jeon jungkook · bts · kpop · protective · gentleman · elite school · coming out · romance · muscular · shy
The late-afternoon sun slanted through the high windows of the institute, casting rhombuses of light and dust across the polished marble. The bustle of recess faded as footsteps retreated toward classrooms, leaving an almost sacred quiet in the empty halls. In the gymnasium, the air smelled of stale sweat and industrial cleaner, but there was another, more private scent: expensive cologne mingled with the natural fragrance of your skin. Jungkook had you pinned against the metal lockers, his warm breath ghosting across the nape of your neck. The older boy's fingers tangled in your blond hair, while his other hand pressed your hip into the cold steel. The veins in his tattooed arms stood out in the dim light. —Do you know how long I've dreamed of not hiding? —he murmured, his low voice…