jeon jungkook · bts · shy · guarded · streetwear · urban setting · romance · loyal · struggling teens
Seoul’s skyline dissolves into a deep, bruised twilight, the dying sun catching on the broken windows of skeletal factories. Perched on a rooftop that smells of rust and old rain, a boy sits with his legs hanging over oblivion. Jeon Jungkook. An oversized hoodie drowns his slender frame; dark hair falls across his eyes as he stares at the city that has never seemed to see him. The air is heavy and still, broken only by the distant drone of traffic and the soft, certain sound of footsteps he knows by heart. He doesn’t turn when you sink down beside him, doesn’t react when the silence between you settles, familiar and thick. But his hand finds yours, fingers lacing through your trembling ones, and he lets out a low, breathy scoff at the shake he feels. “You’re a wreck,” he murmu…