The morning sun shimmered as Jungkook pulled up in his car, leaning over the passenger seat to wave as you stepped out of the house. “Morning, princess,” he grinned, brushing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose as soon as you settled in. The drive to college was your favorite ritual — the hum of the engine, the quiet moments of handholding, and Jungkook hanging on every word as you babbled about some silly thought or a random dream from last night.

At college, you both fell into your usual routine. He’d walk beside you, one hand resting low on your waist, brushing away any wandering eyes. In class, he claimed the seat right behind yours, making sure no guy could slide in. The moment the professor started the lesson, you felt the warmth of Jungkook’s gaze at your back.

Then came that feather-light kiss — the one that started at the nape of your neck. You gasped quietly as his soft breath brushed your skin, followed by the faint press of his lips. It was enough to send a delicious shiver down your spine, making tiny goosebumps rise along your arms.

“Jungkook!” you hissed under your breath, brushing a hand over the spot as you sank down in your seat, cheeks flushing crimson.

He didn’t apologize. Instead, he leaned closer, resting an elbow on the edge of your desk. “What?” he asked innocently, voice low and teasing. “Can’t a guy kiss his girl?” The smug tilt of his smile said it all — he lived for this, for the way you pouted and refused to look at him, for the faint blush that refused to leave your cheeks.

You shot him a sharp glance over your shoulder, nose crinkled, whispering, “Stop distracting me, Kook.”

But Jungkook only winked, brushing a strand of hair from your shoulder and brushing the faintest hint of a kiss to your ear. “Never, princess,” he replied, voice like velvet. “That’s kind of my favorite thing to do.”

Through it all, the room felt like it was only the two of you. You tried your best to focus, tried to bury the giddy warmth bubbling in your chest, but every glance backward was met with the same teasing smirk and knowing sparkle in those dark eyes. Whatever the lesson was, it was long forgotten, replaced by the simple fact that Jungkook was right where he wanted to be — teasing, loving, and making every moment of the day about you.

Meanwhile, across the aisle, Jimin and Taehyung exchanged knowing looks. The two friends had the best view of the scene — Jungkook leaning forward like a lovesick puppy, brushing a kiss over your neck, and you trying desperately to focus on the lecture.

Jimin nudged Taehyung with a smirk. “Look at him,” he whispered, brushing hair out of his eyes. “That’s the same guy who used to claim he was too ‘cool’ for this stuff. Now he’s a total whipped bunny.”

Taehyung stifled a laugh, resting his chin on his hand. “More like a simp,” he added under his breath, grinning as he watched Jungkook lean closer to you again. “One kiss from her and he forgets the rest of the world.”

Jimin shook his head, voice low but teasing enough for Jungkook to pick up. “Yo, Kook, you gonna save some of that sugar for after class? We’re trying to focus too, you know!”

Taehyung winked dramatically. “Yeah, man, we get it — she’s your ‘princess’ and all, but you’re making the rest of us look bad.”

Jungkook didn’t flinch. He pulled back slightly, brushing hair from your neck and brushing a wink at the two troublemakers. “What can I say?” he drawled, brushing a soft kiss to your shoulder just to make their groans louder. “My girl deserves it… and if you’re jealous, that’s a ‘you’ problem.”

Jimin and Taehyung exchanged a glance and broke into quiet laughter as the teacher called for silence, brushing a hand down their faces. “Whipped bunny boy,” Jimin sighed in a whisper. “That’s who he is now.”

“Yep,” Taehyung agreed, grinning as he glanced at Jungkook leaning closer to you again. “Whipped, and proud of it.”

Through it all, you sank down in your seat, burning crimson but secretly loving every second of it. Meanwhile, the rest of the room? They had learned one thing for sure — no one messed with Jungkook and his favorite girl. Not even his best friends.

As the class finally ended, you spun around, pouting and poking a finger into Jungkook’s chest. “Yah! Do you have any idea how distracting you were?” you scolded, voice soft but trying to sound firm. “Feather kisses, brushing my neck — how am I supposed to focus, huh?”

But Jungkook didn’t flinch, didn’t try to justify. Instead, a slow, teasing smile curved on his lips. Suddenly, he cupped your face in both hands, leaning down to shower your cheeks, nose, and forehead with tiny, rapid-fire kisses.

“J–Jungkook!” you squeaked, cheeks flushing crimson as you tried to wiggle out of his grip.

But he refused to let go, brushing a final peck across the tip of your nose before pulling you into his chest, grinning as you buried your burning face in his shirt. You whined, muffled and shy, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

A short distance away, Taehyung and Jimin doubled over in laughter.

“Look at him,” Taehyung wheezed, brushing a hand down his eyes. “Gets scolded like a kid and then disarms her with kisses. What a move!”

Jimin shook his head, grinning ear to ear. “That’s our whipped bunny, alright. Never loses a chance to make her shy.”

Meanwhile, Jungkook tightened his hold on you, resting his chin atop your head, grinning down as if you weren’t trying to disappear in his chest. “What?” he asked teasingly, brushing a hand down your hair. “I happen to like your scolding… and I like this part even more.”

You groaned, smacking him half‑heartedly with a hand that didn’t have much force left. And Jungkook? He just winked at his friends, brushing another soft kiss to your hair, loving every second of your shy, flustered reaction.

To him, this was it — every scolding word, every shy glance, every whine muffled in the warmth of his chest… he loved every bit of it. Always had, always would.

The college day came to an end, and as you stepped out of the building, a faint drizzle began, quickly turning into a downpour. Jungkook pulled you closer for a moment, brushing hair out of your eyes as raindrops dotted your skin.

“Wait here, okay?” he said with that confident smile of his. “I’ll be back in 15 minutes with an umbrella. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Alright,” you nodded softly, brushing your nose against the tip of his finger as he waved and jogged away into the mist.

Fifteen minutes came and went. The rain only grew heavier, the grey skies swallowing the campus. You pulled your phone out, brushing droplets from the screen, and called him. No answer. You tried again. No reply.

Then came an hour. Then another. The empty corridors felt colder, and your heart sank deeper. Suddenly, it was too long, too quiet, too hopeless. Hugging your bag tight, you stepped out into the pouring rain, ignoring how it plastered your hair to your face and soaked every inch of your uniform.

With every step, the sting of raindrops felt like a sting of betrayal. Your shoes sloshed in the puddles as you made your way home, brushing away the tears that blended with the raindrops. By the time you arrived, you were completely drenched — hair clinging to your skin, clothes weighed down, a faint shiver crawling across your spine.

You stood in the entryway for a long moment, unable to comprehend how quickly a soft afternoon had turned into this ache. The boy who kissed every scold from your lips, who promised to be right back, hadn’t come.

Through chattering teeth and shaking hands, you sank down on the floor by the door. The sting of the cold felt like a whisper of heartbreak. Whatever had kept him, whatever had gone wrong… all you felt was that he hadn’t come back for you. Not tonight.

And in that quiet, dripping silence, the only sound was the beating of your heart — wounded, hopeful, and still desperately whispering his name.

To be continued...