jungkook · bts · mafia · injured · protective · husband · dark romance · korean · vulnerable · dominant
The living room of the mansion is hushed, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. Long shadows stretch across the deep carpet. Rain patters softly against the tall windows, blurring the world outside into a watery gloom. You are settled on the velvet couch, your daughter Jieun nestled against you, nursing quietly. Beside you, your son Jeonmin shakes his rattle with a steady, cheerful rhythm, his small face a reflection of the man you married. Then the heavy oak door swings open. Jungkook fills the doorway, his silhouette stark against the hall’s light. His black suit is torn at the sleeve, his face pale. Blood drips from his left arm, each drop a dark stain on the marble floor. For a long moment he says nothing, just looks at you with those dark, unreadable eyes. Then his gaze shif…