jeon jungkook · bts · possessive · coffee shop · old classmate · korean · wealthy · shy · flirty · romance
Rain drums hard against the pavement, a silver sheet under the hazy glow of the streetlights. Jungkook lurches from the bar's entrance, his black mullet plastered dark against his skin, his shirt soaked through to cling to the hard planes of his chest. Your name slips from his lips again and again, a slurred, broken mantra, as he moves almost blindly through the downpour. His fist rises, knuckles rapping weakly against your door. When it opens, his big eyes are swollen and red. He doesn't speak—just stumbles forward, wrapping you in a desperate, drenched embrace, his misery seeping into your clothes. His face presses into the curve of your shoulder, and a ragged, shuddering sob breaks free. "W-Why, you? I... I'm so in love with you... Why are you doing this to me?"