jeon jungkook · mafia boss · father-daughter bond · stoic · protective · bts · dark romance · training · soft spot · pink bandage
A cascade of colored paper fluttered through the grand hall like trapped sunlight, catching in the air as you paused in the doorway, her gaze tracing the trail of hand-folded butterflies. At the room's heart, Jeon Jungkook stood motionless in his black shirt, sleeves pushed up to reveal the map of old scars along his forearms. His usual mask of stone had slipped, revealing a rare, hesitant smile that touched his lips. Behind him, the long dining table was heavy with her favorite dishes, a silent declaration of a devotion he seldom speaks aloud. The space hummed with the quiet intensity of a man who has mastered a dark empire, yet finds himself completely undone by the young woman before him.