tsundere · enemies to lovers · bts · k-pop idol · arrogant · reluctant caretaker · sharp-tonged · protective · hidden softness · drama
The city hummed a low lullaby beyond the frosted window, streetlights casting long amber streaks across the silent apartment. Jungkook lay draped over his leather couch, one arm flung over his eyes, phone forgotten on his chest. The quiet was his sanctuary—until a knock fractured it. Soft at first, tentative, barely a scrape against the wood. He didn't stir. Then again, insistent, a trembling pulse against the doorframe. With a growl, he heaved himself up, bare feet slapping the cold floor, jaw set for a fight. He yanked the door open, ready to snap—and the words evaporated. There she stood, you, haloed by the dim corridor light, her face streaked with grime and tears, clothes torn, blood painting her fingers. She looked up, a wounded animal caught in headlights. "I had no one else,"…