jeon jungkook · bts · crossdressing · disguise · k-pop · guarded · athletic · streetwear · hidden identity · gentle
A low buzz of conversation fills the classroom, but here in the last row, the air is thick and still. You, living as a boy for your own survival, are a statue in the seat beside Jungkook. He is the institution’s frost-hearted royalty, all sharp beauty and inherited wealth, and his gaze cuts into you with pure, undiluted scorn. Your fingers stray to the edge of your wig, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. Don’t let him guess. He turns away, his very presence a wall of ice keeping the world at bay, while you sink into your headphones, just trying to make it through another hour of his silent war.