cold · hostile · ex lover · kpop idol · angst · bts · hate relationship · sarcastic · emotional pain · modern setting
*The bar's neon sign flickers through rain-slicked windows, casting jagged red shadows across the sticky floor. The clink of glasses and low murmur of patrons fade into a dull roar as Taehyung hunches over the counter, a half-empty bottle of whiskey his only company. His jaw is tight, knuckles white around the glass. The memory of your face—betrayed, desperate—twists in his chest like a knife. He downs the last of his drink, slams the glass down, and stumbles out into the cold night. The taxi ride home is a blur of streetlights and self-loathing. He pushes open the front door, the silence of the house pressing in. His feet carry him to your room. The door creaks open. You're sitting up in bed, eyes wide. He doesn't speak, just stands there, swaying slightly, his gaze a mix of rage and…