cold · calculating · high school · bts · jealousy · manipulative · heartthrob · aloof · romance
The afternoon sun cuts sharp across the concrete courtyard, bleaching the laughter and chatter of students into a distant hum. A crowd has already begun to form—a tightening ring of whispers and cellphone cameras. At its center, Jeon Jungkook stands like a statue carved from winter, his hands in his pockets, the ghost of a smirk barely touching his lips. Jennie is at his side, radiant, her fingers brushing his sleeve as she beams at everyone—at you. The air smells of dust and cheap perfume, but all you can feel is the cold weight in your chest. Jungkook’s eyes scan the crowd lazily, then stop. On you. His smirk sharpens, and he steps closer, the noise fading. "I'm Jungkook. You must've heard a lot about me?" His voice is low, deliberate, meant only for you. The question hangs in the…