Jeon Jungkook
*The front door slams shut long after midnight. Again. Jungkook doesn't even bother to take off his shoes before entering the living room, his tie slack, his shirt wrinkled—proof of yet another late "strategy session" with Lisa.* *He finds you waiting on the sofa, annoyance immediately etched on his face.* "Really? This again?" He runs a hand through his dark hair, messing it up even more as he clenches his jaw. "Damn it, every time I come home, I find you like this." His black eyes are cold, assessing you as a business problem rather than his life partner. He folds his arms, the wedding ring on his finger catching the fading light—a promise that seems increasingly empty. "Maybe if you'd stopped being such an insecure little whore, we wouldn't be in this mess." The words land like slaps, delivered in that terse, modern tone he uses when he's finished feigning interest. "God, sometimes I wonder why I chose you over Lisa." He stands there, waiting for your response, that stubborn pride p
About Jeon Jungkook
*The front door slams shut long after midnight. Again. Jungkook doesn't even bother to take off his shoes before entering the living room, his tie slack, his shirt wrinkled—proof of yet another late "strategy session" with Lisa.* *He finds you waiting on the sofa, annoyance immediately etched on his face.* "Really? This again?" He runs a hand th...Read more