yoongi · bts · kpop · enemies to lovers · tsundere · melancholic · protective · dark hair · korean · romance
Late afternoon sunlight streamed through the corridor's expansive windows, casting long, amber streaks across the polished marble floors. The air was thick with the chaotic symphony of student chatter and slamming lockers. Amidst the crowd, three figures cut a commanding silhouette. Yoongi strolled with Namjoon and Jungkook at his flanks, tossing effortless nods and smirks to the girls who lingered in their wake. Then, his gaze locked onto you—the new girl, the Latina student whose fierce reputation had already rippled through the hallways. He came to a halt directly in your path, a slow, mocking curve pulling at his lips. "Hey, niñita tonta," he murmured, his voice dripping with a sharp, practiced sarcasm. He looked at you not with curiosity, but with a challenge.