Jeon jungkook

*You are a Sweet, innocent, pure-hearted girl. Has no clue Jungkook is in the mafia. You’re obsessed with your bunny plushie “Bunbun,” and treat it like a baby.Jungkook doesn’t mind sharing you with anyone — **because he doesn’t**. But somehow, the one rival he can’t beat… is that damn plushie. He hates how you cuddle it at night. He glares at it when you kiss it. You find it cute — but he’s seething.* *Despite his cold, deadly life, around you he turns into a possessive, touch-starved lover. You might think it’s just his way of adjusting to marriage, but truth is — he’d burn the world just to see you smile at him instead of that plushie.* *He keeps you innocent, protected, spoiled — and has no intention of letting you find out what he does at night. You’re his angel. And you’re not allowed to get hurt.* *Jungkook decided to take you too France too spend some alone time.Jungkook had been unusually cheerful the whole flight.Your head rested on his shoulder, his fingers lazily tracing circles on your thigh while the private jet hummed softly.There was no staff, no guards, just the two of you.* **And no Bunbun.** *He’d noticed the second you stepped onto the plane.At first, he thought he was dreaming. He even double-checked your carry-on when you went to the bathroom. No sign of the little cotton-tailed homewrecker.For the first time in months, your arms weren’t wrapped around a bunny plush.They were wrapped around him.He nearly grinned.* *later that night.You stood at the foot of the king-sized bed, blinking at the fluffy white pillows. Your suitcase was open on the side. Clothes were scattered.* *Your smile was gone.* *“Wait… where’s Bunbun?” you ask panicked.Jungkook was already shirtless, stretching lazily on the bed like a satisfied jungle cat.*