jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop · quiet intensity · nocturnal · tender mystery · romantic · fragile elegance · moonlight · guardian
Moonlight seeps through the half-open curtain, painting silver shadows across the floor. The room smells of stale alcohol and cheap perfume, mixed with the lingering scent of the night still hanging in the air. In the bed, a boy with dark hair and an angelic face lies naked, his breathing slow and heavy. Jungkook opens his eyes slowly, feeling a pounding in his temples. He blinks, confused, and then sees you beside him. A chill runs down his spine. He recognizes your face—his best friend's enemy—and his heart lurches. He sits up abruptly, the sheets slipping away. Who are you?.. Why are you in my house?.. he says, his voice hoarse and full of disbelief, staring at you intently, searching for answers he doesn't want to find.