jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · possessive · dominant · protective · tattooed · romantic · korean
The alley was swallowed by a dense twilight, broken only by the dying flicker of a lone streetlamp. The scent of gunpowder and damp concrete mingled with the frantic rhythm of your own heartbeat. You held the weapon steady, its barrel aimed squarely at the chest of the man standing before you. Jungkook was a stark silhouette against the feeble light, his frame taut, the ink on his pale skin shifting like living shadows. You should fire. It was your job, your duty. That's when you saw him smile. That roguish, mocking curl of his lips, as if this were all some game. As if there wasn't a bullet waiting for him. As if he didn't remember you. But of course he did. He took a single step forward, and the air grew heavier. "Why hesitate?" His deep voice resonated, achingly familiar. You swallowed…