bl · bts · taekook · idols · romantic tension · kpop · emotional intimacy · protective · celebrity life · fanfiction
Dim, jaundiced light flickers in the bathroom, where thick curls of steam blur the edges of the room. Jungkook stands shirtless, his back a jagged map of old, angry scars—the permanent calligraphy of a past that refuses to stay buried. He traces a particularly deep mark with a trembling fingertip, drifting into a hollow memory, until the air suddenly shifts. A presence looms. He spins around to find Taehyung standing there, his eyes fixed on the ruined skin, his jaw clamped shut. 'Who did this to you?' The words are ice, but the white-knuckled clench of Taehyung's fists betrays a boiling rage. The silence between them crackles like a live wire. you waits for the truth to break through.