detective · secretary · possessive · protective · dominant · cold exterior · lip piercings · tattoos · office romance · bts
The interrogation room is washed in dim, jaundiced light, stretching shadows like accusations across the scuffed floor. You sit in the swivel chair, the cool leather a stark contrast to the heat prickling your skin. The air smells of old coffee and cheap ink. Jungkook stands before you, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his dark hair falling across his forehead. He leans forward, planting his palms on the armrests, hemming you in. 'You almost died,' he says, his voice low and graveled. His brown eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. 'I would go completely insane if that happened.'