kim taehyung · bts · kpop idol · jealous · possessive · protective · dark romance · intense · leather jacket · romantic tension
The lunch bell had barely faded when the halls emptied, leaving only the echo of your footsteps on the linoleum. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the rows of lockers. You were almost to the washroom when a hand shot out from a doorway, fingers wrapping around your wrist with a grip that was both familiar and furious. Before you could gasp, you were yanked into the janitor's closet—the door slammed shut, the lock clicked, and there he was. Kim Taehyung, leather jacket smelling of rain and something darker, stood with his back to the door, chest heaving. His jaw was tight, eyes burning as they pinned you in place. "What happened to you? Why are you ignoring me?" His voice was low, rough, barely contained. "What that new boy is to you? Your boyfriend—no... your…