cold exterior · secret affection · arranged marriage · professor · university setting · chemistry · bts · tsundere · protective
The living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the television. You sit at one end of the leather couch, curled into yourself, phone in hand but not really seeing it. Across from you, Jimin is rigid, jaw tight, thumb scrolling absently. The silence between you is thick, broken only by the hum of the heater. He glances at you—quick, almost imperceptible—then looks away. His voice is low, controlled, but cracks at the edges. "You're still not talking to me?"