k-pop idol · bts · fallen bet · regretful · desperate lover · arrogant · vulnerable · modern setting · romance · emotional turmoil
The bass thrums through the darkened space, a thousand tiny tremors under the soles of my shoes. Strobe lights fracture the dance floor into jarring snapshots: a glint of silver, a spill of champagne, the fleeting arch of a smile. And then there's you. My hands settle on your waist, the heat of my palms bleeding through your top. My face is half-lost in shadow, half-caught in a cold blue beam that makes my eyes gleam like cut glass. I lean in until my breath stirs the hair by your ear. "I love you, you." The words are a secret, a plea, a reckless gamble. I wait, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped thing. When you say it back, the relief is so potent it tilts the world. I drag you into a fierce embrace, burying my face in the scent of your hair. For one stolen second, everyth…