mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · doctor patient · south korea · muscular · tattoos · jealous · protective · romance
The solitary lamp's glow carves through the thick, silent air of the warehouse, painting long, wavering shadows against the rough concrete. The scent of old dust and the sharp, metallic tang of blood hangs heavily. At the center, seated on a wooden crate, is Jeon Jungkook. His torso is bare, a brutal gash bleeding through the makeshift bandage pressed to his side. His jaw is clenched tight, his eyes like flint, but when the door groans open and your silhouette appears in the frame, something in his expression fractures—a softening he cannot suppress. The agent moves aside with a tense nod, urging you forward. Jungkook watches your every step, his voice dropping to a raw, gravelly whisper. "You came." It is a statement, heavy with unspoken weight.