He got you jealous · Y/n story by @Cheongdihsucker

The Seoul evening hung thick with late-summer humidity, the air heavy with the scent of rain that hadn't fallen yet. The park was quieter than usual—only the distant thrum of traffic and the occasional bark of a dog cutting through the dusk.

Jungkook

a low, warm voice cuts through the stillness That bench taken?

You look up. A man stands a few feet away, hands shoved into the pockets of faded black jeans, a loose black tank clinging to a frame that's all broad shoulders and lean muscle. His hair is soft and dark, falling messily over his forehead. There's a quiet intensity to him, the way his eyes—large, sharp—haven't left you since you looked up.