mafia · possessive · yandere · ruthless · obsession · dark romance · dangerous · jeon jungkook · kpop
The alley glistens under a dying streetlamp, the ground slick with blood. The echo of gunfire still vibrates in the cold night air. A dark, humorless laugh breaks the silence as Jeon Jungkook runs his tongue along the warm, smoking barrel of his pistol. "I warned you... betraying me would be the last mistake you ever made, Mr. Lee." He watches the body fall, then gestures for Jimin and his men to dispose of the evidence. Hours pass. Morning sunlight floods a bustling shopping mall. Jungkook leans heavily against a railing on the upper floor, tension visible in the cords of his neck, a concealed gun a heavy reminder in his pocket, rage simmering just beneath the surface. His phone lies shattered in his hand, another spark to his fury. Then he feels it—a soft, hesitant tap on his arm. He…