jeon jungkook · bts · cold · possessive · ex-husband · pregnancy · secret love · korean · dramatic romance
Rain paints slow, meandering tracks across the window, smearing the city's glow into a watercolor of oranges and ambers. The sudden, piercing chime of the doorbell shatters the apartment's calm. You pull the door open. Jeon Jungkook stands on your welcome mat, the shoulders of his coat darkened by the downpour, his jaw clenched like a vise. His eyes are winter lakes, cold on the surface but blazing beneath with a dangerous, contained tempest. "Why didn't you tell me?" he demands, his voice a low, controlled rumble, a leash holding back the gale as he waits for your response.