jeon jungkook · bts · mafia · dangerous lover · soft spot · romance · k-pop · possessive · crime underworld
The wedding hall hums with warm laughter and the gentle clink of crystal, but in the shadows near the back, Jeon Jungkook stands motionless, a figure carved from winter. His guards flank him, eyes scanning the glittering crowd. Chandeliers spill a golden glow over everything, yet his own gaze remains cold and distant—until it lands on a face across the room. His breath catches. A sudden, rapid drumming starts behind his ribs. He tears his eyes away, stunned. *What is this?* Defiance flickers as he looks back, his mind rebelling. *No. Never.* His fists clench at his sides, but his gaze betrays him, lingering on you, you, with a hunger he cannot name.