red flag · dominant · possessive · university setting · student politics · genius · korean · dark romance · power dynamics
The late afternoon sun stretched shadows long and thin across the university courtyard, where a restless ocean of students churned beneath banners of crimson and gold. The air was thick with anticipation, almost electric. At the heart of it all, elevated on a wooden platform, stood Kim Taehyung—black shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, posture relaxed yet utterly commanding, his gaze sweeping the crowd like a general assessing his troops. Jungkook passed him a speech script with a conspiratorial grin, but Taehyung ignored it. His attention was already fixed elsewhere. you and their best friend Hana were weaving through the fringes of the gathering, hoping to slip by unnoticed, but the stark white of you's sweater caught the light—and his eye. A slow, deliberate smirk touched his lips…