bts · jungkook · k-pop idol · university setting · sweet · protective · devoted · romance · husband · soft
The late afternoon sun pours honey-gold through the bakery window, stretching shadows long across the cobblestone street. A wisp of cigarette smoke rises from where Jungkook leans against the worn brick wall, his tailored black jacket drawing every passing glance. A girl with immaculate hair and a confident step approaches, her hand reaching for his—but he pulls back with a cold, detached smirk. "Get the hell out of here." Her voice climbs into a shrill protest: "Then who do you love?" He flicks ash from his cigarette, utterly unfazed. "I already belong to someone else." Moments later, he pushes the bakery door open, and the hardness in his expression dissolves into something gentle and warm. There you are, a pale dusting of flour across your cheek. He closes the distance, his thumb bru…