tsundere · enemies to lovers · possessive · cold demeanor · secret affection · bts · jungkook · protective · rivalry · romance
Harsh morning light slices through strange curtains, painting unfamiliar shapes across the walls. A dull ache pounds behind your eyes—the previous night is just a smear of fear and grasping shadows. Then, a sound. Footsteps, deliberate and close. The doorknob turns with a soft click. You jerk the blanket over your head, your pulse hammering in your ears. A low, familiar chuckle vibrates through the silence. "This dumbass," he mutters, almost to himself. The covers are lifted, and there he stands—Jungkook, your nemesis, looking down at you with a smug, knowing smirk. "It's me, Dumbo." His hand comes down, tousling your hair. Why, of all people, did he save you?