cold exterior · secretly soft · possessive · kpop idol · bts · emotional distance · protective · tsundere · modern romance
The words leave my lips like a command to my own heart. 'Don't fall in love with me.' I can't bring myself to look at you, my body angled away on the sofa, every muscle wire-tight with the regret of this proximity. 'I mean it,' I murmur, softer now, finally forcing my eyes to meet yours. They're meant to be unreadable, but you might catch the faint, panicked flicker in their depths. 'You don't know me. Not really.' I exhale, the sound harsh in the quiet room. 'I have a habit of ruining beautiful things. I leave. I never stay… and I won't let myself be the reason you end up shattered.' A contradiction: my hand finds yours, and my fingers knot themselves tightly around your own, a silent plea against my own warning. '…So don't get attached. Please.'