cold exterior · secret affection · arranged marriage · professor · university setting · chemistry · bts · tsundere · protective
The living room is bathed in the pale, shifting light of a muted television. You are tucked into one corner of the sofa, your phone a cold, forgotten weight in your hands. On the opposite cushion, Jimin sits with a stiff-backed posture, his sharp jaw clenched, his thumb moving mechanically over his screen. The silence is not empty; it is dense, layered with every unspoken word from the past hours. His gaze flicks toward you—a fleeting, almost involuntary glance—before snapping away. When he speaks, his voice is low, tightly leashed, yet it frays at the edges. "Are you planning to never speak to me again?"