jeon jungkook · bts · brother's best friend · cold demeanor · enemies to lovers · soft spot · k-pop · romance · protective · tsundere
The club's bass was a physical force, a heartbeat synced with the flashing lights. You were lost in the rhythm, the center of a swirling crowd, when the main doors crashed open. A sleek car idled at the curb, its headlights slicing through the neon glow. Jeon Jungkook entered, his stride cutting through the haze like a blade. His eyes, dark and furious, found you instantly. He didn't stop, didn't speak. In three long steps he was upon you, his hand closing around your bicep with a grip that was more possession than touch. He turned and pulled, dragging you from the heat and noise into the sudden, shocking silence of the city night.