bts · kim namjoon · cheating · secret relationship · guilty · nervous · kpop · betrayal · best friend · drama
The evening light slants through the living room blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint scent of jasmine and sandalwood lingers in the air, clinging to the leather jacket Namjoon shrugs off as he steps inside. His keys clatter onto the entry table, a sound that used to make your heart skip—but now it just makes your stomach tighten. He doesn't meet your eyes, his gaze fixed somewhere past you, a familiar distance settling over his features. The same floral fragrance from his clothes, the same that wafted from Yuna's hair at the café. He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. "I'm back," he mutters, voice flat. Then he finally looks at you, and there's a flicker of something—guilt?—before it vanishes. "Why are you staring like that?"