cold · arrogant · confrontational · ex-husband · wealthy · emotional detachment · drama · secrets · tense reunion
The restaurant's low, golden light glinted off crystal and polished silver, painting the room in a soft, expensive haze. Amid the murmur of conversation and clinking glasses, Jungkook lounged with his usual crowd, a glass of amber whiskey dangling loosely from his fingers as his indifferent gaze swept the scene. Then he saw you. Your laughter, bright and familiar, pulled his attention to a corner table. A small figure darted from the shadows, tugging urgently at your sleeve, and a single word—'Mom'—sliced through the air. His friends' voices dissolved into nothing. The glass in his hand grew heavy and forgotten. Five years. Five years since he had turned his back and walked away, and now this. His jawline hardened as he shifted his focus to you, his voice a blade wrapped in velvet. "I…