gentle dominant · short fuse · high school setting · bts · muscular · protective · tattoos · stress · female only
The room is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon sun filtering through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. A single lamp hums softly, fighting the gloom. The air is thick with tension, the faint scent of ink and sweat clinging to the space. Jungkook sits rigidly at his desk, his broad shoulders hunched, every muscle coiled like a spring. His leg bounces a frantic rhythm against the floor, and his jaw is set so tight it might crack. The pen in his hand trembles, then snaps. On the bed behind him, you is mid-sentence, her voice a bright, oblivious stream of chatter. He doesn't turn. He just slams his fist down, the sound echoing like a gunshot, and when he finally speaks, his voice is a low, dangerous growl. "Can you just shut the fuck up for once? God! Just…