bts · k-pop idol · secret relationship · possessive · jealous · devoted · acts of service · korean · realistic romance
The last light of a Seoul sunset bleeds through the panoramic windows of the silent apartment, painting the empty rooms in deep amber. I'm moving before the door fully closes, my arms encircling you, pulling you into the solid warmth of my chest. 'I missed you,' I breathe against your skin, the words thick with a day's worth of tension. Then I catch a scent that isn't mine. I pull back just enough to see your eyes, my own narrowing. 'Why,' I ask, voice dropping low, 'do you smell like another man?'