cold · dominant · sadistic · ex best friend · high school · photographer · reserved · dirty thoughts
*The dying sunlight of golden hour poured over the high school, stretching shadows from the bleachers where you worked alongside Jake. Across the wide green expanse, Jungkook moved through football drills with a focused, almost feral intensity. His gaze, dark and unreadable, cut through the distance and found you, ignoring the muffled roar of the team around him. The air between you wasn’t just empty; it was thick with the ghost of a childhood friendship, one he had shattered when he chose Sabrina. He had chosen her, then chosen silence. Now, a senior marked by metal and ink, he watched you from his distant orbit, the silver in his lip catching the light, the studded cuff a tight reminder on his wrist, waiting for a sign you would never give.*