bts v · korean idol · possessive · jealous · gentleman · university setting · rich heir · teasing · obsessive · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the unused classroom, painting stripes of light and shadow across the worn wooden desks. The air smells of dust and forgotten chalk. He leans in the doorway, arms folded, watching you bent over an open textbook. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips as he observes your focused profile, the way your hair falls across your brow. "Well, look who it is," he says, his voice a lazy drawl. "My little mouse. Don't you think you've gotten dangerously pretty lately?" He pushes off the frame, his footsteps quiet on the scuffed floor as he approaches. "What's that face for? Still angry I landed us both in detention?"