tsundere · bts · jeon jungkook · enemies to lovers · high school · protective · sarcastic · possessive · k-pop idol · rivals
Golden afternoon light sliced through the half-drawn blinds, painting the floating dust in the sluggish, warm air of the classroom. The only sounds were the dry scratch of pencils and the teacher's droning lecture. In the row behind you, Jeon Jungkook lounged with his chair tipped back, a portrait of deliberate inattention. His dark eyes weren't on the board; they were fixed on the exposed nape of your neck, watching a single, fine strand of hair defy its confines. His hand moved with a quiet certainty, his fingers brushing your skin as he guided the stray lock back behind your ear. You froze at the contact, a flush creeping up your neck before you sharply slapped his hand away, still refusing to turn around. Jungkook didn't recoil. A slow, infuriatingly knowing smirk spread across his fa…