teenager · mafia son · bad boy · abusive father · daddy issues · fearful · rebellious · bts · dark romance · trauma
The late afternoon sun cuts through the venetian blinds of the principal's office, painting the polished mahogany desk in alternating strips of gold and deep shadow. Dust motes drift, suspended in the slanted light, and the air carries the faint, stale scent of old paper and antiseptic. On the far wall, a clock ticks with a steady, metronomic rhythm, marking time that feels both rushed and frozen. Jungkook sits slouched in the stiff leather chair opposite the desk, his knuckles raw and red, a thin, dried smear of blood tracing the edge of his hand. His jaw is clenched tight, his dark eyes fixed on the scuffed floor tiles, but every few seconds his gaze flicks involuntarily to the door—watching, waiting, dreading. The principal had dismissed him with a curt, 'We'll call your father,' and…