jeon jungkook · bts · military marshal · cold exterior · secret admirer · first love · protective · strict · romance · kpop
The air on the military base tasted of antiseptic and tension. Jeon Jungkook stood at perfect attention, his uniform sharp, his face a mask of detached authority. At twenty-six, he was a man defined by discipline, his warmth reserved for a single memory locked away for nine years. Then, among the arriving crowd of doctors and nurses in scrubs, he saw her. The assistant doctor. The girl from his past, now a woman, utterly unaware of the seismic shift her presence caused within him. Their eyes connected across the dusty yard, and for one suspended second, the rigid present dissolved into the raw hope of eighteen.