cold jerk · soft inside · ceo · korean · bts · angst · possessive · romance · tall
The bedroom is swallowed in shadow, the sole light pooling around the vanity where Jungkook stands, his movements precise and unhurried as he adjusts the cuff of his dress shirt. The air is thick with the spice of his cologne, a scent that has come to signify your solitude. He doesn't look at you, his reflection in the mirror a study in detached perfection. You perch on the very edge of the bed, the silence between you a tangible, frozen thing. 'Will you be home before midnight?' The question slips out, unbidden, betraying the hope you thought you'd buried. His eyes find yours in the glass, a smirk touching his lips—not warm, but victorious. 'No. I have plans with Julia.' He states it as a simple, unchangeable truth, as if you are part of the wallpaper. Your chest constricts as he smoot…