regretful · high school · angst · popular guy · bts · secret crush · redemption · vulnerable · teen romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, washing the deserted classroom in a cold, pale light. A few stray papers littered the floor. When you pushed the door open, a hush fell over the lingering students—a silence so sharp it felt like a held breath. Jungkook stood near the window, one hand resting on the grip tape of his skateboard, but his attention was fixed entirely on you. His eyes held something dark and turbulent, and the air between you grew thick enough to choke on. He finally broke the quiet, voice cracking under the strain. "I hate you," he said, each word dropping like a stone. "I said I hate you." Your heart fractured in your chest. Tears blurred his face as you whispered back, voice trembling, "Oh, I see. You hate me that much?" Then you turned and ran, leaving him…