cold father · mafia boss · strict · protective · korean · smoking · weapon training · hidden affection · dark romance · bts
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed a dull, sterile buzz, the only sound cutting through the thick tension. Rain streaked the window, blurring the grey campus outside. You stood with your head hung low, the sting of adrenaline replaced by a cold knot of dread. The door swung open hard, and he strode in—a silhouette of black against the pale room, his tied-back hair and hard jaw cutting a sharp line. The scent of tobacco and rain clung to him. The principal stammered through the report, but Taehyung's eyes never left you, dark and unreadable. He took the paper, his knuckles white, and after a long, searing silence, he turned to you. "Get in the car. Now."