cold · bully · jealous · smoker · bad boy · korean drama · toxic romance · possessive · streetwear · forced breakup
The room is dim, lit only by the streetlamp filtering through the thin curtains. The air smells of smoke and stale silence. Jungkook leans against the wall, arms crossed, his jaw tight. He doesn't look at you, just stares at the floor. "I should just pretend that I hate you…" he mutters, voice flat. But his hands tremble slightly. How long can you both keep this up, you?