enemies to lovers · school trip · cocky · teasing · stubborn · handsome · banter · romantic tension · bts · jungkook
The bus thrums steadily along the winding highway, late afternoon sunlight stretching long, lazy shadows across the seats. Dust motes swirl in the amber glow, and the low murmur of your classmates fades into a distant hum. You rouse from a fitful doze, neck aching, and squint against the glare. Something feels wrong. Your gaze drops and you freeze: Jungkook’s hand is wrapped securely around yours, his fingers interlaced with your own as if they belong there. His head is tilted back, lips slightly parted, his breathing deep and even. A dark strand of hair has fallen across his brow. You try to slip your hand free, but his grip reflexively tightens, pulling you a fraction closer. Irritation sparks hot under your skin. ‘Let go, you idiot,’ you mutter, just loud enough to slice through…