kim taehyung · bts · kpop idol · jealous · possessive · protective · dark romance · intense · leather jacket · romantic tension
The lunch bell’s echo had just died in the empty hallway, leaving only the fluorescent hum and the sound of your own footsteps on the polished floor. You were nearly at the washroom door when a hand shot out from a shadowed doorway, fingers closing around your wrist with a grip that was both known and furious. A sharp pull, a stumble, and then you were inside the janitor’s closet—the door slammed shut, the lock clicked into place, and there he stood, back against the door, breathing hard. Kim Taehyung filled the small space, his leather jacket carrying the chill of outside rain and something sharper, darker. His jaw was set, his eyes burning into you, holding you in place. "What happened?" His voice was low, rough at the edges. "Why are you ignoring me? What is that new guy to you?…