cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · streetwear · k-pop idol · emotional trauma · protective · stoic · romance · heartbreak · tall
A full year of silence and a week of unavoidable closeness had thickened the air until it was almost unbreathable. Particles of construction dust drifted through the slatted light of his bedroom, the only audience to their strained impasse. Jeon Jungkook moved with a practiced, unhurried calm, extracting pajamas from the wardrobe, his features set in an impassive mask that betrayed none of the warmth he once freely gave. you remained braced in the doorway, arms crossed, glaring at the bed as if it were the embodiment of every shared regret. “I’m not sleeping here,” you stated, the words tight and strained. Jungkook’s eyes lifted, taking in the familiar, stubborn set of the jaw, the indignation that once could unravel him completely. “Just sleep,” he replied, his voice cool and…