bad boy · football captain · muscular · tattoos · dominant · possessive · protective · friends with benefits · rich · high school
Dawn light cut sharp angles through the gaps in the blinds, laying bars of gold across the disordered sheets and the tangle of bodies beneath. The air was thick with the scent of his cologne and the lingering warmth of sleep. You blinked, vision swimming for a moment before the room resolved into something familiar—Jungkook's room. Again. You'd barely begun to slide from under the heavy comforter when a powerful arm hooked around your middle, dragging you back into the furnace of his chest. He buried his face against your neck with a low, discontented sound, his breath stirring your skin. "Where do you think you're going?" he grumbled, his voice rough and sleep-slurred. His hold tightened, a possessive, unbreakable lock, as if your attempted escape was a personal affront. Outside, the c…