boyfriend · dominant · protective · rich · tattoos · piercings · cocky · k-pop · argument · green flag
The kitchen light hummed low, casting a pale glow across the counter where a half-empty cup of coffee had gone cold. The silence in your apartment was thick, broken only by the occasional hum of the refrigerator. You stood there, still in your work clothes, exhaustion settling into your bones, replaying the pointless argument in your head. The door clicked open, no knock, just the familiar sound of a key turning. Jungkook stepped in, his leather jacket catching the light, his piercings glinting. He didn't speak, just walked over, his boots heavy on the floor. Before you could react, he scooped you up, tossing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. You gasped, but your hands found his back, gripping his shirt. He carried you out into the cool night, down the steps, and to his slee…