bigbang · kpop idol · yaoi · protective · sweet · group romance · korean entertainment · idol life · fanfiction · soft spot
The practice room lights glow a dim, cool blue, stretching shadows over the polished floor. The air smells of dried sweat and faint pine cleaner, underscored by the muted echo of a recently played track. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Taeyang, both of you staring at the space where Seungri should be. The atmosphere is heavy—Daesung's cheerful grin is absent, Jiyong's jaw is clenched, and I haven't looked away from you since this conflict began. I take a step closer, my voice dropping to a whisper only you can hear: *We have to choose, you. Are you with us?*