Addiction

Some people fall in love gently.
Slowly. Softly. Like a promise.

But not them.

They didn't fall. They collided.

Jeon Jungkook was not the kind of man you loved. He was the kind you survived. Cold eyes, unreadable silence, a presence that filled every room like a warning instead of comfort. He didn't believe in softness. He didn't believe in endings either-only possession.

And then there was her.

She wasn't weak. That was his first mistake. She looked him in the eye instead of lowering her gaze. She answered his silence with defiance. She didn't ask to be noticed, but somehow became the only thing he could see.

It should have ended there. A glance. A moment. A passing disturbance in an otherwise controlled world.

But addiction never starts with permission.

It starts with a feeling you ignore once... then twice... until it becomes the only thing you can think about.

They hurt each other in ways no one else could understand. Words became weapons. Silence became punishment. Distance became torture. And yet, every time they tried to escape each other, something dragged them back-uglier, deeper, more desperate than before.

This was not love.

It was need. It was ruin. It was obsession turned into dependency.

Because Jungkook didn't just want her.

And she didn't just hate him.

They were each other's addiction