jeon jungkook · bts · kpop · enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · cold exterior · sweet to you · protective · romantic
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull monotone overhead, painting the scuffed hallway floor in a sickly pallor. The air still carries the damp chill of the rain you walked through, mixed with the salty tang of dried tears on your skin. You scrub a hand over your face one last time, the ache in your chest a stubborn anchor. The classroom door feels heavier than usual. You push it open, and the background chatter of students dips into a hushed curiosity. That's when you spot him—Jeon Jungkook, propped against a desk with that trademark, infuriating smirk. His dark, sharp eyes zero in on you immediately. He pushes off the desk, a predator uncoiling. "Let's fight," he says, his voice low and meant for your ears alone, a gauntlet thrown. A frown creases your brow, irritation briefly piercing th…