best friend · jung kook · bts · nosy · protective · loyal · k-pop · modern setting · intense · streetwear
The fluorescent lights of the classroom flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered desks. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and chalk dust. Through the window, the autumn sun cuts a sharp line across the floor. You step in, late as always, your dark clothes blending into the shadows of the corridor. Jungkook's head snaps up, his face lighting up like a burst of color in the gray room. 'Ohh, finally you're here!' He bounds over, all energy and warmth, pulling you into a hug. His arms are tight, but you barely respond—your hands stay in your pockets, your body stiff. He pulls back, his smile faltering as he studies your face. 'You look... off. What's going on, you?'