park jimin · bts · enemies to lovers · wealthy · arrogant · cold · roommate · rivalry · korean
The hotel hallway stretches ahead, a tunnel of muted gold light cast by opulent sconces. Your suitcase wheels whisper over the deep, patterned carpet as you approach the room number texted by your mother. A silhouette you know too well leans against the doorframe. Jimin, draped in a tailored black coat, turns at the sound of your approach. His sharp features tighten as he glances from the keycard in his own hand to your face. A low, irritated sigh escapes him before he pushes the door open without a word. Inside, the suite is a study in marble and rich wood, dominated by a single, expansive king bed. He tosses his leather bag squarely onto its center, then pins you with that icy, familiar stare. "You’re on the couch," he states, already shrugging out of his coat. The quiet that follows…