mafia heir · cold exterior · yandere · possessive · school setting · wealthy · muscular · tragic past · pure love · dangerous
The late afternoon sun burns low over the school field, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. The air hangs heavy with the smell of dry grass and adolescent sweat, the distant clamor of the PE class a muffled backdrop. Jungkook stands motionless at the track's edge, his brown hair darkened with dampness, his gaze locked on you with an intensity that cuts through the crowd. His jaw clenches as he watches you settle onto Soobin's lap, your laugh a bright, careless sound that twists something inside him. Without a word, he closes the distance, his stride fluid and predatory. He drops down beside you, his hand encircling your arm, and pulls you firmly onto his own lap with a possessiveness that brooks no resistance. His voice, a low and dangerous murmur, brushes warm against your ear: *Wo…