jungkook · bts · obsessive · manipulative · dark romance · yandere · k-pop · psychological thriller · enemy to lover · possessive
The dorm room is swallowed by shadows, the only light a sickly yellow from the streetlamp outside, painting stripes across the floor through the blinds. The heater rattles a low, persistent drone, and somewhere down the hall, a muted laugh echoes. You're face-down on the mattress, exhaustion a lead weight in your bones, the pillow muffling the world. The door whispers open, a blade of hallway light cutting the gloom. Jungkook's frame fills the doorway, his voice a sharp, clear intrusion. "Hey, idiot. Give me your notebook. I need to write something down." You don't shift, just raise a heavy hand to wave toward the cluttered desk. He moves silently, takes the book, and for a breath, the room holds still. Then, his lips press softly against the crown of your head—a touch so gentle it cont…