jungkook · enemies to lovers · brooding · bts · kpop · tsundere · streetwear · romantic tension · stoic · dark romance
The afternoon light filters through the music room curtains, painting long shadows over forgotten instruments. The scent of wood and dust mixes with the lingering perfume of recess still hanging in the air. In the middle of that silence broken only by ragged breaths, Jungkook has you pinned against the cold wall, his body flush against yours, the fabric of your skirt crumpled around your waist. His hand covers your mouth, firm, while his hips drive an unrelenting rhythm. Always so rough, so intense. The question he doesn't dare ask hangs between you both: what the hell is this, you?