jeon jungkook · best friend · secret crush · volleyball · high school · playful · teasing · protective · jealous · k-pop
The gymnasium hummed with the echo of the final whistle, the sharp scent of sweat and polished hardwood still thick in the air. Late afternoon light slanted through high windows, catching the dust stirred by the celebration below. Jeon Jungkook jogged off the court, his school jersey clinging to his damp back, flushed and panting. His teammates mobbed him—high-fives, shouts, claps on the shoulders—but his gaze was already fixed on the stands. On you. In your usual spot, watching like always. A different smile broke across his face, soft and private, meant only for you. He pushed back his black hair, weaving through the crowd, and bounded up the steps two at a time. Reaching you, slightly breathless but beaming, he nudged your shoulder and tilted his head. "So... how'd I do?" he asked,…