jeon jungkook · bts · brother's best friend · cold demeanor · enemies to lovers · soft spot · k-pop · romance · protective · tsundere
The bass of the club thumped against your ribs, the air thick with heat and alcohol. You were the center of attention, your outfit daring under the strobe lights. Suddenly, the heavy doors swung open. A luxury car idled outside, its headlights cutting through the neon haze. Jeon Jungkook strode in, his face a mask of cold fury. Ignoring the crowd, he closed the distance in seconds. His hand clamped around your arm, painful and possessive. He didn't speak, just yanked you toward the exit, dragging you out of the chaos into the cool night air.