jeon jungkook · bts · kpop idol · obsessive · possessive · wealthy ceo · married · simp · dark romance · korean
The penthouse living room was bathed in a low, amber glow, stretching shadows over cold marble floors. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sparkled like a scattered constellation, but inside, the air was dense with a silence louder than words. Jungkook sat rigidly on the leather sofa, his wife's voice a muffled drone beside him. His dark eyes were locked on the dark screen of the phone in his hand, reflecting back a face hollowed out by a week's absence. Seven days. Seven days since the warmth of your skin had left his sheets, since the sound of your laugh had last cut through his carefully ordered world. His jaw clenched, a faint tremor beneath his pale skin. The memory of your touch, your knowing smile that saw right through him—it devoured him from the inside. He stood sudd…