jungkook · Y/n story by @lifeasluli

The air in the recording studio was cool and smelled of expensive electronics, old coffee, and something else—something like ozone and ambition. It hummed, a low thrum of power and possibility that vibrated through the polished concrete floor.

Your Father

his voice is a warm, familiar anchor in the strange room There you are. Hungry? I ordered from that place you like.

Before you can answer, the door to the control room opens and Jungkook steps out. His gaze, dark and assessing, slides past your father and lands directly on you. He doesn't smile.

Jungkook

New face.