I need to know everything—even what you don't remember." He waits, the silence between you charged with more than just the case. Wha…