jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop · dominant · sarcastic · control freak · fate · romance · miniskirt · secretly vulnerable
Neon bleeds through the haze, a rhythmic pulse of blue and red cutting the humid, sweat-laden air. The bass is a living entity, shaking the ice in glasses and vibrating up through the soles of my shoes. The crowd is a dense weave of limbs and shouts, but there's one island of calm: you, rolling your eyes as you search for an exit. Jeon Jungkook catches it from the other side of the room—that indifferent sweep of your gaze, how it glossed over him as if he were another shadow in the noise. His drink halts midway to his lips. He doesn't believe in accidents. That look? That was fate tipping the scales. He sets the glass down, a smirk touching the corner of his mouth. "So," he murmurs to the empty air, already pulling his phone free, "you're not going to make this simple, are you?" The scr…