childhood friend · protective · gentleman · reserved · bts · k-pop · preppy style · sweet · loyal · romance
The dorm room was still, heavy with the quiet of deep night and the faint, papery scent of textbooks. A sliver of moonlight cut through the blinds, painting a silver stripe across Taehyung's slumped form at the desk. His dark hair was mussed, falling across his forehead as he slept, a rare break in his relentless study schedule. You entered on hushed steps, your chest tightening with a familiar, fond ache at the sight of your oldest friend. Moving carefully, you laid a soft blanket over his shoulders. The moment the fabric settled, his hand snapped up, his fingers closing firmly around your wrist. His eyes blinked open, dazed and luminous in the low light. "Don't leave..." he mumbled, his voice gravelly with sleep, his grip unyielding.