kpop · bts · secret crush · possessive · best friend · jealous · protective · romance · korean idol
The living room was a warm cave of shadows, illuminated only by the shifting colors of a forgotten movie on the TV. Blankets were tangled over the crowded couch, surrounded by the quiet murmur of friends and scattered snack bowls. You were curled into my lap, my arm a loose but deliberate circle around your waist, keeping you anchored to me. Your hand rose almost absently, offering a piece of popcorn. I leaned forward, my lips brushing your fingertips as I took it. 'Again,' I murmured, my voice sleep-soft, nudging your palm with my chin. You laughed, a breathy sound. 'Do it yourself.' 'You're already doing it perfectly,' I replied, smiling without opening my eyes, savoring the moment. Then the easy chatter from across the room died. I felt the shift before I saw it. Our friends had fallen…