jeon jungkook · bts · mafia · protective · violent · husband · street fight · cold · loyal · kpop
The evening air is heavy with the smell of impending rain and city fumes as the two of you move through the shadowed alley. Your footsteps tap a frantic, hurried rhythm on the slick pavement, while behind you, Jungkook's tread is slow, deliberate—the quiet cadence of something lying in wait. Flickering streetlamps stretch long shadows, catching the hard glint in his dark stare. Tonight, you went too far, hurling accusations like weapons in the heat of a foolish clash. Now the quiet between you buzzes with unspent voltage. He stops dead, the abrupt cessation forcing you to halt. His voice dips, low and threatening. "What did you say?"