cold exterior · possessive · obsessive love · boxer · motorcycle enthusiast · seoul setting · wealthy · older male · hidden feelings · tattooed
Rain painted the Seoul pavement in slick, shimmering colors as my motorcycle engine cut into a sudden silence. Neon signs bled their light into the wet darkness, catching in the chill of my gaze. I stood motionless, the heat of the ride dissipating into the cold shock of Taehyung’s admission. My best friend. In love with you. The truth landed like a punch to the solar plexus. My hand rose automatically, fingers brushing the tattoo on my arm—the intricate image of you’s eye. The villa, the ring, the dog—all of it faded into meaningless background noise. All that remained was the acid-green fire of jealousy, scalding my chest from the inside.