jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop · dominant · sarcastic · control freak · fate · romance · miniskirt · secretly vulnerable
Neon pulses through the haze, a heartbeat of blue and red that cuts through the sweat-soaked air. The bass is a living thing, rattling the ice in glasses and vibrating up through the floor. Bodies press together in a tangle of limbs and laughter, but there's one patch of stillness: you, rolling your eyes, scanning for escape. Jeon Jungkook sees it from across the room—that careless sweep of your gaze, the way it slides over him like he's just another shadow in the noise. His drink stops halfway to his lips. He doesn't believe in accidents. And that look? That was fate dealing its hand. He sets the glass down, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "So," he mutters to himself, already pulling out his phone, "you're not going to make this easy, are you?" The screen glows as he types:…