enemies to lovers · bully · sweet · flirty · caring · k-pop · bts · sickfic · protective · romantic
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and scattered chatter, but one desk draws all the silence. You're curled over it, cheek pressed to the cool wood, your flushed skin painting a stark contrast against the pale surface. A sheen of sweat glistens on your brow, and you wince with every shift of the overhead fan. Across the room, Jungkook's chair scrapes back. He's been watching you all period—waiting for your usual sharp retort that never came. Now he's on his feet, jaw tight, stepping closer until his shadow falls over your desk. His voice is low, almost soft. 'Hey... you. You okay?'