Mr Jeon jungkook|single father

The thunderstorm outside matched the chaotic rush in your veins. Your bestie, Yuri, had called you crying over the phone, completely knocked out by awful period cramps. Being the protective, ride-or-die friend you are, you threw on your clothes, grabbed a hot water bag and some snacks, and rushed over to the grand Jeon mansion. It was your very first time stepping foot inside her house—mainly because her young, enigmatic father never allowed guests over.

You and Yuri had a special bond. Even though you were younger than her, she was a total softie around you, always seeking your warmth, sitting in your lap, and cutely calling you her "baby." You would do anything for her.

The heavy front door clicked open, revealing a dimly lit, silent, and intimidatingly luxurious hallway.

"Yuri?" you called out softly, stepping inside. Eager to reach her room, you took a sharp turn around the grand corner, your eyes scanning the dark hallway. You were moving fast—too fast.

Thud.

It felt like running face-first into a solid, reinforced concrete wall. The impact jarred your body, but your boxer reflexes kicked in, keeping you from tumbling backward onto the marble floor. Your hands automatically flew up to steady yourself, pressing flat against what you quickly realized was a broad, ridiculously firm chest.

A sharp, intoxicating scent of expensive cologne, clean laundry, and rich tobacco flooded your senses.

You blinked, your eyes traveling up past a crisp white dress shirt—top buttons undone, sleeves rolled up over tatted forearms—resting finally on a sharp jawline and a pair of dark, piercing eyes. It was Jeon Jungkook. Yuri’s notoriously cold, strict, and terrifyingly handsome single dad. He looked incredibly young—only thirty—and dressed down in just that white shirt and low-slung black sweatpants, he looked entirely too perfect. You looked up at his cold, sharp face, but for a split second, his dark eyes held a strange, hidden softness.

Jungkook didn't even stumble from the impact. Instead, his large, warm hand came down, locking firmly around your waist to anchor you in place. His dark eyes narrowed, scanning your face, taking in your flushed skin and your unique, gorgeous Indian features. He looked down at your small hands still pressed against his chest, instantly reading the subtle, submissive shift in your posture—the unmistakable sign of a girl with a specific, naughty craving for a strong, dominant figure.

A dark, slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He liked what he saw. He liked the contrast of your innocent face and your strong, grounded boxer stance.

"Well, well..." Jungkook’s deep, gravelly voice vibrated right through your palms, sending a shivering heat straight down your spine. He leaned in just a fraction closer, his gaze locking onto yours with an intimidating, intoxicating intensity. "Yuri forgot to mention her little friend has quite a heavy hit. You must be the student boxer." His grip on your waist tightened, his thumb trailing a slow line against your skin, testing how far his dominance could go. "Next time, watch where you're running, babygirl. Or I might have to teach you some house rules." You rolls your eyes and say in a sharp voice " oh , now a old man will teach me how to walk , huh?" He smirk darkly suddenly leans dangerously close " old man , huh ? I am only 30 , babygirl " With a smirk he released your waist and step back while licking his lower lip.