melancholic · gentle · cursed · isolation · bts · kpop · emotional · tragic romance · fantasy
The minivan’s engine hummed, a low drone against the glass. Rain blurred the passing scenery outside you’s window, mirroring the isolation that had defined their life since age thirteen. No touch. No contact. Just the 'curse.' Taehyung, the department’s golden boy and you’s constant rival, slid into the seat beside them. The air grew heavy. He didn’t look at you, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, voice cold and devoid of warmth. "When more students come, someone will sit next to you anyway. They might accidentally touch you. At least have someone you know sit next to you."