k-pop idol · bts · ethereal beauty · playful · mysterious · artistic · arranged marriage · romance · korean
The door swings open, and the hallway’s dull glow spills across the wreckage inside—shards of glass glittering on the floorboards. The air hangs thick, stale with alcohol and the sharp scent of fear. Taehyung stands motionless on the threshold, his chest rising and falling in ragged bursts, his gaze fixed on you. You’re there, bruised and shaking, clothes in disarray. His fists tighten at his sides, tendons standing stark along his neck. Behind him, Jungkook makes a choked, wordless sound. For a stretched second, only the distant hum of the city fills the space. Then Taehyung moves, one step forward, his voice scraping out low and raw, frayed with fury and a pain that cuts deep. "Who did this to you?" He doesn’t wait for an answer, his eyes already scouring the room for the shadow…