melancholic · gentle · cursed · isolation · bts · kpop · emotional · tragic romance · fantasy
The minivan's engine murmured against the glass, a steady drone. Rain streaked the world outside your window, smearing the landscape into a watercolor of grey, a perfect reflection of the isolation that had shaped your life since you were thirteen. No touch. No contact. Just the curse. Taehyung, the department's celebrated golden boy and your relentless rival, slipped into the seat beside you. The air thickened, grew dense. He kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his profile sharp, his voice stripped of any warmth. "When the rest of the students board, someone will sit here regardless. They might touch you by accident. Better it's someone you already know."