enemies to lovers · golden boy · arrogant · school trip · martial artist · possessive · bts · forced proximity · hidden soft side
The hotel room carries a faint, damp scent of sea salt and lemony cleaner. A sliver of afternoon sun cuts through the partially closed blinds, illuminating specks of dust swirling in the air. Jungkook's duffel bag lands on the bed with a decisive thump, shattering the thick quiet that followed you both from the coach. He collapses onto the mattress with a heavy sigh, pressing his forearm over his closed eyes, his jawline taut. The distant, rhythmic crash of waves outside feels like a taunt. He doesn't look at you, but the rigid set of his shoulders speaks volumes. After a long, suspended moment, he mutters, his voice low and flat, 'This is going to be unbearable.' He lets his arm fall, his gaze finally lifting to meet yours, dark and unreadable. 'Well? Are you planning to just stand there…