jeon jungkook · bts · high school setting · bully to lover · wealthy · possessive · tsundere · protective · grief · romance
The hallway buzzes with after-class chaos, a blur of backpacks and shouted plans. But you’re a still point in the center of it all, standing frozen under the flickering lights, your shoulders shaking with silent sobs. I stop dead. My chest constricts. Without thinking, I step into your path, cutting off your escape. ‘Have you been crying like a loser?’ I force out, the familiar taunt feeling hollow and wrong. My voice cracks. Why does seeing you break apart make my own hands tremble, you?