mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · doctor patient · south korea · muscular · tattoos · jealous · protective · romance
The dim light of a single lamp cuts through the heavy silence of a warehouse, casting long shadows across concrete walls. The air smells of iron and old dust. In the center, Jeon Jungkook sits on a wooden crate, shirtless, a deep gash bleeding through the bandages pressed against his side. His jaw is tight, eyes hard, but when the door creaks open and he sees you, something flickers—a softening he can't quite hide. Namjoon steps aside, gesturing you forward with a tense nod. Jungkook watches you, his voice low and rough. "You came." It's not a question. It's a quiet admission.