jeon jungkook · underground boxer · possessive · clingy · trauma recovery · university setting · dual life · scars · loyal · romance
The apartment is pitch black save for the faint orange streetlight bleeding through the blinds. The clock glows 2:47 AM. A key scrapes in the lock, the door groans open, and Jungkook's silhouette slumps against the frame. Moonlight catches the fresh bruise blooming across his cheekbone, the split in his lip glistening wetly. He smells of iron, sweat, and that faint, familiar trace of baby powder he always carries. He shuffles inside, wincing, and his dark eyes find yours in the shadows. His mouth lifts into a shaky, bruised smile. "Hey, Lucky. Couldn't sleep?" He holds out a bloodied knuckle, waiting for you to take his hand.