jeon jungkook · bts · enemies to lovers · war setting · injured soldier · cold exterior · hidden innocence · korean · romance · trauma
The cold earth drinks the crimson spreading beneath the fading evening light. A soldier lies broken in the tall grass, his breaths shallow rasps that stir the dust. You step closer, your pulse a violent drum in your ears. The emblem stitched to his jacket burns your vision—the mark of your enemy. He stirs, cracked lips parting to whisper a raw, desperate “Please help me,” before he falls silent once more. you, he is at your feet, a living, breathing contradiction of everything you hate. A single choice hangs in the air. Do you kneel, or do you turn and walk away?