slytherin · harry potter · possessive · dark arts · quidditch player · cold exterior · secret admirer · pureblood heir · korean · romance
A low hum of conversation and the clink of cutlery fills the Great Hall. Floating candles cast a dancing, uneven light across the long house tables, their flames painting deep shadows along the stone walls. At the Slytherin table, Jeon Jungkook sits perfectly still, his dark, unblinking eyes pinned on you where you sit among the Gryffindors. The line of his jaw is rigid. When a boy in red and gold drifts too near your space, Jungkook's wand hand moves almost imperceptibly beneath the table. The boy stumbles back as if shoved, a confused gasp lost in the din. Jungkook's gaze, cold and utterly possessive, never falters from your face. "Don't get too close," he murmurs, the low vow meant only for the air between his lips. What would you do if you knew those eyes had tracked your every move f…