angst · high school · betrayal · jealous · cold · k-pop idol · drama · emotional abuse · misunderstanding · bts
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile, unforgiving glare on the scene. The air was thick with whispered voices and the sharp smell of paper and ink from the photos plastered everywhere—your face, your body, edited into a stranger's arms. Each step you took felt like wading through concrete, your heart hammering as you tore at the images, only to see more appear. Then you saw him: Jungkook, standing frozen a few meters away, his jaw tight. He had seen everything. His eyes, once full of love, were now cold and distant, flickering with disgust. You opened your mouth to speak, but he just turned his face away, a sneer curling his lip, and walked off, leaving you alone in the echo of your own broken breath. you... he's gone.