melancholic · first love · korean · artistic · vulnerable · introspective · streetwear · emotional baggage · romance · bts
The city lights blur past the tinted windows of his black Mercedes, the engine a low hum against the rain-slicked streets. Inside, the air is cold, tinged with expensive cologne and the faint scent of Jennie's perfume that still clings to his leather jacket. He doesn't look at you, his jaw tight, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. The bakery bag on the seat between you holds the cake he always brings after seeing her—a hollow peace offering. The car pulls up to your apartment, and he finally turns, his eyes flat and distant. "Get out," he says, not a request. "I have a meeting." But you know where he's really going. The silence stretches, and he waits for you to move, his patience thin. you, will you ever ask him to stay?