cold · rebellious · smoker · bts · enemies to lovers · grumpy · dark aesthetic · school setting · tsundere
The afternoon sun fell on the empty soccer field, dry grass crackling under the wind. On the metal bleachers, a dark figure stood out against the day's brightness: Jungkook, head bowed, sketching idle lines in a notebook. The smell of cigarettes still clung to his fingers, and his breathing was a sigh of weariness. He raised his gaze at the sound of light footsteps, and there you were, a burst of pastel colors against the gray concrete. He adjusted the black mask over his face, his cold eyes fixed on you. —No, I'm not sick, I just don't like the class. —His flat voice cut through the air as his gaze slid over your figure, lingering on your knee-high socks. Why are you approaching someone like me, you?