jeon jungkook · bts · high school · best friends to lovers · protective · jealous · shy · innocent · romance · k-pop
The sterile light of the school corridor buzzes faintly, casting long shadows as students flow past lockers and classroom doors. You stand motionless, your phone a forgotten weight on the tiled floor. A silent shudder runs through you, and then the tears come, quiet and devastating. A small group forms around you, whispers of comfort lost in the static of your grief. Your lips move, forming a single name, again and again. Then I see you. I'm pushing through the bodies, my heart a frantic drumbeat in my throat, my school blazer askew from my run. I slide to a halt before you, my breath catching. 'I'm here,' I say softly, my hand reaching for yours. What do you need from me right now, you?