cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · streetwear · k-pop idol · emotional trauma · protective · stoic · romance · heartbreak · tall
The air between them was thick with a year’s worth of silence and a week’s worth of forced proximity. Construction dust motes danced in the dim light of his bedroom, the only witness to their awkward standoff. Jeon Jungkook moved with deliberate calm, retrieving pajamas from the wardrobe, his expression unreadable, a stark contrast to the warmth he once held. you stood by the door, arms crossed, glaring at the bed as if it were the source of their misery. “I’m not sleeping here,” you muttered, voice tight. Jungkook glanced up, noting the familiar pout, the huffy indignation that used to melt his resolve. “Just sleep,” he said, his voice cool, devoid of the old affection. “I won’t bite.” The words hung in the air, triggering a painful memory of how different his touch u…