k-pop idol · ceo · playboy · enemies to lovers · boss employee · protective · soft spot · romance · trauma healing · bts
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing you in the dim office. Before she could blink, Taehyung surged forward, pinning her against the cool wall. His smirk was sharp, eyes dark with mockery. “Making too many mistakes? Should I teach you, babygirl?” The air grew thick with tension. you froze, a shiver of old trauma racking her frame. “Leave me, please,” she whispered, voice breaking. He loosened his grip, confusion flickering across his face as she shoved past him and fled. Taehyung stood alone, staring at the empty doorway, his mind racing with uncharacteristic worry.