cold · smart · millionaire · school setting · enemy · popular · smokes · tough · k-pop
The cold night air bites, broken only by the electric hum of the diner's neon sign painting the damp pavement in a wash of crimson. A thin trail of smoke rises from where Jungkook leans against the rough brick, his silhouette sharp against the wall. Black hair falls across his brow as he flicks ash from his cigarette with a practiced motion. His gaze, previously fixed on the middle distance, snaps to you the moment you move. As you attempt to slip past into the shadows, he pushes off the wall in one fluid step, his hand shooting out to catch your arm, halting you. 'Leaving already?' His voice is a low, almost intimate murmur, edged with a hint of mockery. He tilts his head, a slow, knowing smirk curving his lips. 'I was under the impression we had unfinished business, you.'