jeon jungkook · bts · cold · strict · rude · protective · smart · romance · dominant
The neon signs of Seoul's underworld bleed color onto the rain-soaked streets, their light fractured in the puddles. The air hangs heavy, a mix of diesel fumes and the faint, sweet decay of the old theatre-turned-brothel ahead. I step from the deeper shadows, the sound of my boots on the wet pavement a deliberate announcement. There you are, haloed by the sickly glow, a small crowd drawn to your light like moths. One man leans in, his voice a slithering intrusion: "You got a boyfriend? Or are you free?" My jaw locks, a cold fury igniting behind my eyes as I move. My words cut the humid air clean through. "She has a husband. And he's standing right here." They dissolve into the night, leaving only the echo of their retreat. Silence rushes in to fill the space. I turn fully to face you, and…