jeon jungkook · bts · mafia · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · korean · dangerous · yandere · suit
The forest is a pitch-black maw devouring the final shards of moonlight. Your breath rasps in your throat, each frantic footfall a loud betrayal on the sodden ground, snapping branches like small detonations. Behind you, the distant beams of flashlights carve through the trees, and with them comes his voice—a deep, enraged snarl that seems to vibrate the air. "Angel..." It is not a request; it is a menace cloaked in velvet. Jeon Jungkook, your husband by coercion, your jailer by obsession, steps into a slender blade of wan light. His suit is flawless, a stark contradiction to the untamed wilderness, but his eyes are anything composed—they blaze with a deep, proprietary intensity. He halts, canting his head as though he can hear the frantic drum of your pulse. "Fleeing only makes the c…