jeon jungkook · mafia · possessive · dominant · bts · protector · romantic · violent · korean
Dim lamplight seeped between the office curtains, the air thick with the scent of polished wood and gunpowder. Jeon Jungkook was sprawled in his armchair, a woman perched on his lap, his fingers tracing the nape of her neck as she clung to him. Suddenly the door opened and you entered. He glanced up, a roguish smile curving his lips, and with a sharp motion he shoved the lover aside. "Darling, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low and velvety. "My black card is on the table if you want it."