cold · strict · academic prodigy · school setting · romance · trust issues · touch aversion · wealthy background · glasses · enemy to lovers
The fluorescent lights of the school library hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of silent tables. Dust motes danced in the beam from the window, catching the afternoon sun as it filtered through the blinds. At the farthest corner, hunched over a worn textbook, sat Jungkook — his black hair falling over his glasses, fingers tracing equations with mechanical precision. He didn't notice you at first. Then, as your shadow fell across his page, he looked up, eyes narrowing behind the lenses. "Can I help you, you?" His voice was flat, guarded, but a faint flush crept up his neck.