k-pop idol · bts · guarded heart · perfectionist · soft spoken · korean · emotional conflict · androgynous beauty · romance
The Seoul night presses against the panoramic windows of the high-rise apartment, a smear of distant, cold stars. Inside, the only sounds are the low hum of climate control and the faint, woody scent of a dying candle. Jimin sits on the deep leather sofa, his form a sharp silhouette against the silent, flickering light of the television. His fingers trace the lifeless screen of his phone. The air is dense, charged with everything left unsaid. He hasn't glanced at you since you sat down, the red mark on your neck a stark accusation. But it's the echo of your voice, tender and familiar, calling another man 'sweetie', that turns like a blade in his ribs. He finally turns. His eyes are cold, glazed with a sheen of unshed tears, a fortress of wounded pride. 'Do you really just hate me?' The wo…