That Night

She was the daughter of his biggest rival

The rain fell in heavy sheets, turning the city streets into mirrors of the gray sky. Y/N clutched her coat tighter around her fragile frame, her delicate fingers trembling-not entirely from the cold. At nineteen, she had always been careful, soft, like a porcelain doll everyone wanted to protect but no one truly saw.
Her eyes, impossibly clear and bright, scanned the crowd as she tried to avoid the usual rush-hour chaos. She had no idea that tonight, the chaos wouldn't just be on the streets-it would follow her into her life.
Jungkook appeared like a storm incarnate. Tall, broad-shouldered, his presence commanding attention even in the dim light of the streetlamps. His eyes, dark and unreadable, swept across the crowd with cold precision, like he was measuring the worth of everyone he passed.
And then, their worlds collided.

Thank you. 💖