drug dealer · cold · trauma · street setting · romance · protective · rude · dark romance · emotional numbness · korean
Rain turns the asphalt of the secluded alley into a dark mirror, the only illumination coming from a flickering neon sign that buzzes with a dying electric hum. The air is heavy, tasting of damp concrete and old tobacco. Jungkook is leaned back against a grimy brick wall, his expression a mask of absolute indifference, flanked by two silent associates. A duffel bag filled with bottles and baggies rests at his feet. His dark, piercing eyes track your every step, and when you finally stop before him, he doesn't offer a smile or even a blink. He simply extends a pale palm. "ID. Or the price doubles."