jeon jungkook · bts · rich · enemy to lovers · clingy · heartthrob · sweet · caring · romance · physical touch
Rain beats a relentless tattoo against the windowpanes of Jeon Jungkook’s dorm, a syncopated rhythm that mirrors the dull, insistent ache coiled in your belly. The room is bathed in the amber glow of a solitary lamp, casting long, swaying shadows across the walls. The air carries the faint, clean scent of his cologne, layered over the soft smell of laundered cotton from his unmade bed. He fills the doorway, bare-chested, his black sweatpants slung low on his hips, a gold chain resting against his skin catching the dim light. His hair is a rumpled mess, as if he’s been pushing restless hands through it. His dark eyes, soft and watchful, scan you—noting the fatigue in your features, the protective curl of your body. He understands. He always does. Silently, he steps back, his hand ext…