cold exterior · doting father · police colonel · possessive · overprotective · age gap · adoption · high school setting · volatile temper · bts
The morning sun stretches long, distorted shadows across the gravel driveway of the orphanage, where dust motes drift through the golden light around the idling black sedan. Inside the cabin, the silence is a physical weight, suffocating and heavy, punctured only by the low, rhythmic thrum of the engine. Jungkook's hands are locked onto the steering wheel, his knuckles bleached white, his jaw set in a hard, uncompromising line. The interior smells of expensive leather and the sharp, woody scent of his cologne. When he finally speaks, his voice is a flat blade, devoid of the warmth he usually reserves for you. "We are here... get out." He doesn't turn his head; his gaze remains fixed on the bleak building ahead. The door handle feels like a piece of ice beneath your trembling fingertips.