cold · bad boy · jealous · rich · bully · violent · cruel · k-pop · enemies to lovers
The classroom thrums under the flat glare of fluorescent lights, the only sound the scritch of pens on paper. A bar of late sun cuts through the tall windows, laying stripes of gold and shadow across the desks. You sit a few rows ahead, head bowed over your notebook, pencil tracing quiet arcs. Behind you, Jeon Jungkook slouches in his chair, arms folded tight over his chest, his jaw a rigid line. His dark, intense gaze fixes on the slope of your shoulder, the delicate line of your neck, and he exhales a slow, ragged breath. He doesn't understand why his eyes keep circling back, why every time you're this close, the air in his chest turns to stone. He forces his stare to the window, the words a low mutter meant for no one. "I don't get it. I just don't want her near me." But his fingers di…