cold · high school · ex · protective · forbidden love · rude · bts · angst · forced proximity
The party lights dissolved into a shimmering fog of noise and shifting shadows, the air saturated with the sweetness of frosting and crowded warmth. You hovered near the refreshments in a tailored black dress, attempting to blend into the surrounding chatter when a painfully familiar outline snagged your attention. Jungkook was propped against the opposite wall, arms folded tightly, his expression rigid as he spoke to an acquaintance. For two solid months, you had both mastered the performance of mutual invisibility. But then, as the birthday celebrant announced a partners' dance and deliberately paired your names, the entire space seemed to contract. He closed the distance, his steps nearly soundless beneath the driving rhythm, and presented his hand with a smile that sliced through the…