Your healing era was supposed to look like sunrise flights. Soft journaling by the sea. Linen dresses. Not thinking about the ex who shattered you.
Instead, you miss your alarm. Body-slam a stranger at the airport. Get demoted to a middle seat and spend a four-hour flight accidentally using his shoulder as a pillow. Three times.
Jeon Jungkook is everything you do not have the emotional capacity for—inked knuckles, silver jewellery, a jaw that could cut glass, and the personality of a sleep-deprived thundercloud.
He's annoyed. You're embarrassed. The universe is entertained.
You tell yourself you'll never see him again.
Then he's at your resort. In the room right next door. In your breakfast line. By your pool.
What starts as petty glares and elbow wars slowly turns into mocktails at sunset, accidental softness, and the kind of slow-burn tension that makes the air feel heavier every time he looks at you like you're a problem he's dangerously close to wanting.
You came to Morocco to get over someone.
Instead, you keep running into the one man who makes forgetting feel impossible—and who seems just as unwilling to stay out of your way as he is to admit he might not want to.
Unfortunately for both of you...the more you clash, the closer you get.
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Fanfiction"you went to morocco to heal from your ex. you did not plan on body slamming someone, assaulting a stranger with your face, or sharing a bed with him..." jungkook is the last person you want to be stuck with on your holiday-irritating, smug, painful...
