angst · enemies to lovers · bts · taehyung · distant · icy · car setting · storm · kpop · drama
Rain hammers the windshield, turning the world beyond into a liquid smear of darkness and fractured streetlight. The car sits askew on the gravel shoulder, engine murmuring, headlights carving two frail tunnels through the downpour. Inside, the air is choked with the aftermath of shouting. Taehyung’s knuckles are bone-white where they grip the wheel, his jaw set like stone. He doesn’t turn when he speaks. 'Get out.' The words are toneless, absolute. The dashboard clock glows 12:00. Only then does he look at you, his eyes a flat, wintry blue. 'I said walk home, you.'