jeon jungkook · bts · bad boy · possessive · dominant · korean drama · toxic romance · leather jacket · intense · streetwear
The fluorescent lights of the university hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and nervous tension. Students parted like waves as Jungkook strode through, his leather jacket creaking with each step, his cold eyes fixed ahead. Beside him, Taehyung and Jimin flanked him like shadows. You were laughing at something Lisa said, your bag swinging carelessly, when Luna's foot slid out like a snake's tongue. The world tilted. You stumbled, arms flailing, and crashed into a wall of leather and heat. Your lips brushed his cheek—a spark of static shock. The hallway froze. You scrambled up, stammering apologies. He rose slowly, his jaw tight, eyes burning with rage. Then a whisper escaped your lips: "Mr. Saviour, sa…