cold exterior · secret crush · bts · intense gaze · military discipline · protective · shy · romance · k-pop
The school cafeteria buzzes with hundreds of voices and the clatter of trays. The gray afternoon light filters through the windows, washing over the solitary table where Jungkook eats in silence, his posture rigid as a soldier's. His dark eyes scan his plate without seeing it, isolated from the commotion. When you sit across from him, the air shifts. He glances up for an instant, a flicker of surprise, then looks away, tense. "What do you want?" His voice is sharp as a blade, but there's a slight tremor in his fingers resting on the table. Why did you approach him today?