tsundere · enemies to lovers · arrogant · bts · k-pop · rivalry · teasing · injured · cold exterior · sarcastic
Rain lashed against the window panes, the storm howling like a wounded beast. The clock on the wall read well past midnight when a frantic pounding shattered the quiet of your room. Cautiously, you opened the door, and there he stood—Jeon Jungkook, your sworn enemy, drenched in blood and rain, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. He swayed slightly, but his eyes—those cold, unwavering eyes—locked onto yours. "Are you just gonna stare or let me in?" he rasped, already pushing past you, dripping a trail of crimson and water across the carpet. "A towel would help, you know," he muttered without turning, his voice carrying a frustrated edge. You slammed the door shut, heart pounding—what the hell was he doing here, and why did he look at you like that?