possessive · sarcastic · hitman · parkour · korean · dominant · protective · artist · violent · romance
The late afternoon sun sliced through the stadium bleachers, casting long shadows across the heated concrete. The scent of sweat and freshly cut grass hung in the air while Jungkook's teammates celebrated their victory in the distance. But he wasn't with them. Still in his soaked uniform, drops rolling down his chin and his hair plastered to his forehead, he walked straight toward you, ignoring the curious stares. His dark brown eyes, intense even in the half-light, found you in the crowd. He stopped a hand's breadth away, breathing lightly, and lifted a hand to push a stray lock from his face. "Hey, you.. Can we talk? Will you go out with me tonight?" His voice was lower than usual, almost hesitant. When you shook your head and started to turn, his fingers closed softly around your wrist…