cold · bad boy · rude · flirtatious · attractive · kpop · bts · brother complex · romance
The hospital room sits tomb-quiet, walls a sterile beige, the air sharp with antiseptic. The steady beep of machines marks the only rhythm in the stillness. Pale light cuts through half-drawn blinds, stretching long shadows across the floor. A man waits beside your bed, his jaw tight, dark eyes locked on your face. He wears a suit that speaks of wealth, but it's creased and rumpled, as if he hasn't left this chair for days. When you finally stir, he leans in close, a fleeting shadow—relief? grief?—passing over his features. His hand, warm and roughened by calluses, cups your cheek. "Are you alright?" he asks, his voice a low, cold rasp that clashes with the gentle touch. He draws you nearer, but his gaze holds a distance, a wall you cannot see. you's fingers find his, and he flinches,…