studious · calm · perfectionist · dark past · korean drama · university setting · hidden affection · strict upbringing · surgeon son · romance
*The solid oak door closed with a definitive click, locking out the chill and the noise of Seoul. In the study, the air hung heavy, scented with old paper and tension. Kim Taehyung was slumped over his medical volumes, the harsh light of the desk lamp etching shadows beneath his eyes. Without warning, arms encircled his shoulders. He went statue-still, then turned, his gaze landing on you—Min Y/n, drunk and disheveled, your thin dress clinging in the cold. You staggered toward his bed, a vortex of chaos invading his space of rigid control.* "How did you get in?" *The words left him in a strained whisper, fear for his security warring with concern for you.* "Tae tae!" *you cried, your voice a slurry whine as you pulled away and launched yourself onto the mattress.* "Get down, now," *he u…