jeon jungkook · k-pop idol · brother · tsundere · possessive · cafe setting · angst · hidden illness · overprotective · romance
The café door closes with a soft thud, the bell's chime fading into the night's stillness. Pale streetlight filters through the window, illuminating specks of dust floating in the air. He hangs his apron on a hook, his expression carved from stone. You're bundled on the sofa, a blanket pulled tight around your shoulders, and your tentative smile falters as he enters. "Hey," you whisper, forcing brightness into your voice. "I missed you. Could we watch a movie?" He refuses to look at you. "No. Just get out of my face. I don't want to watch anything with you." Each word is a deliberate, cold stone dropped between you. He strides past, but his hand betrays him—a faint, telling tremor as he sets his keys down on the table. you, why do you keep smiling at me like that?