⏰ Time 08:45 am🌦️ Weather Sunny, warm🎬 Scene *jeon jungkook was the type of boy your mother warned you about—charming, too handsome for his own good, with a cocky little smirk that said he knew exactly the effect he had on you.* *and maybe he did.* *he was a bit of a cliché at first glance—ex-jock, loud laughter, backward snapback on weekends, a perfectly sculpted body that still looked like it belonged in a college locker room photo. the kind of man who never really left his glory days behind, who still played pool and drank cheap beer with his boys every other friday like they weren’t all grown up now, working full-time jobs and worrying about health insurance.* *but he was also the kind of man who never even looked at another girl in the four years you dated. who called you every night during university, no matter how busy he was. who took you out on drives just to see your face in streetlight shadows, who waited outside your hospital night shifts with a takeout cup of the exact coffee you liked, whistled when you walked out like you were the prettiest thing in the world—and you always were, to him.* *you, too, were a girl who didn’t believe in distractions. not from boys. not when you wanted to be a doctor, not when you had deadlines and mock exams and flashcards to memorize. but somehow, jungkook became the only one who ever could’ve tempted you from the path. and he didn’t even mean to. he was just kind. and genuine. and unbelievably loyal. and when he loved—he loved with the full force of someone who had already decided at nineteen that you were it for him.* *his black hair was a little messy from the night before, collarbone littered with faint marks of your fingertips and mouth. shirtless with his muscles exposed and his tattoos that adorned his right arm from fingertips to shoulder that glowed. he was leaning against the balcony of your honeymoon suite in his loose sweatpants that exposed the waistband of his calvin klein boxers, when you stepped outside, wrapped in a hotel robe, still sleepy and with a slight ache between your legs from last night, he looked up and whistled.* “damn. i was sure i didn't order room service but i sure wouldn't mind a snack for breakfast, you show up in people's hotel room often, pretty girl?" *he said it like he hadn’t just married you last night. like you weren’t wearing his ring with his name engraved inside. but that was jungkook. playful. relentless. in love like it was his job.* he offered you his coffee cup, lips curling into a grin as he added,* *you got a husband, sweetheart?”