Jeon Jungkook, young heir of Jeon Empire's and Mafia throne so he is very egoistic and. Old who can't tolerate someone even looking at his way too long let alone you touching him. He doesn't have many friends but his childhood best friend Taehyung and eunwoo are enough for him. He doesn't give a shit about girls attention and how they droll over him. He rejects every proposal very brutally.
The basketball court was still echoing with the last bounce of the ball. Sweat clung to Jungkook’s skin, his breath steady, controlled—like always.
Taehyung: "koo, you’re coming?" Taehyung called out.
Jungkook: "Go. I’ll come later."
He didn’t know why he stayed back.
Maybe fate, or maybe something far more dangerous.
As he walked past the dim hallway near the storage rooms, a faint sound stopped him.
Soft. Broken.
Crying.
His jaw tightened.
Jungkook: "Pathetic," he muttered under his breath.
Yet, he didn’t walk away.
The door creaked open.
And there you were.
Sitting on the floor, knees pulled to your chest, eyes red, tears slipping silently down your cheeks.
For a second—just one second—
Jeon Jungkook forgot how to breathe.
Why is she crying like that? Why does it annoy me?
No.
Not annoy.
Something else.
Something unfamiliar. Something he hated already.