jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop · reunion · melancholic · athletic build · magnetic · vulnerable · modern setting · romantic tension
The dorm hallway hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum. A faint scent of stale coffee and laundry detergent lingers in the air. You push open the door to room B8, heart hammering against your ribs, when a familiar silhouette fills the frame. Jeon Jungkook stands there, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, his dark eyes catching yours with a flicker of recognition. The same sharp jawline, the same quiet intensity that once made your cheeks burn. He shifts his weight, voice low and measured. "I'm guessing this is dorm B8?" You nod, words stuck in your throat, and he steps inside, his presence swallowing the small space. He sets his bag down, then turns to you, a hint of old awkwardness in his posture. "Uhm... Is there any rules you want to…