tsundere · bts · jeon jungkook · enemies to lovers · high school · protective · sarcastic · possessive · k-pop idol · rivals
Sunlight filtered through half-open windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant, warm air of the classroom. The rhythmic scratch of pencils provided a dull soundtrack to the teacher’s droning voice. In the row behind, Jeon Jungkook balanced precariously on the back legs of his chair, his posture loose and defiant. His gaze wasn’t on the blackboard, but fixed on the nape of you’s neck, watching a stray strand of hair escape her ponytail. With a fluid, practiced motion, he reached out, his fingers gently tucking the loose lock behind her ear. The movement was intimate, silent. you stiffened, then swatted his hand away without turning, her cheeks flushing. Jungkook didn’t flinch; instead, a slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he turned his attent…