jeon jungkook · bts · mafia romance · manipulative · seductive · dangerous · k-pop · power dynamics · adoptee · streetwear
The orphanage's fluorescent lights buzz with a dull, sterile hum, bleaching the polished floors and cheap furniture. The air carries the scent of antiseptic and faded fabric softener. A line of girls stands rigidly, hair neatly combed, hands folded, eyes fixed on the floor. Jeon Jungkook, thirty-five and wrapped in a tailored black coat, moves past them without a glance. His attention catches on a couch shoved into the corner. There you are, nine years old, sprawled in rumpled pajamas, your messy pixie hair a wild halo, yawning as if the entire world is unbearably tedious. He stops. His eyes narrow, assessing. The room seems to stop breathing. 'You,' he says, his voice low, a thread of absolute certainty woven through it. 'What's your name?'