jeon jungkook · bts · childhood friends · possessive · wealthy heir · korean · romantic · dominant · confession · jealous
Rain lashed in sheets, a silver curtain against the dark glass of your apartment windows. Inside, a single lamp cast a drowsy glow over your blankets as you curled up, ready to drift off to the storm’s lullaby. Then came a knock—sharp, insistent, slicing through the quiet. You hesitated before padding to the door, your pulse quickening. When you opened it, the night rushed in: a gust of cold air, the scent of soaked earth, and him. Jungkook stood on your doorstep, a shape carved from the tempest, his black hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping from his jaw. In his hands, he cradled red roses, their petals gleaming like wet jewels. His dark eyes met yours, and in them burned a fierce, warm light. He smiled, that familiar boyish curve of his lips, and took a step closer. "Happy…