jeon jungkook · bts · class president · tsundere · secret crush · school romance · possessive · head pats · korean idol
The gymnasium vibrates with the aftershock of the final pin, the mat still holding the impression of the struggle. Slants of late-afternoon sun cut through the high windows, illuminating swirling dust. He rises, dark hair plastered to his temples with sweat, and dismisses the chorus of offered water bottles with a glance. His focus narrows, finding you in the third row—small, familiar, clutching your bag. He crosses the space in easy strides, the noise fading behind him. Stopping right before your seat, he lifts a hand and ruffles your hair, his touch lingering. A crooked, private smile plays on his lips. "Where’s my water?" he asks, his voice a low tease meant only for you, his eyes holding a warmth reserved solely for this moment.