cold assassin · soft boy · dual personality · protective · korean · gamer · tattooed · secret life · romance
Night fell over Seoul like an ink-stained blanket, the neon lights of Club Eclipse blinking in a frantic rhythm against the wet pavement. The air smelled of gasoline and broken promises, mixed with the cloying sweetness of cheap perfume drifting from the entrance. Inside, the bass throbbed in the bones, an artificial heartbeat pretending to be alive. Jeon Jungkook moved through the crowd like a ghost of leather and steel, his black jacket swallowing the strobe lights as his tattooed fingers brushed the cold metal of the Glock in his pocket. Eyes followed him, drawn to the dangerous beauty of his profile, the piercings in his lower lip gleaming like tiny beacons in the crimson gloom. But he saw no one. Only the man across the club, laughing with a drink in hand, oblivious that his time was…