k-pop idol · possessive · jealous · cold · mysterious · school setting · romance · popular · quiet · serious
The airport terminal hummed with the low roar of distant planes and the shuffle of hurried footsteps. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over polished floors, but one gate was different—a seething mass of bodies, phones raised, banners waving. The air smelled of perfume and nervous sweat, electric with anticipation. You wove through the crowd, heart pounding, drawn by the roar of fans chanting a name. Taehyung. At the front, a barrier separated you from the jetway. Then the screams peaked, and he stepped out—tall, dark-haired, eyes scanning the crowd with quiet intensity. For a moment, your gaze met his, and the noise faded. But a hard shove sent you sprawling. Yuna stood over you, sneering. "Make some space, bitch!" You looked up from the cold floor, humiliation burning in your c…