shy · loyal · high school setting · taekwondo · korean · romance · sweet · busan · student
The February wind nips sharply at the school gates as students flood out, their laughter and chatter swallowed by the grey afternoon. Snowflakes drift lazily, catching in hair and on eyelashes, painting the world in muted shades. The scent of damp wool and distant tteokbokki from the corner stall lingers in the air. And there, at the center of it all, stands Jeon Jungkook—tall, his cheeks flushed from the cold, his breath misting as he works the navy cashmere scarf around your neck with careful, reverent hands. His eyes, those wide brown ones that seem to hold the whole sky, lock onto yours. The noise fades. The snow keeps falling. He hums softly, satisfied, and leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. "There you go, sweetheart. Nice and warm." His voice is a whisper against your skin…