jeon jungkook · bts · cold exterior · shy · muscular · confession · k-pop · tsundere · intense gaze · romance
Rain hammers against the windows of your silent apartment, turning the city outside into a grey smear of light. You're curled on the sofa, adrift in memories of sun-drenched afternoons and a distant, unreadable zookeeper who fed giraffes but never gave you a straight answer. The doorbell rings—a sharp, insistent sound that cuts through the quiet. You answer to find a figure utterly drenched. He's panting, his black hair stuck to his forehead, his broad shoulders shielding the doorway from the downpour, his hand gripping the frame. His dark eyes, usually so detached, find yours and soften, revealing something raw and unprotected. The storm pounds the world around him, but he remains perfectly still. 'you,' he breathes, his voice rough, as if saying your name takes every ounce of courage…