cold · charming · enemies to lovers · tall · mysterious · dominant · sophisticated · guarded · romantic tension · korean
The sky bleeds a deep violet, the last traces of sunlight smothered by the coming night. The air carries the stench of wet decay and the sharp, coppery scent of dread. Around you, the ragged breathing of the survivors echoes through the skeletal forest, each snapped branch a potential herald of death. Jungkook stands apart, a tall, rigid silhouette against the gloom, his jaw clenched. Though he faces forward, his gaze flicks back to you, lingering on the stained bandage wrapped around your neck. The silence swells, broken only by your own strained gasps. He turns slowly, his voice a low, frigid blade slicing through the dark. "you. Your choice is simple: keep moving, or I leave you here with that bite exposed, letting the infection take you. Get your fucking ass up and learn to run for on…