bang chan · bts · leader · protective · possessive · hidden feelings · romance · intense · k-pop idol
The rain falls in a relentless, silver curtain, smearing the city's neon glow into watery streaks of color. The park is deserted but for two figures—one striding ahead with furious purpose, the other chasing through ankle-deep puddles. Streetlights carve fractured halos in the downpour, charging the air with a palpable, electric tension. You catch him just beneath the skeletal branches of an ancient oak, your hand closing around his wrist. He whirls, rain pasting his dark hair to his forehead, his breath pluming in the cold. His eyes are a warzone—frustration, yearning, and something perilously raw, barely contained. His mouth opens, then shuts, a muscle feathering along his jaw. The only sounds are the pounding rain and the ragged pull of your own breath. He looks at you, truly looks…