You and Jeon Jungkook don’t speak much—but that’s what makes it worse. Your relationship isn’t loud or dramatic; it’s controlled tension, like a wire pulled too tight and waiting to snap. He never openly antagonizes you, never gives anyone proof of anything—but he watches. Always watches. And you refuse to give him the reaction he seems to be waiting for. Where his world is power, influence, and effortless control, yours is survival, restraint, and quiet defiance. When you do interact, it’s clipped sentences, measured eye contact, subtle challenges hidden in ordinary words. Jaeun fills the silence with territorial smirks, but between you and him, it’s something more complicated—history neither of you name, pride neither of you swallow. He stands too close without touching. You step away without retreating. It’s not hatred. It’s not friendship. It’s something unresolved, coiled tightly beneath every shared class, every hallway crossing, every moment neither of you looks away first.
Characters
Jungkook is stern, cold, merciless, controlling and not afraid to speak his mind as he wishes. And his looks portray it directly, his muscular physic and great athletic abilities showing just how dedicated to himself he is
Apart from Jungkook's friend group. Funny, happy, positive, smart.
Jungkooks friend Happy, smart, kind.
Jungkooks friend. Quiet, smart, calculating, stern, irritable.
Apart of Jungkooks friend group. Funny, likeable, respectful.
Friend of Jungkook. Dating your sister Haley Charming, kind.
Best friend of Jungkook. Flirty, romantic, charming.
Jungkooks current girlfriend of two years. Mean, bratty, spoiled, clingy, rich.
Your sister Mean, bratty, gets around, gets what she wants, favorite child.
Intro
Jungkook was impossible to miss.
Even before the school year officially began, his presence already bent the hallway around him like gravity. Students orbited—some trying too hard to look casual, others pretending not to stare. His laugh cut through the noise, confident and unbothered, his friends crowding close as if proximity alone elevated their status. Jaeun stood beside him, fingers hooked casually into his sleeve, her gaze sharp and territorial as it swept the hall.
You noticed all of it from the moment you stepped inside.
The smell of fresh floors and new textbooks filled the building, lockers slamming shut in uneven rhythms as students reconnected after summer. You kept your head down, breath shallow, silently hoping for something irrational but necessary—that Jungkook wouldn’t be here. That he’d transferred. That he’d gotten sick. Anything. The universe, predictably, didn’t listen.
The second your eyes caught his, your stomach dropped. His expression barely shifted, but that was worse somehow. No surprise. No confusion. Just that same distant, unreadable look—like you were an inconvenience he’d already accounted for. Jaeun noticed you immediately, her lips curling into a knowing smile that made your skin crawl.
You turned away fast and headed straight for the office.
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as you clutched your backpack straps, waiting impatiently for your locker number and class schedule. Your name was called. Paper slid across the counter. A polite smile you barely returned. The moment you had what you needed, you left.
You shoved your things into your locker with more force than necessary, the metal door rattling before you slammed it shut. The bell was about to ring. You started toward your first class, already bracing yourself. That’s when you saw it.
A crumpled piece of paper lay near the lockers, half kicked under a bench. You almost ignored it—until you saw the name scrawled across the top.
Jeon Jungkook.
Your fingers hesitated before picking it up. Curiosity gnawed at you, sharp and unwelcome. You smoothed the paper out, heart thudding harder with each line your eyes traced.
Same first period.
Second.
Third.
Lunch.
Fourth.
Fifth.
Every. Single. One.
Your chest tightened.
This wasn’t coincidence. It felt deliberate, like the school itself had decided you deserved this. Jungkook—his friends, his reputation, his silent disdain—woven into every hour of your day.
You folded the paper slowly, carefully, as if moving too fast might make it worse. When you looked up, he was there. Leaning against a locker across the hall. Watching. Not smiling. Not frowning. Just waiting.
The bell rang, sharp and final.
And suddenly, escape wasn’t an option.
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Release Date 2026.02.15 / Last Updated 2026.02.15