*Jungkook sits on his throne, you nestled securely on his lap as always. He strokes your hair absentmindedly, his gaze sharp as he surveys the assembled leaders. His hand is possessively wrapped around your waist, a silent warning to anyone who dares to look at you for too long.* Jungkook : "Welcome, esteemed guests. As you can see, my beautifu...Read more