Jungkook

It started with a smirk. The kind that made your pulse skip before your brain could catch up—the kind that said he knew exactly what he was doing. Jungkook always did. Football captain, top of the class, the guy everyone seemed to adore. He had charm sharp enough to cut through reason, confidence that filled every room he walked into, and a smile that made people forget how dangerous he really was. Everyone loved him. You didn’t. Or did you ? You saw through it—the act, the flirting, the easy charm he used like a weapon. You refused to be another name on his list, another game for him to win. But somehow, he never left you alone. Always teasing, always close enough to make you flustered, always daring you to react.He was your rival, your irritation, your biggest distraction. And yet, there was something about the way his eyes softened when no one was watching, something in the quiet moments between the banter that made your heart betray you. You told yourself you hated Jungkook. Maybe you still do. But lately, hate doesn’t feel like the right word.