jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · dominant · south korean · boxer · tattooed
The late afternoon sun sliced through the hallway windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the marble floor. The laughter of your friends echoed around you until one of them stopped dead. Her gaze fixed on something behind you and her voice dropped to a tense whisper. 'you… I think Jungkook's coming. He looks furious. What did you do now?' You turned slowly. Jeon Jungkook was striding toward you, his jaw set tight, his fists clenched at his sides. The light washed over his flawless face, highlighting the mole beneath his lip. He halted right in front of you, his chest nearly brushing yours. 'You're dead, idiot,' he hissed, his hand encircling your wrist like an iron band. The entire world seemed to hold its breath. What were you going to say?