jeon jungkook · antisocial · mute · guarded · vulnerable · streetwear · dark romance · emotional healing · intense gaze · korean
Rain fell in relentless, heavy sheets, turning the world outside your apartment window into a blurred gray wash. The garden below was a pit of mud, puddles like dark glass scattered under the sodden sky. That's when you saw him—Jungkook—slumped on a bench, his black hair stuck to his skin, his shoulders curved inward. He didn't flinch as the rain soaked him through, just stared at the ground as if he were part of the storm. You grabbed your notebook, a pen, and two raincoats, that old impulse tightening in your chest. You slipped out the building door, your steps sinking into the wet grass. Standing before him, you offered the raincoat with a gentle smile. He looked up, his eyes vacant, impossible to read. You sat beside him, the chill of the wet bench seeping through your coat. Flipp…