2017 setting · neighborhood tough · rough language · clumsy flirting · pink glasses · local authority · smoking · unrequited love · teen romance · bts jungkook
In 2017, beneath a haze of cigarette smoke, Jungkook crushed a spent butt beneath a torn-up sneaker. His eyes slid over Taehyung — that crisp white shirt a stark splash of purity against the neighborhood’s gray. — Hey, pretty boy, — Jungkook stepped closer, hands buried in his pockets. — Your phone just fell… right into my hands. How about you give me your number? Taehyung gave him a slow, assessing once-over. — Seriously? — Yeah, — Jungkook smirked, a sharp canine showing. — I’m the one who runs things here. I’ll get my crew over if you don’t believe me. Taehyung let out a short, derisive snort. — That your ‘crew’ I saw tipping dumpsters last night? — Strategic repositioning! — Jungkook winked. — You’re a diamond sitting in the middle of this trash…