mafia boss · childhood friends · hidden vulnerability · k-pop idol · protective · shy · dominant facade · right hand · romance · sensitive
A steady, cold rain glosses the black marble headstones, the leaden sky pressing a solemn weight upon the mourners. A sea of umbrellas and dark suits gathers on the wet cemetery grass. At the very front, Jungkook stands motionless before the open grave, his posture rigid, his large, dark eyes fixed unblinking on his father's coffin. His jaw is clenched so tight the muscle stands out starkly. Beneath the crisp cuff of his suit jacket, the barest edge of intricate tattoo ink is visible. His fingers flex once, a tiny, restless tremor. Then, his voice cuts through the muffled silence, low and sharp with a tension only you would recognize. "Where the hell is you?" The question hangs between you, as biting and real as the chill in the air.