They all knew him as the adorable, playful boy — the one with silly jokes, sparkly eyes, and too many hugs to give.

Not one soul had ever seen Jeon Jungkook truly angry.

But Niya… she just pushed too far.

It happened during lunch hour.

Jungkook was sitting in the corner of the college café, headphones in, sketching something in his notebook — most likely a doodle of you.

Niya walked over, her heels clicking sharply on the floor. Without asking, she sat across from him, her face smug.

“Jungkook. We need to talk.”

He didn’t look up.

“Not interested.”

“It’s about YN.”

He froze for half a second, jaw clenched. But still, no response.

“You should know… she’s not the innocent girl you think she is.”

“She flirts. A lot. I’ve seen her touch other guys—laughing like she doesn’t have a boyfriend. God knows how many she’s been with before you.”

Still no reaction.

So she pushed further.

“I don’t want to be the one to tell you this, but someone needs to open your eyes. She’s just a clingy little slut—”

CRASH.

The table between them flew across the café, smashing into the wall. Plates shattered. Everyone turned.

And for the first time, the campus saw him.

Jungkook stood, towering, trembling.

His jaw was locked. His fists were clenched. His eyes—bloodshot. Not teary. Not emotional. Unforgiving.

“How… DARE you!”

His voice roared like thunder across the room.

The café fell dead silent.

Chairs scraped as students moved back. Some gasped. Some just stared.

Niya flinched. She had never — never — seen him like this.

“You think you can say anything about her and walk away unharmed?”

“You can lie. Manipulate. But call her that again, and I swear to God, Niya, I’ll make you regret ever opening your mouth!”

He stepped forward, raising his hand—

“Jungkook!”

You had just entered the room when you saw the chaos — tables on the ground, Niya frozen, and your boyfriend, the one who once cried when a kitten got hurt on the street — now standing with murder in his eyes.

You rushed forward and grabbed his wrist.

“Stop.”

Your voice cracked.

“Jungkook… look at me.”

He turned.

He was breathing heavily, eyes burning, lips pressed into a thin line. His hand trembled in yours.

But when his eyes met yours… something changed. Shame. Pain. Fury.

“Don’t come in between, YN,” he whispered, voice hoarse.

“You don’t understand… no one talks about you like that. No one.”

“I know,” you whispered back, your palm against his chest.

“But hurting her will only stain you. She’s not worth that.”

The room was still watching. Students were frozen in their spots, whispering.

But you didn’t care.

He slowly stepped back, still trembling. His eyes never left yours.

“I never wanted to show you this side of me.”

“But she… she crossed the line.”

“I can take anything… but not someone hurting you.”

You wrapped your arms around him.

“I know you love me, Jungkook.”

“And I love you. That’s why I’m asking you… walk away from this. With me.”

He held you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder. His body was hot from anger, but his soul — breaking.

And Niya? She sat there, speechless. Pale. Humiliated. Her power, shattered in front of everyone.

Later, outside the campus gate, you and Jungkook sat on a bench under a tree.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said.

“I never wanted you to see that side of me. I’ve been holding it back my whole life. I thought I could control it.”

“But she touched the only thing I truly care about. And I lost it.”

“It scared me,” you admitted softly.

“But what scared me more… was the thought of you getting in trouble for someone like her.”

He looked at you, eyes raw and vulnerable.

“You’re the only one who can calm that storm in me, YN. Without you… I don’t know what I’d become.”

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers.

“You’ll always be my Jungkook. Even if the world sees a storm… I know you’re the calm beneath it.”

He smiled, a little broken, but filled with love.

And right then, in that moment — you knew —

No one could ever come between you again.

The storm hadn't passed — it had only moved outside the café.

Jungkook walked beside you in silence, fists still clenched, breath uneven. His jaw was locked, brows furrowed, and his eyes were filled with fire he couldn't put out.

You had never seen him like this — not even close.

Every step was stiff, heavy with boiling restraint.

You led him to a quiet, empty classroom with no one around, locked the door behind you, and turned to face the boy who looked like he was at war with himself.

He didn’t speak. Just stood there, trembling, hands on his hips, chest rising and falling sharply like he was still fighting the urge to explode.

“Jungkook…”

Your voice was gentle.

He didn’t reply. His eyes darted to the floor, his foot tapping relentlessly.

“Breathe, baby. Please.”

You reached out to touch his arm.

He flinched slightly, then looked at you — and you saw it.

The pain behind the rage. The helplessness. His throat bobbed. His hands shook.

“I hate this,” he whispered.

“I hate losing control. I hate that she made me feel that way. That she made me want to hurt her.”

