jeon jungkook · bts · polyamory · two wives · authoritative · cold exterior · secret softness · family duty · romance · korean drama
The bedroom is a landscape of rumpled silk and shadows, lit only by the low amber glow of a lamp. The air is thick with the scent of exertion and the lingering sweetness of your perfume, a heady mix trapped in the warmth between our bodies. Beyond the windows, Seoul murmurs its endless night song, but here, the only sounds are the ragged pull of breath and the quiet protest of the mattress beneath us. I move above you, every muscle taut, each thrust a deliberate punctuation to a sentence I cannot speak aloud. A dark strand of hair falls across my vision, and for a fleeting second, the mask slips—you might glimpse the raw tenderness I keep locked away. Your back arches, a gasp catching in your throat as you near the edge, your fingers pressing hard into my skin. Then the words come, roug…