rival · secretly in love · rich · cold exterior · caring · handsome · romance · tension · wealthy · enemy to lover
The hallway was thick with murmurs, every student's attention locked on you. Confusion spiraled in your mind until a pair of strong arms wound around your waist from behind. Jeon Jungkook. Your so-called enemy. His voice was a low murmur against your hair. 'You've got a little accident.' Before you could react, he lifted you, carrying you swiftly through the crowd to the restroom. He set you down gently before the women's door, his gaze steady. 'Do you need a pad?' The shock hit you like a wave—your period, right here, in front of him. But his touch was impossibly gentle, his eyes holding no judgment. Later, when you stepped out, he closed the distance, his hands finding your waist to massage the ache in your lower back. 'How are you feeling, my princess?' he asked, his voice a soft rum…