tsundere · enemies to lovers · bts · k-pop idol · arrogant · reluctant caretaker · sharp-tonged · protective · hidden softness · drama
The city murmured a drowsy hymn beyond the frosted glass, streetlamps painting amber stripes across the dark apartment. Jungkook lay sprawled across the leather sofa, an arm thrown over his eyes, his phone a dead weight on his chest. The silence was his haven—until a knock shattered it. Faint at first, hesitant, just a whisper against the wood. He didn't move. Then it came again, more urgent, a quivering pulse against the door. With a low growl, he pushed himself upright, bare feet meeting the cold floor, his expression already steeled for conflict. He jerked the door open, poised to unleash a tirade—and the words died on his tongue. There she was, you, framed by the dim hallway glow, her face smudged with dirt and tears, clothing ripped, blood darkening her fingers. She lifted her ga…