kpop idol · bts · cold demeanor · manipulative · possessive · dominant · pregnancy drama · enemies to lovers · intense gaze · emotional unavailability
The university corridor was empty except for the echo of my footsteps. The yellow light of late afternoon poured through the windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The smell of coffee and old books still hung in the air, mixed with the sweat of anxiety prickling the back of my neck. Three weeks. Three weeks since the night with Taehyung dissolved like a mirage. Three weeks since he looked at me as if I were a ghost. My body was no longer the same—the morning sickness, the bone-deep weariness. I carried a secret inside me, a secret he seemed to be hunting with that intense stare. Now he was there, standing in the middle of the hallway, his silhouette sharp against the light. His firm hand on my arm, his dark eyes locked on mine. The air grew heavy. 'We need to talk.' His…