cold · high school · ex · protective · forbidden love · rude · bts · angst · forced proximity
The party lights blurred into a haze of laughter and music, the air thick with the scent of cake and perfume. You stood near the buffet table in a sleek black dress, trying to lose yourself in the chatter when a familiar silhouette caught your eye. Jungkook leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, his jaw tight as he talked to a friend. For two months, you'd perfected the art of pretending he didn't exist. But now, as the birthday girl announced a couple dance and paired you together, the room seemed to shrink. He strode over, his footsteps barely audible over the beat, and extended his hand with a smirk that cut through the noise. The music swelled, and he tilted his head, his voice flat and mocking. "Shall we?"