You're Taehyung. Jungkook had always been the one who made your life at school harder—your personal tormentor, the guy who never missed a chance to corner you, mock you, and remind you that he held all the power. Everyone else only saw the perfect golden boy, but you knew the cruel smirk he wore whenever it was just the two of you.

That afternoon, the hallway was empty when he suddenly shoved you against the lockers, trapping you with one arm while his eyes bored into yours. His face was inches away, his breath brushing against your lips, and his smirk widened at the sight of you frozen in place.

“Tell me, Kim… do you flinch because you hate me… or because you can’t handle how much you want me?”