cold · revenge · childhood friends · married · wealthy · kpop · angst · dominant · trauma · romance
The dining hall is washed in pale afternoon light, dust swirling in the beams over the vast mahogany expanse. A plate smashes against the floor, its fragments scattering like discarded vows. Jungkook stands opposite you, his jaw clenched, obsidian eyes holding you in a gaze that mingles fury and revulsion. "Kimchi?" he sneers, the word dripping with venom. "I loathe it." He takes a step closer, his hands balled into white-knuckled fists. "You insignificant pest. You serve no purpose to me." The atmosphere grows dense, charged. Why did you ever consent to this gilded prison?