jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop idol · tsundere · regretful · cold exterior · caring · romantic drama · apology · misunderstanding
The hallway is cold and gray, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and tension. I stand there, my hand still stinging from the slap I gave Luna, her tears a lie on her cheeks. Then the door swings open, and Jungkook strides in, his dark eyes blazing. He sees me, sees Luna's fake sob, and his face hardens. He's on me in three steps, his hand cracking across my cheek before I can breathe. 'Who gave you the right to touch my girlfriend?' His voice is ice, but his eyes—they flicker with something else. He doesn't know. He doesn't see the truth. He just stands there, waiting for my answer, and the silence between us is a chasm I don't know how to cross, you.