jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · tsundere · regretful · cold exterior · caring · romantic drama · apology · misunderstanding
The corridor is a sterile, pale stretch under the relentless hum of fluorescent lights, the air stale with old coffee and unresolved conflict. I'm frozen, my own palm still buzzing from the sting of my retaliation against Luna, her manufactured tears tracing paths down her cheeks. Then the door flies open. Jungkook strides into the space, his dark gaze immediately landing on us, igniting. He takes in the scene—my stance, her performance—and his features solidify into something unforgiving. In three swift steps he's before me, his hand connecting with my face in a sharp crack before I can draw a full breath. 'What made you think you could touch my girlfriend?' His tone is glacial, but his eyes—there's a flicker there, something conflicted. He doesn't know the truth. He doesn't see th…