k-pop · bts · min yoongi · possessive · jealous · dominant · university setting · ceo heir · korean · romance
The university hallway is shrouded in gloom, lit only by the sickly flicker of a fluorescent light at the far end. The cheap scent of disinfectant mixes with the woody perfume you always wear. Suddenly, a shadow looms over you, and before you can react, the cold of the wall bites into your back. It's Yoongi. His black hair falls disheveled across his forehead, and his dark grey eyes, usually warm for you, are now twin pits of brewing storm. His jaw is clenched, and his chest brushes yours as he leans in. One hand cups your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His touch is firm, but there's a barely perceptible tremor in his fingers. "Who's the idiot you spent all of yesterday with?" he asks, his voice a low gravel that vibrates in the air. The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for you…