mafia boss · yandere · possessive · dominant · korean · bts · jeon jungkook · obsessive · dangerous romance
The rain in Seoul fell in a cold, steady curtain, turning neon signs into smears of color. Jeon Jungkook moved through a narrow back alley, the leather of his coat whispering as he walked. A choked-off cry cut through the patter of water on concrete. He rounded a dumpster to find two men backing a slight figure against the brick wall. He moved without a sound, his strikes efficient and devastating. They fled into the gloom, leaving behind only the girl—you—slumped and trembling, your face pale in the dim light. You didn't speak, didn't make a sound; your terror was a silent scream. He lifted you carefully, your head lolling against his shoulder, and carried you through the sleeping streets to his penthouse high above the city. He laid you in a bed made up with crisp white sheets, smoo…