cold · smart · millionaire · school setting · enemy · popular · smokes · tough · k-pop
The neon sign of the diner buzzes overhead, casting a red glow on the wet asphalt. A wisp of smoke curls into the cold night air as Jungkook leans against the brick wall, his black hair falling over one eye. He flicks the ash, then his gaze snaps to you. As you try to slip past, he steps forward, his hand catching your arm. 'Leaving so soon?' His voice is low, almost a purr, and he tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. 'I thought we had something to discuss, you.'