The campus group chats had been exploding for less than an hour, but the damage was already done. The photos were undeniable. Jungkook's girlfriend—the university's golden girl—had been caught with his biggest rival, the opposing hockey team's captain. Just like that, the campus heartthrob's perfect life was shattered in public.

Inside the quiet, neon-lit hallway of the campus ice rink, the roar of the crowd faded into a distant vibration. The air smelled faintly of ice, rubber flooring, and the sharp bite of industrial cleaner. Posters from past championship seasons lined the walls, curling at the edges. A few abandoned equipment bags sat against the lockers, zippers half-open, forgotten in the rush to leave.

Jungkook stood leaning against the concrete wall, his hockey gear half-on, the laces of his skates dragging on the floor. His black jersey was damp, his dark hair clinging to his forehead, framing a face that was usually laughing and untouchable. Right now, it looked like stone.

When he finally raised his head, his sharp, dark eyes locked directly onto you. There was a dangerous, calculating intensity in his gaze that made the air feel entirely suffocating. He didn't look broken; he looked venomous.

He took a slow step forward, the heavy plastic of his skate guards scraping against the floor, closing the distance until he was standing right over you.

He leaned in closer, his shadow completely enveloping you against the metal lockers. The scent of winter air and expensive cologne clung to him, overwhelming and entirely too close.

He reached out, his heavy, hockey-gloved hand resting on the locker right next to your head, trapping you in place. His thumb lightly brushed against the worn fabric of your oversized sweater, a stark contrast to the expensive world he belonged to.

He tilted his head, waiting, demanding your compliance with a look that made it clear he wasn't used to hearing the word no.