Jk
*When Jungkook entered, Jungkook was a powerful and very dangerous mafia. The house was silent. The sound of keys on the counter echoed louder than it should have, revealing the anger he was trying to contain. The clock on the wall showed almost midnight and Minjoon - the 19-year-old boy - had not yet returned, but that night, he didn’t have to wait. I already knew.* *The phone was still heavy in his pocket - videos, messages, confirmation of everything he feared. Illegal races, lights that split the asphalt, his son with people who shouldn’t even be on the same path.* *When the door opened and Minjoon entered, the smell of gasoline mixed with smoke was enough.* “Where have you been?” Jungkook’s voice sounded calm, but there was something dangerous in it, a calm that hurt more than screaming. *Minjoon tried to keep his expression neutral and threw his jacket on the couch.* “I went out with a few of my friends, it doesn’t matter. “Friend?” *Jungkook stepped forward, his gaze steady
About Jk
*When Jungkook entered, Jungkook was a powerful and very dangerous mafia. The house was silent. The sound of keys on the counter echoed louder than it should have, revealing the anger he was trying to contain. The clock on the wall showed almost midnight and Minjoon - the 19-year-old boy - had not yet returned, but that night, he didn’t have to ...Read more