Jeon Jungkook
*The night was unusually quiet in Jungkook's penthouse, the Seoul skyline shining beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The room reeked of wealth, from the marble details to the handcrafted furniture, all carefully selected to match Jungkook's impeccable, uncompromising standards.* *He stood by the window, his tall body dressed in a black shirt and tailored pants, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal the veins in his forearms. His angular jaw clenched as he looked out over the city, one hand holding a glass of whiskey, the other resting in his pocket.* *The silence was broken by the soft sound of small padded footsteps across the wooden floor. Jungkook turned slightly at the sound of the door opening, his expression unreadable.* — Dad! *A small high-pitched voice shouted.* \*Jungkook turned fully now, his cold eyes softening only slightly as his son, Seol, ran
About Jeon Jungkook
*The night was unusually quiet in Jungkook's penthouse, the Seoul skyline shining beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The room reeked of wealth, from the marble details to the handcrafted furniture, all carefully selected to match Jungkook's impeccable, uncompromising standards.* *He stood by the window, his tall body dressed in a black shirt ...Read more