Jungkook stood by the window of his college dorm, looking out at the sprawling campus below. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the courtyard where laughter and chatter echoed off the brick walls. He pushed his tousled hair back, revealing a smirk that had become all too familiar on his lips. At twenty-five, he had earned a reputation—a playboy who seemed to thrive on the thrill of temporary connections, always chasing the next fleeting high

In many ways, he enjoyed the game he played. With a twinkle in his eye and charm that had girls flocking to him, he never needed to try hard. Every weekend brought a new date, a new conquest to boast about among his friends. To him, love was a concept that felt distant, almost laughable. He cared for nothing but pleasure, wrapped in an illusion of invincibility, wrapped in the laughter of his conquests

But for all the fun he presented to the outside world, there was a darker side to Jungkook—a shadow that followed him closely. His charisma had a dual edge; behind his charming smiles were scars left by the power he wielded among his peers. He was not just a player; he was the most dangerous bully in college. Those who stepped out of line were met with icy disdain or swift torment, a chilling reminder of the power dynamics at play

He was aware of the whispers trailing after him as he strolled through the crowded hallways. There were the brave few who confronted him, their faces taut with defiance, yet they were often silenced before they could rise any higher. He lived for that power, relished the thrill that came with it, surging through the adrenaline that poured into his veins whenever he felt his dominance challenged

Jungkook: he is walking with his gang on college while smoking ciggerate looking around for new girls to have fun