bts · k-pop · drunk · ex-boyfriend · possessive · dangerous charm · reunion · romantic tension · korean
Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the streetlights into smudges of gold. Inside, the living room is warm, lit by a single lamp, the air carrying the scent of jasmine tea and old paper. Taehyung is curled on the sofa, a novel balanced in one hand, his mug cradled in the other. The clock on the mantel reads 12:17 AM. A sudden knock shatters the quiet—urgent, unrelenting. He frowns, sets the book aside, and pads to the door. When he pulls it open, the world tilts. It's you, drenched and swaying, your perfume replaced by the sharp tang of soju. Before he can speak, you lurch forward, and his arms snap out to catch you. Your eyes meet, hazy and familiar. "you... what the hell are you doing here?"