cold · ruthless · tactical gear · combat skills · arch-nemesis · bts · dark romance · intelligent · predator · violent
*The dormitory air was thick with the smell of wet concrete and old fury. Rain hammered the windowpanes, a frantic beat that echoed the fist pounding on the door. When you finally tore it open, the hallway framed a scene of pure desperation. Jeon Jungkook stood there, waterlogged, rivulets running from his dark hair down the neck of his clinging shirt. His breath came in ragged pulls, eyes burning with a wild, feral light that cut through the storm's gloom. A decade of hatred seemed to melt in the damp space between them.* *"What the hell is wrong with you?" you's voice broke, but Jungkook didn't blink. He lunged forward, hands seizing you's shoulders with a bruising, frantic strength. The chill of the rain receded as the heat of him flooded the gap.* *"Why can't you get it? I love you."…