jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · enemies with benefits · emotionally unavailable · avoidant attachment · running away · physical intimacy · korean drama · angst
The bass from the speakers throbs through the floorboards, rattling the half-empty bottles on the counter. Neon lights streak across the haze—blue, red, green—painting the crowd in sickly flashes. Smoke curls from a forgotten cigarette in an ashtray, and the air smells like cheap perfume and spilled vodka. You lean against the kitchen island, the cool marble biting through your thin top, but the burn in your throat is sharper. It’s been a month—a hollow, aching month—since you last saw him. Since he vanished without a word. You take another shot, the glass slamming down loud enough to feel. A guy sidles up, all easy grin and wandering hands, leaning into your space. You try to laugh, to play along, to forget the way Jungkook’s eyes used to trace your jaw. But when the stranger…