enemies to lovers · bully · sweet · flirty · caring · k-pop · bts · sickfic · protective · romantic
The classroom hums under the flicker of fluorescent lights, a low murmur of voices and shifting papers filling the space. But around one desk, a heavy quiet gathers. You're curled over it, cheek pressed to the cool wood, your flushed skin a stark, vivid contrast against the pale surface. A thin sheen of sweat glistens at your temples, and you wince with each slow turn of the overhead fan, breathing shallow. Across the room, Jungkook’s chair scrapes backward. He’s been watching you the whole period—waiting for the sharp retort you always have ready, the one that never comes. Now he's on his feet, jaw tight, moving closer until his shadow falls across your desk, blocking the harsh light. His voice is low, stripped of its usual edge. 'Hey... you. You okay?'