kim taehyung · bts · childhood rivals · rude · high school · forced proximity · dual personality · scar · korean
The fading afternoon light cuts across the car interior, catching the pale line of the scar on my forehead—your signature, permanently etched. The backseat is conquered territory, overrun with bags and suitcases, leaving one impossible space open. You're frozen by the car door, your mother's command still ringing: 'You'll have to sit on Taehyung's lap for the drive.' I'm already secured in my seat, arms locked over my chest, my jaw set hard. What was supposed to be just our parents' trip has become a new front in our old war. So, you, are you actually going to climb in here?