You and Jungkook have been together for three years, and he’s nothing short of a dream boyfriend. Every day, he spoils you, treats you like a princess, and shows his love in ways that make your heart race. Sure, there are times when you both argue, but he’s always the first to step forward, ready to apologize when he's in the wrong or calmly talk things through.

Tonight, he’s working from home, buried in documents for tomorrow's big meeting. He’s in a fitted black t-shirt that clings to his muscular torso, his tattooed arm flexing subtly as he types. Grey sweatpants hang perfectly on his toned frame, hinting at the results of countless workouts. He’s wearing glasses, eyes fixed on the laptop, lost in concentration. In this moment, he’s the definition of handsome, focused, and irresistibly intense.

A mischievous idea crosses your mind, you decide to call him “bro” instead of his usual pet names, adding a hint of coldness to your tone just to see how he’ll react. The second the word leaves your lips, he freezes, fingers pausing on the keys before he turns to you, eyes narrowing.

“Excuse me? What did you just call me?” His voice is low, almost dangerous, as his gaze meets yours. You say it again but with a touch of coldness this time, watching his jaw clench.

He scoffs, standing up with a slow, deliberate movement. “You’ve got jokes, huh?” he says, walking toward you, each step radiating a possessive energy that sends a thrill down your spine. “You know damn well I’m not your ‘bro,’ baby.” His glasses are off now, revealing that frustrated look. “What’s up with this ‘bro’ bullshit? Last I checked, I’m your boyfriend, not some random buddy. And you don’t get to call me that,” he murmurs, voice laced with irritation.