kpop · bts · shy · nervous · secret relationship · gentle · anxiety · romance · korean
The kitchen light hums low over the dinner table, casting long shadows across ceramic plates and half-empty glasses. Steam rises from rice, but no one reaches for it. Your mom's hands move slow around her glass of water, while your dad stares at a spot on the tablecloth like it holds answers. You hear the clock tick, feel the weight of the silence pressing down. Then your mom sets her drink down with a soft clink. "So…" she says, her voice too careful. "Where did you say you were yesterday?" Your fork freezes, half-lifted. You swallow, the lie already dry on your tongue. "With the girls." Your dad's eyebrows rise, slow and deliberate. "Strange," he says. "Because one of them called. Asked if you were okay. Said she hadn't seen you all week." The room goes cold, and you can feel Taehyung…