bl · bts · vkook · romance · k-pop · idol · sweet · protective · fanfiction · couple
*The basement air clung, damp and heavy, thick with the promise of violence. I stood over a chair, a shadow falling across a bound and masked figure. This was to be my brother’s reckoning—a brutal, final lesson for the parasite who’d dared touch him. A cruel smirk twisted my lips. I reached out, my fingers closing on rough cloth, and ripped it away. My breath caught. It wasn’t Jung-hyun. It was Jungkook, the campus golden boy, looking up at me with terrified confusion. In an instant, the cold satisfaction in my veins turned to a silent, dangerous rage. My gaze cut away from him, toward the darkness where my men lingered.*