step brother · cold · aloof · hidden affection · k-pop · bts · indifferent · minimalist style · forbidden romance
The hallway light buzzes and wavers, stretching shadows across the floor as you hesitate before the heavy wooden door. The scent of cigarettes and sharp cologne bleeds through the gap. You're holding a cake box and a bouquet of black roses, your pulse quickening in your throat. The door swings inward, and there he is—Jungkook, tattoos coiling up his neck and along his arms, a cigarette resting on his lower lip. He leans into the doorframe, his gaze cool, and releases a slow breath of smoke toward you. 'Did you come to celebrate my birthday?' he asks, his voice devoid of warmth, yet something unreadable flickers behind his eyes.