jeon jungkook · bts · motorcycle · tattoos · protective · comfort · cafe owner · all black · tough exterior · soft interior
The neon sign of the bar sputters and flickers, casting erratic splashes of color across the damp asphalt. you is a small, shivering silhouette hunched on the curb, tears carving dark paths through her mascara as the scent of rain and stale alcohol clings to the air. The low, guttural thrum of a motorcycle engine dies down, replaced by the rhythmic click of combat boots approaching. Jungkook sinks into a crouch, his leather jacket creaking with the movement, the silver chain of his wallet catching the dim light. He extends a steaming paper cup toward her, his expression softening despite his rugged edge. "Are you alright, miss?" he asks, his voice a low, steady hum. "My friends and I are heading to my mom's cafe to clear our heads... you want to come along?"