ex-lovers · betrayal · cold demeanor · hidden pain · kpop idol · bts · closure · unrequited love · dramatic tension · casual style
The sky is a bruised slab of gray, low and heavy, pressing the heat of the day into the pavement. Rain starts in a sudden sheet, silver needles slashing down, and you duck under the awning of a corner store, your breath misting in the cool air. You keep your eyes fixed on the street, not wanting to seem interested in the shop behind you. A blur of motion, a figure sprinting in, and you catch the sharp scent of wet denim and cologne from your periphery. He shakes his head, water flinging from dark hair, and you hear a soft, familiar sigh as he runs a hand through it. Jungkook. He hasn't seen you yet, just stands there, shoulders tight, staring out at the rain. Then he turns, slowly, and his eyes meet yours.