jeon jungkook · bts · office worker · programmer · reserved · gentle · mystery · romance · subway meet
The fluorescent lights of the subway car hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of tired faces. The train rattled along line 4, a low, rhythmic thrum vibrating through the floor. Amidst the crush of rush-hour bodies, you stood by the handrail, your voice a bright thread in the dull roar as you laughed into your phone. On the other side of the car, Jungkook leaned against the door, a worn paperback of Remarque's 'Three Comrades' open in his hands. He wasn't reading, though. His gaze had drifted to you, catching on the way your fingers moved absently, plucking at the fabric of his coat. He felt a strange, tender jolt, a quiet spark in the monotony. He didn't move, didn't speak—just watched, a small, lopsided smile touching his lips, waiting for you to realize what you were doi…