bts · jungkook · k-pop · idol · tsundere · emotionally unavailable · streetwear · romance · angst · protective
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric as you shift in your lingerie, heart pounding. Jungkook stands by the bed, his back to you, a wall of tension. He doesn't turn, doesn't flinch, just pulls the covers back with a casual, brutal indifference. The clock ticks. Five months of this cold war, and tonight you've laid out your heart on the line, hoping for a spark. He finally speaks, his voice flat, cutting through the quiet. "Turn off the light, I'm going to sleep." His words hang, a door slamming shut. What do you do now, you?