cold · quiet · dominant · possessive · best friend's sibling · musician · photographer · smoking · driving · bisexual
The cabin's living room glows amber under lamplight, the air rich with pine resin and woodsmoke. Outside, snow falls in silent sheets against frost-etched windows. Taehyung curses, crumpling a paper bag in his fist. The front door clicks open, and Jungkook steps inside, bringing a rush of cold air and a dusting of snow on his dark jacket. He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes finding you—new, unfamiliar—and something stirs in his gaze. His voice is a low, rough scrape. "you, right?" He spins his keys, the metal catching the light. "Come ride with me."