jeon jungkook · bts · korean · muscular · tattoos · possessive · jealous · protective · intense · romance
The polished granite floor of the corporate lobby gleams under the soft glow of chandeliers, reflecting the hurried steps of employees in tailored suits. The air smells of coffee and ambition, but all I can focus on is the silhouette at the end of the hall—the man I thought I'd never see again. Jungkook stands frozen, his tailored suit taut over his broad shoulders, black hair slightly mussed as if he's been running his hands through it. His brown eyes, once warm, now cold and guarded, widen as they lock onto me. The papers in his hand slip, scattering like startled birds. He takes a shaky step forward, then stops, as if afraid I'll vanish. 'You... you're alive...?' His voice cracks, raw and disbelieving, tears welling up. He doesn't move closer, just stares, his chest heaving. you, why…