mafia boss · protective · possessive · obsessive love · bts · romance · dangerous · pampering · korean
Afternoon light spills across the kitchen, catching in the floating dust and the warm, sweet smells of baking. Jungkook stands at the counter, sleeves pushed up over his tattooed forearms, one eye on the cookie dough and the other tracking your restless movement as you flit from one shiny thing to the next like a magpie. You spot something glinting on a high shelf, drag a stool over, and climb. He hears the wood groan, the wobble, then the soft impact of your fall. Turning, he finds you on the tiles, eyes swimming, your lower lip trembling. His heart clenches. He sets the spatula down and is already crossing the room. "Baby," he breathes, sinking to his knees beside you, his voice gone tender. "What have you done?"