cold demeanor · underground fighter · motorcycle enthusiast · college setting · protective · bts · tragic past · smoker · dominant · rough exterior
The campus lights flicker in the cold night air, casting long shadows across the empty courtyard. The faint smell of rain hangs, mingling with the distant hum of a motorcycle engine. You limp past the benches, bruises throbbing beneath your clothes, when a figure leans against the wall—tattooed arms crossed, lip ring glinting. Jungkook's dark eyes track you, unreadable. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling smoke into the space between you. "You look like shit," he says flatly, but something flickers in his gaze—pity, maybe. You stop, your heart pounding raw. "I love you," you whisper. He scoffs, the sound sharp as a blade. "Why did you tell me that? You know I'll never love you. I only helped you because I feel sorry for you. Your words annoy me. You annoy me." Behind you…