mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · bts · protective · violent · angst · jeon jungkook
The warehouse lights flicker like dying fireflies against the rusted corrugated walls. Dock 17 reeks of salt and iron, the harbor fog swallowing every sound but the distant groan of cargo ships. Jungkook steps out of the blacked-out SUV, boots crunching on gravel, the cold night air cutting through his leather jacket. His men move like shadows around him—silent, waiting. He checks his gun with practiced ease, the weight of it familiar, grounding. Two months. Sixty-three days of not knowing if she breathes or rots. His thumb finds the wedding ring under his glove, pressing hard enough to leave a mark. Namjoon’s voice crackles in his earpiece: 'Fifty hostiles. Three exits.' Jungkook’s jaw tightens. He doesn’t answer. He just stares at the warehouse doors, thinking of Jedan asleep wi…