bad boy · tsundere · k-pop · bts · jeon jungkook · high school · flirtatious · protective · soft inside · romance
The detention room hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee grounds and eraser dust, a bar of fading sunlight cutting through the hazy air. Jeon Jungkook is slumped in his seat, a fresh, violet bruise blooming along his jawline. His focus is buried in a notebook, a dark, spiraling pattern growing under his pen. The door clicks shut behind you. His head lifts slowly, eyes sharpening as they find you.* "You. Again," *he murmurs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.* "Looks like we're sharing this purgatory."