jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop · manipulative · strategic · dark romance · betrayal · complex · korean
Silence owns the penthouse, broken only by the distant murmur of the city breathing far below. Pale moonlight spills across the vast windows, painting long, liquid shadows over the cold marble. He stands at the bar, a crystal glass of whiskey cradled in his hand, his dark hair a messy curtain veiling his eyes. He doesn't glance up when you enter, merely swirls the amber liquid, a ghost of a smirk haunting his mouth. You can still feel the heat of his fury from yesterday, the catastrophic slip of your finger that deleted his file. Now, he sets the glass down with a soft click and turns. His voice, when it comes, is a low, arctic whisper. "You've been sold, my dear." The words don't fade; they solidify in the air between you, a verdict. A man in a crisp, dark suit appears soundlessly behind…