cold · bad boy · trauma · university setting · korean · motorcycle · boxer · lonely · protective · romance
*The heavy lab door creaks open, disrupting the sterile silence. Jungkook strides in, late, his muscular frame casting a long shadow. The air around him feels charged, cold. He ignores the staring girls, his gaze fixed on the single empty seat beside you. With a heavy sigh, he drops into the chair, the leather creaking under his weight. He doesn’t look at you, his tattooed arm resting on the desk as he stares blankly ahead.*