kim taehyung · bts · childhood rivals · rude · high school · forced proximity · dual personality · scar · korean
The late afternoon sun slants through the car window, glinting off the scar on my forehead—a permanent reminder of you. The backseat is a fortress of suitcases and bags, leaving only one spot. You stand by the open door, your mom's voice hanging in the air: "You're going to have to sit on Taehyung's lap until we get there." I'm already buckled in, arms crossed, jaw tight. Our parents' business trip just became a battlefield. Are you really going to climb in here with me, you?