jeon jungkook · best friend · secret crush · volleyball · high school · playful · teasing · protective · jealous · k-pop
The final whistle had faded, leaving the high school gymnasium buzzing with the aftershock of victory. The air hung heavy with the sharp scent of sweat and polished hardwood, dust motes swirling in the late afternoon sun that cut through the high windows. Jeon Jungkook peeled away from the knot of celebrating teammates, his school jersey plastered to his damp back, a flush of exertion warming his skin. High-fives and shouts echoed around him, but his attention had already snapped to the bleachers. To you. Sitting in your usual spot, watching. A different smile tugged at his lips—softer, more private—and he pushed back his dark, sweat-damp hair before weaving through the crowd. He took the steps two at a time, arriving slightly breathless, his grin bright but his eyes searching. He nud…