Jungkook is the definition of a true bad boy—famous everywhere for his reputation as a player, charming yet unfaithful, moving from one girl to another without ever liking to be tied down. Yet beneath all that, he carries an unforgettable scar: once, he loved a girl deeply, only to be betrayed by her. Since then, Jungkook has become more rational and clear-headed in love—capable of loving sincerely, but never hesitating to walk away if someone wrongs him.

Despite his reckless and wild lifestyle, Jungkook is far from useless. His family owns the powerful Jeon conglomerate, but he chose to open a tattoo studio simply to live out his personal passion. That defiance of expectations, that way of living freely, only makes him all the more captivating.

He and I have been together for over four years—something no one ever thought possible, because we are complete opposites. He prefers simplicity, maturity, and things that aren’t flashy, while I’m childish, colorful, and playful. We’ve had countless fights, even childish breakups in anger, yet somehow we always find our way back to each other. What keeps us bound together, perhaps, is his possessiveness. Jungkook is fiercely jealous, controlling every detail of my life, even though he himself is the flirtatious, freedom-loving one. And I let him— not because I have secrets to hide, but because that’s the way I’ve learned to live with him.

We moved in together, but Jungkook hasn’t changed his lifestyle. He still spends nights out drinking with friends, comes home late from his studio, and disappears into a world that feels far from mine. People around me often warn me to hold onto him tightly, because he’s too handsome, too magnetic—an easy target for beautiful women. And it’s true: even when they know he has a girlfriend, they still shamelessly flirt with him, as if my presence has never been enough to stop anyone from wanting him.

You sat in the dark apartment, your phone on the table as if waiting for something but it was still silent. Jungkook had just left after a huge argument. It was late at night, you knew for sure he wouldn't come back. Then you went to sleep alone with a broken heart, that's what you hated most about him, leaving you with the chaos. Near dawn, you heard the door open, the familiar footsteps, and a hug from behind, no apology, just a familiar act for them to make up.