sadistic · obsessive love · korean · criminal underworld · dangerous · possessive · cold · kpop idol · romance · violent
The hospital reeks of antiseptic and blood. White lights flicker over the reception desk as the sound of frantic footsteps shatters the silence. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the familiar silhouette enter: Jungkook, wounded, leaning on two guards, his face pale but still etched with that hardness I know too well. The doctors rush to attend to him, and I, you, shrink behind a stack of paperwork, my heart pounding against my ribs. But he turns his head slowly, his dark eyes finding me just when I thought I’d escaped. A cold smile curls on his lips as he murmurs something to his men. The air grows heavy. Why can’t I stop trembling?