“You didn’t,” you said softly. “You stopped.”

“Only because you stopped me. I would've—God, I almost—”

His voice cracked.

Without another word, you stepped forward.

You didn’t speak. You moved.

You gently sat on his lap as he stood frozen against the desk behind him. Your knees straddled his thighs, hands reaching for his face, thumbs brushing the corners of his trembling jaw.

You leaned in, forehead pressed against his, your breath warm against his lips.

“Let me calm you down, Jungkook.”

You whispered like a promise.

“Let me hold you together.”

And then, your lips met his.

A soft, slow kiss. No urgency. No passion laced with lust.

Only love.

Only healing.

You kissed him gently, again and again. And slowly… he responded.

His hands found your waist — gripping, trembling — pulling you closer like he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers.

“Don’t leave,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Please…”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

As you kept kissing him, caressing his cheeks, brushing your fingers through his hair, something cracked inside him.

And then, it came.

The tears.

Silent at first — just a warm drop against your cheek as your lips met again.

Then another. And another.

And suddenly Jungkook was holding you like a lifeline, burying his face in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin with trembling lips, and crying.

“I’m sorry,” he choked.

“I’m sorry for showing you that side of me. I didn’t want you to see it. I didn’t want to be that person.”

You hugged him tighter, rocking him slightly.

You’re not him. You’re still my Jungkook. Sweet. Silly. Soft-hearted. This pain — this anger — it doesn’t make you a monster. It just means you love me too much.”

He kissed you again, lips salty from tears, hands no longer shaking — now just holding you close, clinging to your warmth.

“You calm the chaos in me, YN.”

“Without you… I wouldn’t know how to come back.”

You kissed his forehead, his eyes, his cheeks — letting your touch be his balm.

“Then always come back to me.”

“Whenever it’s too much. I’ll be here. I’ll hold your fire, Jungkook… and I’ll love it out of you.”

Later...

He didn’t want to let go.

You stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other. No more words. No more tears. Just breaths… slowing.

Hearts… syncing.

And outside, the world could think what it wanted.

But inside that room?

It was just you and the boy who almost burned down the world for you —

and you, the only one who knew how to put out his fire without turning him to ash.

The next day at college was not normal.

The story of Jungkook flipping the table and almost hitting Niya had spread like wildfire. Whispers followed in every corridor.

“Did you hear what happened in the cafeteria?”

“Jeon Jungkook? That Jungkook?”

“He almost hit Niya! I heard he screamed at her in front of everyone.”

“It was because she insulted YN, right?”

For once, people weren’t gossiping about you with bitterness —

They were on your side.

Because the truth had started to unravel.

One of the girls from the café came up to you quietly:

“I’m sorry for how Niya used to treat you. We all saw it… but no one said anything.”

Others kept their distance from Niya — whose usual crowd had either gone silent or turned against her. She walked the halls alone now. The once-confident girl who ruled the social scene... now wore sunglasses indoors, hiding swollen eyes and bruised pride.

And she knew it.

She knew the boy she always believed belonged to her had destroyed his peace for someone else.

For you.

That night, you were in Jungkook’s room.

His lights were dim, only the soft glow of his fairy lights above the bed coloring the walls. He sat on the edge of the mattress, hair messy from a shower, in a simple hoodie and sweatpants — but he looked tired.

You came from behind and wrapped your arms around him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Rough day?”

“They’re all staring,” he said quietly.

“Like I’m some ticking bomb now.”

You hugged him tighter.

“Then let them stare. The people who matter know the truth. And they’ll still see the boy who cries over sad movies and steals my fries.”

He let out a small laugh, leaning his head against yours.

“Do you think I’m still good, YN?”

“After everything?”

You walked around to face him, kneeling between his legs, placing your hands on his cheeks.

“I think you’re better than good. You were angry because you love. That doesn’t make you bad. It makes you real. Human. And even in your rage… you didn’t cross the line. You stopped yourself. That’s strength, Kook.”

He stared into your eyes, searching, then pulled you into his lap again — this time not out of desperation, but for comfort.

Your head rested on his chest as his arms wrapped around you tightly.

“I don’t want to lose myself, YN. I just want to be someone who protects you… without hurting anyone.”

“Then be him,” you whispered.

“But when the world gets too loud — come here. To me. I’ll always be your quiet place.”

You looked up. He kissed you. Slowly. Gently.

This time, no anger. No tears.

Just love.

And healing.

And when you fell asleep in his arms that night, curled into his warmth, the world outside could do whatever it wanted.

But he was safe with you.

And you?

You were already home.

To be continued...