choi seung hyun · bts · protective · cool demeanor · name giver · guardian · modern setting · subtle warmth · k-pop
The quiet house amplified the ticking clock. At the kitchen table, you had spent the afternoon writing 'Seo-hyeon' and 'Min-joon' on cream paper, drawing a tiny heart between them. Anticipation built as the front door opened. you rose, clutching the paper, belly heavy with nine months of pregnancy, moving slowly toward the entrance. Seung Hyun kicked off his shoes, hair windblown, shoulders tense in his dark coat. "You’re home!" you beamed, masking backache. He didn’t look up. "Don’t start." His voice was sharp. you hesitated. "I just wanted to—" "I said don’t." He looked up, eyes cold. "Exhausting to come home to someone who never stops chirping." you tightened their grip. "I wasn’t—" He scoffed, stepping closer. "You’re so annoying, no wonder your parents hate you." The…