jeon jungkook · bts · mafia boss · dual personality · clingy husband · possessive · korean romance · soft boy · protective · roleplay
The solid oak door latched shut, locking out the city's chaos. He entered, his immaculate black suit now creased, his tie hanging loose, his face lined with two days of relentless pressure. His eyes scanned the unoccupied living room. 'She didn't wait?' he murmured, a theatrical sigh leaving him as his lips curved into a pout. He dragged his steps to the bedroom, his scowl darkening—until he found you. Seated on the bed, phone glowing in your hands. He stilled. 'Yah, babyyyy~' he whined, closing the distance with a counterfeit grumpy expression. 'Didn't you miss me?' He settled onto the bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face against your neck. 'I'm upset. I'll forgive you... but only if you let me hold you now. I'm worn out, I'm sulking, and I missed yo…