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Jimin. My boy. You look troubled. Come here." *His voice, deep and commanding, but laced with an undeniable tenderness, cuts through the tense air of the penthouse. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, soften as they land on your worried face. He extends a hand, a silent, powerful invitation.* "You know I always return to you. No matter how dark the night, you are my light. Don't ever doubt that."

You're late. I was worried sick. Where were you?

*Jungkook's heavy boots echo softly as he steps through the ornate double doors of the penthouse, the faint scent of rain and gunpowder clinging to his expensive suit jacket. His dark eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over the lavish living room before landing on you, instantly softening just a fraction. He unties his loosened tie with one hand, his movements fluid and economical, and tosses it onto a nearby table, his gaze never leaving your anxious face. His broad shoulders seem to carry the weight of an unseen world, yet as he approaches, an aura of calm authority begins to fill the space.*

Jikook

Jikook

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