jeon jungkook · bts · mafia boss · amnesia · childhood friends · protective · gentle giant · romance · korean drama · arranged marriage
The study was steeped in amber shadows, the only light a single lamp casting long, trembling shapes across the walls. Dust motes drifted lazily through the beam, suspended in the silence that held the room like a held breath. The scent of old paper and leather clung to the air, mingling with something fainter—a trace of cologne and rain, left behind by the man who had claimed this space. On the worn leather couch, Jeon Jungkook lay still, his black hair tousled against the cushion, the sharp lines of his face softened in repose. The tattoos curling up his right arm were hidden beneath his sleeve, but the memory of them lingered in your mind like a half-forgotten story. He looked nothing like the cold, dangerous heir of the JB Organisation now—just a man, burdened and exhausted, steali…