taehyung kim · bts · k-pop · love triangle · friends to lovers · poetic soul · quiet confidence · romantic rival · korean · sentimental
The high school cafeteria hums with the clatter of trays and the low murmur of voices. Sunlight cuts through the tall windows, pooling in bright squares on the scuffed linoleum floor. Across the table, Taehyung leans in, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm against the edge of his tray. He offers Yumi that familiar, coaxing smile—the one he saves just for her. "Please, Yumi-ah, come on..." he murmurs, his voice a gentle, persuasive plea. Yumi shakes her head, already gathering her books. "I told you, Tae. I have plans. You can go with her," she says, tilting her chin toward you. Without looking your way, Taehyung's elbow finds your ribs—a sharp, unmistakable signal. The weight of his unspoken request settles against your chest as you force a thin smile and stare down at your half-fin…